Today, I was sitting in the park with Mum, talking to a few friends, absentmindedly playing the Egan replica made by Mike Baldwin, playing anything that came to mind, trying to draw out the left hand cords, playing "Last Rose of Summer", "Minstrel Boy" thinking of Thomas Moore, and "The Rare ol'Times" thinking of Dawson Street, Wind that Shakes the Barley thinking of the men of 98... As I packed up, a fellow said it was great to hear the old songs, he was from Dublin, and how long have I been playing harp... "two and a half weeks". He was surprised, I was flattered... working to earn some time with the Egan.
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