Oh poor old Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup.
Oh poor old Dicey Reilly she will never give it up.
For it`s off each morning to the pop,
And then she`s in for another little drop,
For the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly.
Oh poor old Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup.
Oh poor old Dicey Reilly she will never give it up.
For it`s off each morning to the pop,
And then she`s in for another little drop,
For the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly.
Oh she walks along Fitzgibbon street with an independent air,
And then it`s down be Summerhill and as the people stare
She says it`s nearly half past one, and it`s time I had another little one
Ah the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly
Oh poor old Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup.
Oh poor old Dicey Reilly she will never give it up.
For it`s off each morning to the pop,
And then she`s in for another little drop,
For the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly.
Long years ago when men were men and fancied May Oblong
Or lovely Beckie Cooper or Maggie`s Mary Wong,
One woman put them all to shame, just one was worthy of the name,
And the name of the dame was Dicey Reilly
Oh poor old Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup.
Oh poor old Dicey Reilly she will never give it up.
For it`s off each morning to the pop,
And then she`s in for another little drop,
For the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly.
Oh but time went catching up on her like many pretty whores,
And it`s after you along the street before you`re out the door,
The balance weighed and they looks all fade, but out of all that great brigade,
Still the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly
Oh poor old Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup.
Oh poor old Dicey Reilly she will never give it up.
For it`s off each morning to the pop,
And then she`s in for another little drop,
For the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly.
Weblinks:
YouTube: The Dubliners - Dicey Reily
Sonntag, 30. September 2012
The Dubliners - Deportees
The crops are all in and the peaches are rott'ning,
The oranges piled in their creosote dumps;
They're flying 'em back to the Mexican border
To pay all their money to wade back again
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
You won't have your names when you ride the big
airplane,
All they will call you will be "deportees"
My father's own father, he waded that river,
They took all the money he made in his life;
My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees,
And they rode the truck till they took down and died.
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
You won't have your names when you ride the big
airplane,
All they will call you will be "deportees"
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
You won't have your names when you ride the big
airplane,
All they will call you will be "deportees"
Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted,
Our work contract's out and we have to move on;
Six hundred miles to that Mexican border,
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like
thieves.
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
You won't have your names when you ride the big
airplane,
All they will call you will be "deportees"
We died in your hills, we died in your deserts,
We died in your valleys and died on your plains.
We died 'neath your trees and we died in your bushes,
Both sides of the river, we died just the same.
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
You won't have your names when you ride the big
airplane,
All they will call you will be "deportees"
The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon,
A fireball of lightning, and shook all our hills,
Who are all these friends, all scattered like dry
leaves?
The radio says, "They are just deportees"
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
You won't have your names when you ride the big
airplane,
All they will call you will be "deportees"
Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
To fall like dry leaves to rot on my topsoil
And be called by no name except "deportees"?
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
You won't have your names when you ride the big
airplane,
All they will call you will be "deportees"
Weblinks:
JETZT MP3 KAUFEN: The Dubliners - Deportees
YouTube: The Dubliners - Deportees
The oranges piled in their creosote dumps;
They're flying 'em back to the Mexican border
To pay all their money to wade back again
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
You won't have your names when you ride the big
airplane,
All they will call you will be "deportees"
My father's own father, he waded that river,
They took all the money he made in his life;
My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees,
And they rode the truck till they took down and died.
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
You won't have your names when you ride the big
airplane,
All they will call you will be "deportees"
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
You won't have your names when you ride the big
airplane,
All they will call you will be "deportees"
Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted,
Our work contract's out and we have to move on;
Six hundred miles to that Mexican border,
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like
thieves.
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
You won't have your names when you ride the big
airplane,
All they will call you will be "deportees"
We died in your hills, we died in your deserts,
We died in your valleys and died on your plains.
We died 'neath your trees and we died in your bushes,
Both sides of the river, we died just the same.
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
You won't have your names when you ride the big
airplane,
All they will call you will be "deportees"
The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon,
A fireball of lightning, and shook all our hills,
Who are all these friends, all scattered like dry
leaves?
The radio says, "They are just deportees"
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
You won't have your names when you ride the big
airplane,
All they will call you will be "deportees"
Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
To fall like dry leaves to rot on my topsoil
And be called by no name except "deportees"?
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
You won't have your names when you ride the big
airplane,
All they will call you will be "deportees"
Weblinks:
JETZT MP3 KAUFEN: The Dubliners - Deportees
YouTube: The Dubliners - Deportees
The Dubliners - Darby O´Leary
One evening of latest as I happened to stray
To the county Tipperary I straightened me way
To dig for potatoes and work by the day
For a farmer called Darby O'Leary
I asked him how far we where bound for to go
The night being dark and a cold wind did blow
I was hungry and tired and me spirits where low
For I got neither whiskey nor water
The dirty ould miser he mounted his stead
To the Gull Belly mountains he road in great speed
I followed behind till my poor feet did bleed
When we stopped when his old horse was weary
When we came to his cottage I entered it first
It seems like a kennel or ruined old church
Says I to myself I am left in the lurch
In the house of old Darby O'Leary
I well recollected was mickle must night
To a hearty good supper he did me invite
A cup of sour milk that was more green than white
And it gave me the threatened disorder
The wet oul potatoes would poison the cats
And the barn where me bed was with sworn with rats
The fleas would have frightened the fearless Saint Pat'
Who banished the snake o'er the border?
