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Thank you for comments guys!

 Just to resurrect the thread a bit :)
 
My first night in Ireland - About 2:00 am on a drizzly morning near Shannon. As I was lying awake in my ground-level hotel room in the city, beginning softly in the distance but then becoming louder what could only be two Irish lads making their way home from a pub, singing a largely unintelligible and questionably harmonized drinking song that filtered into the room through a high window that did not allow me to actually see the singers. Doppler-like, the voices came and then passed into the dark morning and vanished in the distance.
 
I've forgotten a lot in my life, but for some reason I remember this little event. I remember thinking at the time that "...They must be a singing people".