He was always singing.
He would sing in the local pubs and clubs on a weekend.
The first time he took me on stage with him I was about 4 years old.
I sang 'Danny boy' . . .
Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
from glen to glen,
and down the mountain side
the summer's gone,
and all the flowers are dying
'tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide ~
That must have been when you became hooked on the applause.
I am sure there was some.
