At an informal singing session in Clare a woman I know was singing "Blackwaterside". She realized that she was repeating a verse and glanced around in mild panic for someone to give her a clue as to the next verse. The next verse begins, "Go home, go home to your father dear." A companion leaned across the table and whispered loudly, "Go home, go home." A fella at the bar, unaware of what was going on, shouted, "You leave her alone! She's f***ing brilliant!"