“Long ago, and oh, so far away,” my roommate Debbie (yes, another one!) and I often went to a little Irish bar in Waldo in Kansas City to listen to the music played by an Irish band. They rollicked and rolled some traditional Irish music, such as “Galway Girl,” made us cry as they sang “Oh, Danny Boy” and “Wild Colonial Boy,” and gave us what we would have recognized as “standards,” such as “When Irish Eyes Are Smiling.” But the one song that tightened our throats so much that we couldn’t sing along was “Irish Lullaby,” the final song in one of Debbie’s – and Max’s and my – favorite Christmas movies: “Going My Way,” with Bing Crosby and Barry Fitzgerald.
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