He worked me by day and he worked me by night
While he held an old candle to give me some light
I wished these potatoes would die of the blight
Or himself would go off with the fairies
'tWas on this old miser I looked with a frown
When the straw was brought in for to make me shake down
And I wished that I'd never seen him nor his town
Nor the sky over Darby O'Leary
I've worked in Kilconnal, I've worked in Kilmore
I've worked in Knockannie and Shanbalamore
And Pallas and Nigger and Salahatmore
With farmers so decent and cheery
I've worked in Tipperary, the rag in Rossgreen
At the mount of Kilfacel the bridge of Aleen
Such woe-full starvation, I never yet seen
As I got from ould Darby O'Leary
To the county Tipperary I straightened me way
To dig for potatoes and work by the day
For a farmer called Darby O'Leary
I asked him how far we where bound for to go
The night being dark and a cold wind did blow
I was hungry and tired and me spirits where low
For I got neither whiskey nor water
The dirty ould miser he mounted his stead
To the Gull Belly mountains he road in great speed
I followed behind till my poor feet did bleed
When we stopped when his old horse was weary
When we came to his cottage I entered it first
It seems like a kennel or ruined old church
Says I to myself I am left in the lurch
In the house of old Darby O'Leary
I well recollected was mickle must night
To a hearty good supper he did me invite
A cup of sour milk that was more green than white
And it gave me the threatened disorder
The wet oul potatoes would poison the cats
And the barn where me bed was with sworn with rats
The fleas would have frightened the fearless Saint Pat'
Who banished the snake o'er the border?
He worked me by day and he worked me by night
While he held an old candle to give me some light
I wished these potatoes would die of the blight
Or himself would go off with the fairies
'tWas on this old miser I looked with a frown
When the straw was brought in for to make me shake down
And I wished that I'd never seen him nor his town
Nor the sky over Darby O'Leary
I've worked in Kilconnal, I've worked in Kilmore
I've worked in Knockannie and Shanbalamore
And Pallas and Nigger and Salahatmore
With farmers so decent and cheery
I've worked in Tipperary, the rag in Rossgreen
At the mount of Kilfacel the bridge of Aleen
Such woe-full starvation, I never yet seen
As I got from ould Darby O'Leary
The Dubliners - Danny Farrell
I knew Danny Farrell when his football was a can
With his hand-me-downs and Welliers and his sandwiches
Of bran
But now that pavement peasant is a full grown bitter
Man
With all the trials and troubles of his travelling
People's clan
He's a loser, a boozer, a me and you user
A raider, a trader, a people police hater
So lonely and only, what you'd call a gurrier
Still now, Danny Farrell, he's a man
I knew Danny Farrell when he joined the National School
He was lousy at the Gaelic, they'd call him amadán - a
Fool
He was brilliant in the toss school by trading objects
In the pawn
By the time he was an adult all his charming ways had
Gone
I knew Danny Farrell when we queued up for the dole
And he tried to hide the loss of pride that eats away
The soul
But mending pots and kettles is a trade lost in the
Past
"There's no hand-out here for tinkers" was the answer
When he asked
He's a loser, a boozer, a me and you user
A raider, a trader, a people police hater
So lonely and only, what you'd call a gurrier
Still now, Danny Farrell, he's a man
I still know Danny Farrell, saw him just there
Yesterday
Taking methylated spirits with some wino's on the quay
Oh, he's forty going on eighty, with his eyes of hope
Bereft
And he told me this for certain, there's not many of us
Left
He's a loser, a boozer, a me and you user
A raider, a trader, a people police hater
So lonely and only, what you'd call a gurrier
Still now, Danny Farrell, he's a man
Weblinks:
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With his hand-me-downs and Welliers and his sandwiches
Of bran
But now that pavement peasant is a full grown bitter
Man
With all the trials and troubles of his travelling
People's clan
He's a loser, a boozer, a me and you user
A raider, a trader, a people police hater
So lonely and only, what you'd call a gurrier
Still now, Danny Farrell, he's a man
I knew Danny Farrell when he joined the National School
He was lousy at the Gaelic, they'd call him amadán - a
Fool
He was brilliant in the toss school by trading objects
In the pawn
By the time he was an adult all his charming ways had
Gone
I knew Danny Farrell when we queued up for the dole
And he tried to hide the loss of pride that eats away
The soul
But mending pots and kettles is a trade lost in the
Past
"There's no hand-out here for tinkers" was the answer
When he asked
He's a loser, a boozer, a me and you user
A raider, a trader, a people police hater
So lonely and only, what you'd call a gurrier
Still now, Danny Farrell, he's a man
I still know Danny Farrell, saw him just there
Yesterday
Taking methylated spirits with some wino's on the quay
Oh, he's forty going on eighty, with his eyes of hope
Bereft
And he told me this for certain, there's not many of us
Left
He's a loser, a boozer, a me and you user
A raider, a trader, a people police hater
So lonely and only, what you'd call a gurrier
Still now, Danny Farrell, he's a man
Weblinks:
JETZT MP3 KAUFEN: The Dubliners - Danny Farrell
YouTube: The Dubliners - Danny Farrell
The Dubliners - Dancing At Whitsun
It's fifty long springtimes since she was a bride,
But still you may see her at each Whitsuntide
In a dress of white linen with ribbons of green,
As green as her memories of loving.
