If you don't have any gigs, make your own. Post it freely for everyone to enjoy. That's the idea behind this special episode where I perform a live show on a podcast from the comfort of my own home.

Set List:

1. "The Braes of Killiecrankie" from Soul of a Harper
2. "Black Velvet Band" from The Holy Grail of Irish Drinking Songs
3. "The Ring of Hope" from Memories of Middle Earth
4. "What Shall We Do With A Catnipped Kitty"
5. "Jock Stuart (A Man Who Wears A Kilt Every Day)"
6. "Men of a Harlech"
7. "Star of the County Down"
8. "God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman"
9. "The Virgin Diet"
10. "Hero of Canton"
11. "Wild Mountain Thyme"

Notes:

• Show your support for the Pub Songs Podcast. Tip the Pub Songs Podcast or buy some my Celtic CDs! Make a submission for Improv song. Post in the comments below.
• Intro music by The Tea Merchants
• Marc Gunn's Livejournal
• The Dubliners Tabby Cats
• What Are House Concerts? Host a house concert with Marc Gunn this December.
• The Signal Podcast
• Firefly
• Cat Show and House Concert in Portland
• Mage Studios

What Shall We Do With A Catnipped Kitty)(parody of "What Shall We Do with a Drunken Sailor")words and music traditional

What shall we do with a catnipped kittyWhat shall we do with a catnipped kittyWhat shall we do with a catnipped kittyEar-laye in the morning

Meow meow. Away he pounces.Meow meow. Away he pounces.Meow meow. Away he pounces.Ear-laye in the morning

A few different verses:

Blow some bubbles and watch him chase them

Touch him on the back and watch him jump highPry him off your bleeding shoulders

Put him in his cat bed till he's soberPut him there again when he jumps out

Put him in the bed of your sleeping fatherYou should've seen your sleeping fatherHe screamed like your little sisterYour dad jumped up on top of the bed post

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemenwords and music traditional

God rest ye merry, gentlemenLet nothing you dismayRemember, Christ, our SaviourWas born on Christmas dayTo save us all from Satan's powerWhen we were gone astray

O tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joyO tidings of comfort and joy

In Bethlehem, in Israel,This blessed Babe was bornAnd laid within a mangerUpon this blessed mornThe which His Mother MaryDid nothing take in scorn

From God our Heavenly FatherA blessed Angel came;And unto certain ShepherdsBrought tidings of the same:How that in Bethlehem was bornThe Son of God by Name.

"Fear not then," said the Angel,"Let nothing you affright,This day is born a SaviourOf a pure Virgin bright,To free all those who trust in HimFrom Satan's power and might."

The shepherds at those tidingsRejoiced much in mind,And left their flocks a-feedingIn tempest, storm and wind:And went to Bethlehem straightwayThe Son of God to find.

And when they came to BethlehemWhere our dear Saviour lay,They found Him in a manger,Where oxen feed on hay;His Mother Mary kneeling down,Unto the Lord did pray.

Now to the Lord sing praises,All you within this place,And with true love and brotherhoodEach other now embrace;This holy tide of ChristmasAll other doth deface.