The Fenian Beatles – the Fab Four’s Irish heritage examined

Posted By: May 26, 2019

Dermot McEvoy.IrishCentral. New York. May 23, 2019

 The early 1960s hit movie, A Hard Day’s Night, is a cheeky tribute to The Beatles Irish heritage

I have found the Fountain of Youth. It’s called watching the Beatles in A Hard Day’s Night.

Not only do you get to hear several of their early ’60s hits, but you get to laugh at all the absurdities of the world through the eyes of youth. It is a comedy in the spirit of the Marx Brothers and with a wink of the eye casts a cold stare against the Cold War, future stupid wars, austerity and the general political bullshit of the time—which is the general political bullshit we’re all still living through today.

This is a subversive film, very dangerous in its own way. Ironically, it came out the same year, 1964, that gave us Dr. Strangelove, the ultimate subversive film and maybe the best statement of the century on the stupid politics of the century. It’s like the kids of the time—and I was one of them—are telling the world through this Beatles flick that we are sick and tired about listening to the politicians and all their fearmongering about nuclear bombs, communism, and their everlasting Cold War.

There is a scene on the train at the beginning where they are trapped in this compartment with a regular commuter—armed with bowler hat and ubiquitous umbrella—the symbolic backbone of Britain. First, he closes the window. The boys protest. Then they turn on their radio nice and loud and he turns it off. “I fought the war for your sort!” he finally says.

And Ringo has the perfect reply, “I bet you’re sorry you won!” 

Fenians Unite!

There is also something else that delighted me about A Hard Day’s Night—it wonderful anti-British, pro-Fenian rhetoric. This is manifested in Paul McCartney’s supposed grandfather, John McCartney, played by Dublin-born actor Wilfrid Brambell, perhaps best known for his appearances on Steptoe and Son on British television. He’s a disruptive, scheming, lecherous old bastard capable of anything. People are always saying what a “clean” old man he is. Actually, he is the opposite—a dirty old man.

Wanting to go to a casino where sin is sure to be on duty, he swaps his clothes for the tuxedo of the room service waiter and is soon bending over a gaming table. He spies a well-endowed young woman and comments, “I bet you’re  great swimmer!”

He is known in the casino as “Lord John McCartney, a millionaire Irish peer. Filthy rich, of course!” After losing nearly £200 pounds, he is rescued by the boys.

Grandfather McCartney is rounded up by the police for selling forged Beatle autographs and goes right after the poor police desk sergeant: “Ya ugly great brute, ya got sad-ism stamped all over your bloated British kisser!”

Not to be outdone, he invokes an Irish weapon of war: “I’ll go on hunger strike…I’m a soldier of the Republic!” He then sings several choruses of “A Nation Once Again”!

The boys do some anti-British mocking of their own, led mostly by John Lennon. While Lennon is being measured by a tailor he turns around, scissors in hand, and cuts the measuring tape, declaring regally, “I now declare this bridge open,” a clear mocking of the Royal Family and their civic contributions of the day—ribbon cutting.

Lennon also recreates the sea battles of World War II in the bathtub with a toy submarine, alternately singing “Rule Britannia” and “Deutschland Uber Alles.” This is a long way from the heroic British naval films of the day such as Pursuit of the Graf Spee and Sink the Bismarck.

Then there’s Lennon dressed up as a disheveled Abe Lincoln admonishing: “This older generation is leading this country to galloping ruin!” The younger generation will be heard!

A tip of the hat should go to screenwriter Alun Owen, who received an Academy Award nomination for Best Original Screenplay. Owen was from Wales, but his mother was of Irish descent, perhaps explaining the many nationalist proclamations in the production.

How Irish were the Beatles?

“We’re all Irish,” John Lennon famously declared when the Beatles toured Ireland in the fall of 1963.

There was, indeed, a lot of Irish blood in the Beatles. The guy with the most Irish name, Paul McCartney, was the product of a union between Jim McCartney and his wife, Mary Patricia, née Mahon. McCartney’s maternal grandfather was born in Ireland and was Catholic, while he had a Protestant great-grandfather who was also born in Ireland.