The feet that were nimble tread carefully now,
As gentle a measure as age will allow,
Through groves of white blossoms, by fields of young
corn,
Where once she was pledged to her true-love.
The fields they stand empty, the hedges grow (go) free--
No young men to turn them or pastures go see (seed)
They are gone where the forest of oak trees before
Have gone, to be wasted in battle.
Down from the green farmlands and from their loved ones
Marched husbands and brothers and fathers and sons.
There's a fine roll of honor where the Maypole once
stood,
And the ladies go dancing at Whitsun.
There's a straight row of houses in these latter days
All covering the downs where the sheep used to graze.
There's a field of red poppies (a gift from the Queen)
But the ladies remember at Whitsun,
And the ladies go dancing at Whitsun.
But still you may see her at each Whitsuntide
In a dress of white linen with ribbons of green,
As green as her memories of loving.
The feet that were nimble tread carefully now,
As gentle a measure as age will allow,
Through groves of white blossoms, by fields of young
corn,
Where once she was pledged to her true-love.
The fields they stand empty, the hedges grow (go) free--
No young men to turn them or pastures go see (seed)
They are gone where the forest of oak trees before
Have gone, to be wasted in battle.
Down from the green farmlands and from their loved ones
Marched husbands and brothers and fathers and sons.
There's a fine roll of honor where the Maypole once
stood,
And the ladies go dancing at Whitsun.
There's a straight row of houses in these latter days
All covering the downs where the sheep used to graze.
There's a field of red poppies (a gift from the Queen)
But the ladies remember at Whitsun,
And the ladies go dancing at Whitsun.
The Dubliners - Dainty Davy
It was in and through the window broads
And a' the tirlie wirlies o't
The sweetest kiss that e'er I got
Was from my Dainty Davie.
Chorus:
Oh, leeze me on your curly pow
Dainty Davie, Dainty Davie
Leeze me on your curly pow
My ain dear Dainty Davie.
It was doon amang my Daddy's pease
And underneath the cherry trees
Oh, there he kissed me as he pleased
For he was my ain dear Davie.
Oh, leeze me on your curly pow
Dainty Davie, Dainty Davie
Leeze me on your curly pow
My ain dear Dainty Davie.
It was doon amang my Daddy's pease
When he was chased by a dragoon
Into my bed he was laid doon
I thought him worthy o' his room
For he's my Dainty Davie.
Oh, leeze me on your curly pow
Dainty Davie, Dainty Davie
Leeze me on your curly pow
My ain dear Dainty Davie.
It was doon amang my Daddy's pease
Oh, leeze me on your curly pow
Dainty Davie, Dainty Davie
Leeze me on your curly pow
My ain dear Dainty Davie.
It was doon amang my Daddy's pease
Weblinks:
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And a' the tirlie wirlies o't
The sweetest kiss that e'er I got
Was from my Dainty Davie.
Chorus:
Oh, leeze me on your curly pow
Dainty Davie, Dainty Davie
Leeze me on your curly pow
My ain dear Dainty Davie.
It was doon amang my Daddy's pease
And underneath the cherry trees
Oh, there he kissed me as he pleased
For he was my ain dear Davie.
Oh, leeze me on your curly pow
Dainty Davie, Dainty Davie
Leeze me on your curly pow
My ain dear Dainty Davie.
It was doon amang my Daddy's pease
When he was chased by a dragoon
Into my bed he was laid doon
I thought him worthy o' his room
For he's my Dainty Davie.
Oh, leeze me on your curly pow
Dainty Davie, Dainty Davie
Leeze me on your curly pow
My ain dear Dainty Davie.
It was doon amang my Daddy's pease
Oh, leeze me on your curly pow
Dainty Davie, Dainty Davie
Leeze me on your curly pow
My ain dear Dainty Davie.
It was doon amang my Daddy's pease
Weblinks:
YouTube: The Dubliners - Dainty Davy
Samstag, 29. September 2012
The Octopus Jig
Ein wahrhaft glanzvoller Auftritt der Dubliners! Wir sehen Luke, John, Barney & Ciaran!
