The luck of the Irish
My favorite Irish song is “The Ballad of William Bloat,” by Raymond Calvert, which I heard years ago in a Clancy Brothers recording. It’s about a man who decides to kill his wife, takes his razor and slits her throat as she sleeps, is stricken with remorse, takes a sheet and twists it into a noose, and hangs himself — typical Irish domestic cheer. These are the concluding lines:
He went to Hell, but his wife got well,
And she's still alive and sinnin’.
For the razor blade was German-made,
But the rope was Belfast linen.






