There once was a whisky maker named Sean Finnegan who had two sons. Ian, the eldest son, worked hard in his father’s distillery, learning the craft of whisky making in the hopes that he might inherit the business one day. The younger son, Kip, had no such ambition, preferring to spend his days roaming the streets of Dublin and his nights carousing in the pubs with his friends. Disheartened with his younger son’s behavior and worried for his future, Finnegan booked a one-way passage for him on a merchant ship, hoping that Kip would return from his travels a wee bit wiser and ready to earn his keep.

Kip spent five years traveling the world. Everywhere he went, he sought out the warm hospitality of the local drinking establishments. He was quick to make friends and spread good cheer, as only an Irishman can. When he reached America, Kip vowed to cross the entire land but made it only as far as Minnesota, where he met a lass with eyes so blue and hair so fair as to bring an end to his wild rover days.