Yes, by G-d. How did you find that?

Actually the British proverb is "Shirtsleeves to shirtsleeves in three generations" but it's true.

Damn, that was just about the finest indictment of our culture I've ever heard set to music.

My mother grew up in a thatched cottage in the west of Ireland. No electricity, no indoor plumbing. The famine was a distant memory. She lived to use cell phones to chat with her grandchildren all over the world. And those grandchildren loved to hear her stories of the village dances that joyfully occupied her young weekends (polkas, waltzes, stack of barley, reels, jigs, etc.), the long talks around the turf fire every evening, the joy of seeing a baby goat scamper about the fields, the stoic draft horse doing his job without complaint.

I suppose it can all be summed up in noting that St. Parrick's Day and All Saints Day were occasions for attending Mass, not getting drunk and dressing up in costume.

Thanks for the evocative video.