Freitag, 28. September 2012
The Dubliners - Cunla
Who is that there that's rapping the door to me
Who is that there that's rapping the door to me
Who is that there that's rapping the door to me
Only meself says Cúnla
Cúnla dear don't come any nearer me
Cúnla dear don't come any nearer me
Cúnla dear don't come any nearer me
Maybe I shouldn't says Cúnla
Who is that there that's tapping the window pane
Who is that there that's tapping the window pane
Who is that there that's tapping the window pane
Only meself says Cúnla
Cúnla dear don't come any nearer me
Cúnla dear don't come any nearer me
Cúnla dear don't come any nearer me
Maybe I shouldn't says Cúnla
Who's that there that's climbing the stairs to me
Who's that there that's climbing the stairs to me
Who's that there that's climbing the stairs to me
Only meself says Cúnla Cúnla dear don't come any nearer me
Cúnla dear don't come any nearer me
Cúnla dear don't come any nearer me
Maybe I shouldn't says Cúnla
Who's that there that's pulling the blankets down
Who's that there that's pulling the blankets down
Who's that there that's pulling the blankets down
Only meself says Cúnla Cúnla dear don't come any nearer me
Cúnla dear don't come any nearer me
Cúnla dear don't come any nearer me
Maybe I shouldn't says Cúnla
Who is that there that's tickling the toes of me
Who is that there that's tickling the toes of me
Who is that there that's tickling the toes of me
Only meself says Cúnla Cúnla dear don't come any nearer me
Cúnla dear don't come any nearer me
Cúnla dear don't come any nearer me
Maybe I shouldn't says Cúnla
Who is that there that's tickling the thighs of me
Who is that there that's tickling the thighs of me
Who is that there that's tickling the thighs of me
Only meself says Cúnla Cúnla dear don't come any nearer me
Cúnla dear don't come any nearer me
Cúnla dear don't come any nearer me
Maybe I shouldn't says Cúnla
Who is that there that's raking the fire for me
Who is that there that's raking the fire for me
Who is that there that's raking the fire for me
Only meself says Cúnla
Weblinks:
YouTube: The Dubliners - Cunla
Who is that there that's rapping the door to me
Who is that there that's rapping the door to me
Only meself says Cúnla
Cúnla dear don't come any nearer me
Cúnla dear don't come any nearer me
Cúnla dear don't come any nearer me
Maybe I shouldn't says Cúnla
Who is that there that's tapping the window pane
Who is that there that's tapping the window pane
Who is that there that's tapping the window pane
Only meself says Cúnla
Cúnla dear don't come any nearer me
Cúnla dear don't come any nearer me
Cúnla dear don't come any nearer me
Maybe I shouldn't says Cúnla
Who's that there that's climbing the stairs to me
Who's that there that's climbing the stairs to me
Who's that there that's climbing the stairs to me
Only meself says Cúnla Cúnla dear don't come any nearer me
Cúnla dear don't come any nearer me
Cúnla dear don't come any nearer me
Maybe I shouldn't says Cúnla
Who's that there that's pulling the blankets down
Who's that there that's pulling the blankets down
Who's that there that's pulling the blankets down
Only meself says Cúnla Cúnla dear don't come any nearer me
Cúnla dear don't come any nearer me
Cúnla dear don't come any nearer me
Maybe I shouldn't says Cúnla
Who is that there that's tickling the toes of me
Who is that there that's tickling the toes of me
Who is that there that's tickling the toes of me
Only meself says Cúnla Cúnla dear don't come any nearer me
Cúnla dear don't come any nearer me
Cúnla dear don't come any nearer me
Maybe I shouldn't says Cúnla
Who is that there that's tickling the thighs of me
Who is that there that's tickling the thighs of me
Who is that there that's tickling the thighs of me
Only meself says Cúnla Cúnla dear don't come any nearer me
Cúnla dear don't come any nearer me
Cúnla dear don't come any nearer me
Maybe I shouldn't says Cúnla
Who is that there that's raking the fire for me
Who is that there that's raking the fire for me
Who is that there that's raking the fire for me
Only meself says Cúnla
Weblinks:
YouTube: The Dubliners - Cunla
The Dubliners - Com and Join The British Army
When I was young, I used to be,
As fine a man as ever you'd see,
'til the Prince of Wales, he said to me,
Come and join the British army.
Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra loo,
They're lookin' for monkeys up in the zoo,
And since when have I had a face like you?
I'd join the British army.
Sarah Comden baked a cake,
It's all for poor old Slattery's sake,
She threw meself into the lake,
Pretendin' I was balmy.
Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra loo,
I've made me mind up what to do,
Now I'll work me ticket home to you,
And *pfft* the British army.
Sergeant Heeley went away,
And his wife got in the family way,
And the only words that she could say,
Was blame the British army.
Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra loo,
Me curse upon the Labour blue,
That took me darlin' boy from me,
To join the British army.
Corporal Sheen's a turn o' the 'bout,
Just give him a couple o' jars o' stout,
He'll bake the enemy with his mouth,
And save the British army.
Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra loo,
I've made me mind up what to do,
Now I'll work me ticket home to you,
And *pluck* the British army.
Weblinks:
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As fine a man as ever you'd see,
'til the Prince of Wales, he said to me,
Come and join the British army.
Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra loo,
They're lookin' for monkeys up in the zoo,
And since when have I had a face like you?
I'd join the British army.
Sarah Comden baked a cake,
It's all for poor old Slattery's sake,
She threw meself into the lake,
Pretendin' I was balmy.
Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra loo,
I've made me mind up what to do,
Now I'll work me ticket home to you,
And *pfft* the British army.
Sergeant Heeley went away,
And his wife got in the family way,
And the only words that she could say,
Was blame the British army.
Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra loo,
Me curse upon the Labour blue,
That took me darlin' boy from me,
To join the British army.
Corporal Sheen's a turn o' the 'bout,
Just give him a couple o' jars o' stout,
He'll bake the enemy with his mouth,
And save the British army.
Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra loo,
I've made me mind up what to do,
Now I'll work me ticket home to you,
And *pluck* the British army.
Weblinks:
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The Dubliners - Cod Liver Oil
I'm a young married man and I'm tired of my life
For lately I married an ailing young wife
She does nothing all day, only sit down and sigh
Saying I wish to the Lord that I only could die
Oh Doctor dear Doctor, oh Doctor de Jong
Your cod liver oil is so pure and so strong
I'm afraid of my life, I'll go down in the soil
If my wife don't stop drinking your cod liver oil
Till a friend of my own came to see me one day
And he told me my wife was just pining away
But he afterwards told me that she would get strong
If I'd buy her a bottle from Doctor de Jong
Oh Doctor dear Doctor, oh Doctor de Jong
Your cod liver oil is so pure and so strong
I'm afraid of my life, I'll go down in the soil
If my wife don't stop drinking your cod liver oil
So I bought her a bottle, 'twas just for to try
And the way that she scoffed it you'd swear she was dry
I bought her another, it went just the same
Till I own she's got cod liver oil on the brain
Oh Doctor dear Doctor, oh Doctor de Jong
Your cod liver oil is so pure and so strong
I'm afraid of my life, I'll go down in the soil
If my wife don't stop drinking your cod liver oil
My house it resembles a big doctor's shop
With bottles and bottles from bottom to top
And when in the morning the kettle's a-boil
You'd swear it was singing out "Cod Liver Oil!"
Oh Doctor dear Doctor, oh Doctor de Jong
Your cod liver oil is so pure and so strong
I'm afraid of my life, I'll go down in the soil
If my wife don't stop drinking your cod liver oil
Weblinks:
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For lately I married an ailing young wife
She does nothing all day, only sit down and sigh
Saying I wish to the Lord that I only could die
Oh Doctor dear Doctor, oh Doctor de Jong
Your cod liver oil is so pure and so strong
I'm afraid of my life, I'll go down in the soil
If my wife don't stop drinking your cod liver oil
Till a friend of my own came to see me one day
And he told me my wife was just pining away
But he afterwards told me that she would get strong
If I'd buy her a bottle from Doctor de Jong
Oh Doctor dear Doctor, oh Doctor de Jong
Your cod liver oil is so pure and so strong
I'm afraid of my life, I'll go down in the soil
If my wife don't stop drinking your cod liver oil
So I bought her a bottle, 'twas just for to try
And the way that she scoffed it you'd swear she was dry
I bought her another, it went just the same
Till I own she's got cod liver oil on the brain
Oh Doctor dear Doctor, oh Doctor de Jong
Your cod liver oil is so pure and so strong
I'm afraid of my life, I'll go down in the soil
If my wife don't stop drinking your cod liver oil
My house it resembles a big doctor's shop
With bottles and bottles from bottom to top
And when in the morning the kettle's a-boil
You'd swear it was singing out "Cod Liver Oil!"
Oh Doctor dear Doctor, oh Doctor de Jong
Your cod liver oil is so pure and so strong
I'm afraid of my life, I'll go down in the soil
If my wife don't stop drinking your cod liver oil
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The Dubliners - Cill Chais
Cad a dhéanfaimid feasta gan adhmad ?
