Irish Folk Music

         As a second-generation born in the US Irish girl, I have always been in love with Irish folk music. My favorite time of year was when I got to visit the Irish Fair. Enjoy some music. I promise you wont regret it! 

Johnny Tarr by Gaelic Storm
Scalliwag by Gaelic Storm
The Rattlin' Bog by Darby O'Gill
Finnegans Wake by Darby O'Gill
Rocky Road to Dublin by The High Kings
The Wild Rover by The High Kings

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