John Lennon’s father was a merchant seaman of Irish descent. “I’m a quarter Irish or half Irish or something,” Lennon declared in 1971, “and long, long before the [Northern Irish] trouble started, I told Yoko that’s where we’re going to retire, and I took her to Ireland. We went around Ireland a bit and we stayed in Ireland and we had a sort of second honeymoon there. So, I was completely involved in Ireland.” In fact, he bought an island off the west coast of Ireland for his retirement plans.

Even Ringo Starr, who was born Richard Starkey, had some Irish blood traceable to County Mayo.

Maybe the most Irish of all the Beatles was George Harrison. His mother was an Irish Catholic and he often visited Ireland to see his family who lived on the Northside of Dublin.

So it seems the infamous “British Invasion” was led by a quartet of Irish Wild Geese musicians!

The Troubles brings out the Irish in the Beatles

When the Troubles broke out in the North in 1969 two of the Beatles went to work to protest British occupation of Ireland.

Lennon, collaborating with Yoko Ono wrote “Sunday, Bloody Sunday” in response to the British murdering 14 Irishmen in Derry on January 30, 1972. 

Hear it here: Sunday, Bloody Sunday by John Lennon: 

The lyrics are bitter, virulent and devastating:

Oh, you Anglo pigs and Scotties, sent to colonize the north You wave your bloody Union Jack and you know what it’s worth How dare you hold to ransom, a people proud and free Keep Ireland for the Irish put the English back to sea

Well, it’s always Bloody Sunday in the concentration camps Keep falls road free forever from the bloody English hands Repatriate to Britain, all of you who call it home Leave Ireland to the Irish, not for London or for Rome

He also wrote “The Luck of the Irish” for his 1972 album, “Some Time in New York City,” again collaborating with Yoko. The title is a play on the oxymoronic phrase about the Irish. Lennon sees that there is no “luck” in famine, occupation, disease and occupation.

Hear “The Luck of the Irish” here: 

The chorus is devastating:

You should have the luck of the Irish, You’d be sorry and wish you were dead You should have the luck of the Irish And you’d wish you was English instead

Then Lennon really goes to work:

A thousand years of torture and hunger Drove the people away from their land A land full of beauty and wonder Was raped by the British brigands Goddamned Goddamned…

Why the hell are the English there anyway? As they kill with God on their side Blame it all on the kids and the I.R.A. As the bastards commit genocide Aye, aye Genocide

John and Yoko were not the only ones to take on the English. Paul McCartney wrote, “Give Ireland Back to the Irish.”

Hear “Give Ireland Back to the Irish” here:

Just like Lennon collaborated with Yoko, McCartney worked with his wife Linda on the song. Basically, the song wants to know what the hell Britain is doing in Ireland after nearly 800 years:

Give Ireland back to the Irish Don’t make them have to take it away Give Ireland back to the Irish Make Ireland Irish today

Great Britain you are tremendous And nobody knows like me But really what are you doin’ In the land across the sea

Tell me how would you like it If on your way to work You were stopped by Irish soldiers Would you lie down do nothing Would you give in or go berserk

Great Britain and all the people say that all people must be free Meanwhile back in Ireland There’s a man who looks like me

And he dreams of god and country And he’s feeling really bad And he’s sitting in a prison Should he lie down do nothing Should give in or go mad

These lyrics so outraged the British that the song was banned in Britain but became a hit in Ireland.

So the next time A Hard Day’s Night is on TV remember that the madcap Fab Four British musicians are actually Fenians in disguise.

* Dermot McEvoy is the author of The 13th Apostle: A Novel of Michael Collins and the Irish Uprising and Our Lady of Greenwich Village, both now available in paperback, Kindle, and Audio from Skyhorse Publishing. He may be reached at Follow him at Follow The 13th Apostle on Facebook here.