Tá deireadh na gcoillte ar lár
Níl trácht ar Cill Chais ná a teaghlach
Is ní chluinfear a cling go brách
An áit úd ina gcónaíodh an dea bhean
Fuair gradam is meidhir thar mhná
Bhíodh iarlaí a tarraingt thar toinn ann
Is an tAifreann binn á rá
Ní chluinim fuaim lachan ná gé ann
Na fiolair ag éamh cois cuain
Ní fiú na mbeacha chun saothair
A thabharfadh mil agus céir don slua
Níl ceol binn milis na n-éan ann
Le hamharc an lea ag dul uainn
Ná an chuaichín i mbarra na gcraobh ann
O's í a chuirfeadh an saol chun suain
Aicim ar Mhuire is ar Íosa
Go dtaga sí arís chugainn slán
Go mbeidh rince fada ag dul timpeall
Ceol veidhlín is tinte cnámh
Go dtógfar an baile seo ár sínsear
Cill Chais breá arís go hárd
Is go brách nó go dtiocfaidh an díle
Nach bhfeicfear é arís ra lár
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Tá deireadh na gcoillte ar lár
Níl trácht ar Cill Chais ná a teaghlach
Is ní chluinfear a cling go brách
An áit úd ina gcónaíodh an dea bhean
Fuair gradam is meidhir thar mhná
Bhíodh iarlaí a tarraingt thar toinn ann
Is an tAifreann binn á rá
Ní chluinim fuaim lachan ná gé ann
Na fiolair ag éamh cois cuain
Ní fiú na mbeacha chun saothair
A thabharfadh mil agus céir don slua
Níl ceol binn milis na n-éan ann
Le hamharc an lea ag dul uainn
Ná an chuaichín i mbarra na gcraobh ann
O's í a chuirfeadh an saol chun suain
Aicim ar Mhuire is ar Íosa
Go dtaga sí arís chugainn slán
Go mbeidh rince fada ag dul timpeall
Ceol veidhlín is tinte cnámh
Go dtógfar an baile seo ár sínsear
Cill Chais breá arís go hárd
Is go brách nó go dtiocfaidh an díle
Nach bhfeicfear é arís ra lár
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The Dubliners - Champion at Keeping Them Rolling
I am an old-timer, I travel the road
I sit in me wagon and lumber me load
Me hotel is the jungle, a camp me abode
And I'm well known to Blondie and Mary
Me liquor is diesel oil laced with strong tea
And the old Highway Code was me first ABC
And I cut me eye teeth on an old AEC
And I'm champion at keeping them rolling
I've sat in the cabin and broiled in the sun
Been snowed up on chaffs, on the Manchester run
I've crawled through the fog with me twenty-two ton
Of fish that was stinking like blazin'
From London to Glasgow, to the Newcastle quay
From Liverpool, Preston and Bristol city
The pillions on the road give the thumb sign to me
But I'm champion at keeping them rolling
You may sing of your soldiers and sailors so bold
But there's many and many a hero untold
Who sits at the wheel in the heat and the cold
Day after day without sleeping
So watch out for cops and slow down at the bend
Check all your gauges and watch your big end
And zing with your lights when you pass an old friend
You'll be champion at keeping them rolling
So watch out for cops and slow down at the bend
Check all your gauges and watch your big end
And zing with your lights when you pass an old friend
You'll be champion at keeping them rolling
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I sit in me wagon and lumber me load
Me hotel is the jungle, a camp me abode
And I'm well known to Blondie and Mary
Me liquor is diesel oil laced with strong tea
And the old Highway Code was me first ABC
And I cut me eye teeth on an old AEC
And I'm champion at keeping them rolling
I've sat in the cabin and broiled in the sun
Been snowed up on chaffs, on the Manchester run
I've crawled through the fog with me twenty-two ton
Of fish that was stinking like blazin'
From London to Glasgow, to the Newcastle quay
From Liverpool, Preston and Bristol city
The pillions on the road give the thumb sign to me
But I'm champion at keeping them rolling
You may sing of your soldiers and sailors so bold
But there's many and many a hero untold
Who sits at the wheel in the heat and the cold
Day after day without sleeping
So watch out for cops and slow down at the bend
Check all your gauges and watch your big end
And zing with your lights when you pass an old friend
You'll be champion at keeping them rolling
So watch out for cops and slow down at the bend
Check all your gauges and watch your big end
And zing with your lights when you pass an old friend
You'll be champion at keeping them rolling
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Mittwoch, 26. September 2012
The Dubliners - The Wild Rover
I've been a wild rover for many's the year
and I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer.
But now I'm returning with gold in great store
and I never will play the wild rover no more
And it's no, nay, never,
no, nay, never, no more
will I play the wild rover
no, never, no more
I went into an ale-house I used to frequent
and I told the landlady my money was spent.
I asked her for credit, she answered me nay,
Such "a custom like yours I can have any day
And it's no, nay, never,
no, nay, never, no more
will I play the wild rover
no, never, no more
I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright
and the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight.
She said I'd have whiskey and wines of the best
and the words that she told me were only in jest.
And it's no, nay, never,
no, nay, never, no more
will I play the wild rover
no, never, no more
I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done,
and I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son.
And when they've caressed me as oft' times before
then I never will play the wild rover no more
And it's no, nay, never,
no, nay, never, no more
will I play the wild rover
no, never, no more
And it's no, nay, never,
no, nay, never, no more
will I play the wild rover
no, never, no more
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and I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer.
But now I'm returning with gold in great store
and I never will play the wild rover no more
And it's no, nay, never,
no, nay, never, no more
will I play the wild rover
no, never, no more
I went into an ale-house I used to frequent
and I told the landlady my money was spent.
I asked her for credit, she answered me nay,
Such "a custom like yours I can have any day
And it's no, nay, never,
no, nay, never, no more
will I play the wild rover
no, never, no more
I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright
and the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight.
She said I'd have whiskey and wines of the best
and the words that she told me were only in jest.
And it's no, nay, never,
no, nay, never, no more
will I play the wild rover
no, never, no more
I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done,
and I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son.
