" Let us go forth, the tellers of tales,
And seize whatever prey the heart longs for and have no fear.
Everything exists, everything is true,
And the earth is only a little dust under our feet."
Quite some time ago, an old Belfast acquaintance, David Hammond, wrote these words to me. They must have been penned with people like The Irish Rovers in mind.
Twenty-five years of musical dust under our feet now! Dust that turned out a grand crop of singing and musical tales.
We passed through the folk clubs of the sixties—places like The Ice House, The Purple Union, The Hungry I, and The Troubador (to name a few)—to the great concert halls like Carnegie Hall and The Sydney Opera House. We've seized our lot of "happiness times".
I suppose, underneath it all, in the beginning, the only "prey" we were after was the laughs, and the miles, and the good times that lay just down the road in the next 'pub! Somehow or other, our music carried us along. We took it to heights that we once only dreamed about. We even opened our own "Unicorn Pubs".
We are still the same old "Irish Rovers" — my brother George and cousin Joe, Big Jimmy and Wilcil. We have never missed one year's touring in all our 25 years. It's been a great party. I wouldn't have missed it for the world.
There's an old saying in Ireland (there are lots of old sayings in Ireland!) that says "A bird never flew on one wing" and that goes for The Irish Rovers as well. A lot of great people helped us along—and Les Weinstein and Bob Silk, our managers for all these years, top the list. Here's a big toast to you all!
I hope we have another 25 years of music to share with you.
"May we all live as long as we want to. And may we want to as long as we live!"
All Of Our Best
Will Millar, 1989