The beer was no problem since I don't drink, but the songs are a different matter. Three out of four of my St. Pats gigs were in "retirement" homes and the residents love the old chestnuts. I sang Danny Boy and we all sang When Irish Eyes Are Smiling, Tooralooraloora, and My Wild Irish Rose. And then we sang 'em again.
The fourth gig was at The Shamrock, a college bar owned by an expat Irishman and HE wanted Danny Boy and The Black Velvet Band.
The crowd sang along. It was great fun.