Doing some advance reading for a talk at the Percy French Festival in July, I found myself humming along to The Pride of Petravore, even though I couldn’t remember the lyrics. Then, not for the first ...
Sir, – In An Irishman’s Diary (January 26th) Frank McNally takes me back to my mother singing The Pride of Petravore. She said that Eileen Óg could have lived on the Glangevlin Road out of Swanlinbar ...
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