And when they've caressed me as oft' times before
then I never will play the wild rover no more
And it's no, nay, never,
no, nay, never, no more
will I play the wild rover
no, never, no more
And it's no, nay, never,
no, nay, never, no more
will I play the wild rover
no, never, no more
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Dienstag, 25. September 2012
The Dubliners - Cavan Girl
As I walk the road from Killeshandra weary I sit down
For it's twelve long miles around the lake to get to
Cavan Town
Though Oughter and the road I go once seemed beyond
Compare
Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl so
Fair
The autumn shades are on the leaves, the trees will
Soon be bare
Each red-coat leaf around me seems the colours of her
Hair
My gaze retreats defies my feet and once again I sigh
For the broken pool of sky reminds me, the colour of
Her eyes
At the Cavan cross each Sunday morning, there she can
Be found
And she seems to have the eye of every boy in Cavan
Town
If my luck will hold I'll have the golden summer of her
Smile
And to break the hearts of Cavan men she'll walk with
Me awhile
So next Sunday evening finds me homeward - Killeshandra
Bound -
To work the week till I return and court in Cavan Town
When asked if she would be my bride, at least she'd not
Say no
So next Sunday morning 'rouse myself and back to her
I'll go
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For it's twelve long miles around the lake to get to
Cavan Town
Though Oughter and the road I go once seemed beyond
Compare
Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl so
Fair
The autumn shades are on the leaves, the trees will
Soon be bare
Each red-coat leaf around me seems the colours of her
Hair
My gaze retreats defies my feet and once again I sigh
For the broken pool of sky reminds me, the colour of
Her eyes
At the Cavan cross each Sunday morning, there she can
Be found
And she seems to have the eye of every boy in Cavan
Town
If my luck will hold I'll have the golden summer of her
Smile
And to break the hearts of Cavan men she'll walk with
Me awhile
So next Sunday evening finds me homeward - Killeshandra
Bound -
To work the week till I return and court in Cavan Town
When asked if she would be my bride, at least she'd not
Say no
So next Sunday morning 'rouse myself and back to her
I'll go
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The Dubliners - Carrickfergus
I wish I was in Carrickfergus
Only for nights in Ballygrand
I would swim over the deepest ocean
Only for nights in Ballygrand
But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over
And neither have I the wings to fly
I wish I had a handsome boatsman
To ferry me over my love and I
(This verse is only sung on the ”40 years ”cd)
My childhood days bring back sad reflections
Of happy times there spent so long ago
My boyhood friends and my own relations
Have all past on now with the melting snow
So I'll spend my days in this endless roving
Soft is the grass and shore, my bed is free
Oh to be home now in carrickfergus
On the long rode down to the salty sea
Now in Kilkenny it is reported
On marble stone there as black as ink
With gold and silver I would support her
But I'll sing no more now til I get a drink
Cause I'm drunk today and I'm seldom sober
A handsome rover from town to town
Ah but I'm sick now my days are number
Come all me young men and lay me down
Come all me young men and lay me down.
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Only for nights in Ballygrand
I would swim over the deepest ocean
Only for nights in Ballygrand
But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over
And neither have I the wings to fly
I wish I had a handsome boatsman
To ferry me over my love and I
(This verse is only sung on the ”40 years ”cd)
My childhood days bring back sad reflections
Of happy times there spent so long ago
My boyhood friends and my own relations
Have all past on now with the melting snow
So I'll spend my days in this endless roving
Soft is the grass and shore, my bed is free
Oh to be home now in carrickfergus
On the long rode down to the salty sea
Now in Kilkenny it is reported
On marble stone there as black as ink
With gold and silver I would support her
But I'll sing no more now til I get a drink
Cause I'm drunk today and I'm seldom sober
A handsome rover from town to town
Ah but I'm sick now my days are number
Come all me young men and lay me down
Come all me young men and lay me down.
