Nobody does a weepie quite like the Irish. Hearing this lament makes me feel like, "I've got to get on a plane and get home to Ireland right now! :) (Never mind the fact that I've never been!)
... and, to represent the other side of my family, few sounds in this world can stir and rouse like the hard blast of bagpipes sounding a rallying call on the air as the drums beat out an unrelenting tattoo:
There's both desperate energy and determination in that one. It reminds me a bit of one of the songs for Hibernia.
And finally ...
Good stuff. It may be time to rewatch Braveheart, Michael Collins, and Rob Roy, AKA the "We Hate the English" trilogy as they are sometimes referred to in our house. :)