You Tube---The Gift that Gives

I have some wacko interests---at least by some accounts. These interests can lead a person the fascinating world of You Tube because like the internet, or interweb as some call it, there is inormation out there that would boggle the mind. It has been said if a person wants to build an A bomb it might be found there in the cyber world under U238. 

Last night I thought I would look up antique marine engines, the type I had seen in the 60s being used to power small fishing boats in New Foundland. In the morning we could hear them go out to sea, blinkity, plunk, plinkity, plunk. It was a great sound in the fog of morning and we were told even back then that these same boats had bee used for 60 years, with the same engines. They were a fascinating, cast iron contraption with push rods on the outside and brass carburetors. Beautiful actually. 

So there they were on YouTube, but now they were in the hands of collectors, restored and still running. The heavy brutes were mentioned in songs from the maritimes. They were called one lungers, or make-and-break engines. After twenty minutes of listening and looking at some beauties, I noticed that on the right, among the other offerings, they also had films on Newfoundland boats, ones like we remembered, Wow. So off there I went but soon noticed the offering of Newfoundland songs. As a traditional fiddle player, that had to be followed along with the Newfoundland language.

In short order I ran into the Clancy Brother as their music had been a part of my wondering youth. Whiskey Your The Devil was a huge in my world and Nancy Whiskey was a tune that followed us to Hyampom California our first home after college. An instantaneous memory of the Trinity Alps of the west. 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dvyX6jrxEdM

But it didn't stop there. Oh, I had a distraction of going to the funerals of two of the Clancy Brothers. Then,  it was off to Yeats and the great poem, The Host of the Air  ---and others, The Stolen Child. Then there was talk of the Troubles of northern Ireland. That led to the songs of rebellion, The Rising of the Moon, then the Parting Glass. Finally, late at night Dylan, and his tune based on the Parting Glass. What a night time ride of history.

Yeats:
I HAVE heard the pigeons of the Seven Woods
Make their faint thunder, and the garden bees
Hum in the lime-tree flowers; and put away
The unavailing outcries and the old bitterness
That empty the heart. I have forgot awhile
Tara uprooted, and new commonness
Upon the throne and crying about the streets
And hanging its paper flowers from post to post,
Because it is alone of all things happy.
I am contented, for I know that Quiet
Wanders laughing and eating her wild heart
Among pigeons and bees, while that Great Archer,
Who but awaits His hour to shoot, still hangs
A cloudy quiver over Pairc-na-lee.