When I was many years younger and had housework to do in the little house I rented in Anchorage, I would put a 33-1/3rd album on my record player and turn the volume as loud as I could stand it. Then I sang along with Tommy Makem and Clancey Brothers as they sang songs of Ireland.
Moon rise, Jan. 29, 10 p.m. Photo by available moonlight.
One of my favorites was By the Rising of the Moon, a song of hope and brotherly courage for yet another doomed Irish rebellion. I liked it because it was easy to sing along with, and the volume drowned out my voice in case I was off key or hit a sour note. I did not, at the time, have any neighbors within hearing distance.
Today, the song is played widely in Ireland.
And hurrah my boys for freedom; 'tis the rising of the moon".
Tis the rising of the moon, tis the rising of the moon
And hurrah my boys for freedom; 'Tis the rising of the moon".