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Discography
Hier alle Veröffentlichungen der Dubliners:
1964 - The Dubliners with Luke Kelly
1965 - In Concert (Live)
1966 - Finnegan Wakes (Live)
1967 - A Drop of the Hard Stuff (a.k.a. Seven Drunken Nights)
1967 - More of the Hard Stuff
1968 - Drinkin' and Courtin' (a.k.a. I Know My Love)
1968 - At It Again (a.k.a. Seven Deadly Sins)
1969 - Live at the Royal Albert Hall (Live)
1969 - At Home with The Dubliners
1970 - Revolution
1972 - Hometown (Live)
1972 - Double Dubliners (a.k.a. Alive And Well)
1973 - Plain and Simple
1974 - Live (Live)
1975 - Now
1976 - A Parcel of Rogues
1977 - Live at Montreux (Live)
1977 - 15 Years On
1979 - Together Again
1982 - Live In Carré (Live)
1983 - 21 Years On (Live)
1983 - Prodigal Sons
1987 - 25 Years Celebration
1988 - Dubliner's Dublin
1992 - 30 Years A-Greying
1996 - Further Along
1997 - Alive Alive-O (Live)
2002 - 40 Years (features old and new songs)
2002 - Live From The Gaiety (Live)
2006 - Live At Vicar Street (Live)
2009 - A Time to Remember (Live)
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1964 - The Dubliners with Luke Kelly
1965 - In Concert (Live)
1966 - Finnegan Wakes (Live)
1967 - A Drop of the Hard Stuff (a.k.a. Seven Drunken Nights)
1967 - More of the Hard Stuff
1968 - Drinkin' and Courtin' (a.k.a. I Know My Love)
1968 - At It Again (a.k.a. Seven Deadly Sins)
1969 - Live at the Royal Albert Hall (Live)
1969 - At Home with The Dubliners
1970 - Revolution
1972 - Hometown (Live)
1972 - Double Dubliners (a.k.a. Alive And Well)
1973 - Plain and Simple
1974 - Live (Live)
1975 - Now
1976 - A Parcel of Rogues
1977 - Live at Montreux (Live)
1977 - 15 Years On
1979 - Together Again
1982 - Live In Carré (Live)
1983 - 21 Years On (Live)
1983 - Prodigal Sons
1987 - 25 Years Celebration
1988 - Dubliner's Dublin
1992 - 30 Years A-Greying
1996 - Further Along
1997 - Alive Alive-O (Live)
2002 - 40 Years (features old and new songs)
2002 - Live From The Gaiety (Live)
2006 - Live At Vicar Street (Live)
2009 - A Time to Remember (Live)
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The Dubliners - Bunclody
Oh were I at the moss house, where the birds do increase,
At the foot of Mount Leinster or some silent place,
By the streams of Bunclody where all pleasures do meet,
And all I would ask is one kiss from you, sweet.
The streams of Bunclody they flow down so free,
By the streams of Bunclody I'm longing to be,
A-drinking strong liquor in the height of my cheer,
Here's a health to Bunclody and the lass I love dear.
The cuckoo she`s a pretty bird, she sings as she flies,
She brings us good tidings, and tells us no lies,
She sucks the young birds' egg to make her voice clear
And the more she cries cuckoo the summer draws near.
'Tis why my love left me, as you may understand,
For `tis she has a freehold and I have no land,
She has great store of riches, and a large sum of gold,
And everything fitting a house to uphold.
So farewell my dear father, and mother, adieu
My sister and brother farewell unto you,
I am bound for Americay my fortune to try,
When I think on Bunclody, now I'm ready to die.
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At the foot of Mount Leinster or some silent place,
By the streams of Bunclody where all pleasures do meet,
And all I would ask is one kiss from you, sweet.
The streams of Bunclody they flow down so free,
By the streams of Bunclody I'm longing to be,
A-drinking strong liquor in the height of my cheer,
Here's a health to Bunclody and the lass I love dear.
The cuckoo she`s a pretty bird, she sings as she flies,
She brings us good tidings, and tells us no lies,
She sucks the young birds' egg to make her voice clear
And the more she cries cuckoo the summer draws near.
'Tis why my love left me, as you may understand,
For `tis she has a freehold and I have no land,
She has great store of riches, and a large sum of gold,
And everything fitting a house to uphold.
So farewell my dear father, and mother, adieu
My sister and brother farewell unto you,
I am bound for Americay my fortune to try,
When I think on Bunclody, now I'm ready to die.
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The Dubliners - Building Up and Tearing England Down
Building Up And Tearing England Down
Oh, I won a hero's name with McAlpine and Costain
With Fitz Patrick, Murph Ash and the Wimp's gang
I've been often on the road on me way to draw the dole
When there's nothing left to do for Johnny Laing
And I used to think that God made the mixer, pick and hod
So a Paddy might no hell above the ground
I've had ganger's big and tough
Tell me tear that hole out rough
When you're building up and tearing England down
In a tunnel under ground a young Limerick man was found
He was build in to the new Victoria line
When the bonus gang had passed sticking from a concrete cast
Was the face of little Charlie Joe divine
And the ganger man McGurk said big Paddy ate's the work
When the gasmain blew and he flew off the ground
Oh they swore heed send down slack
I'll not be there until I'm back
Keep on building up and tearing England down
I was on the shuttering dam on the day that Jack McCann
Got the better of his stammer in a week
He fell from the shuttering dam
And that poro old stuttering man
He was never ever more inclined to speak
And I saw old Balls McColl with a big flyover fall
Into a concrete mixer spinning round
Tough it wasn't his intent he got a fine head of cement
When he was building up and tearing England down
I remember carrier Jack with his hod upon his back
How he swore one day he'd set the world on fire
Well his face they've never seen
Since his shovel it cut clean
To the middle of the big high tension wires
Oh the more like Robin Hood well he wrung trough Cricklewood
Or dance around the pubs in Camdon Town
Oh but let no man proclaim sure old Pad' could die in vain
When he's building up and tearing England down
So come all you navvy's bold
Do not think that English gold
Is just waiting to be taken from each sod
By the likes of you and me will never get the O.B.E
Or a knighthood for good service to the hod
It's the concrete master race
That would keep you in your place
And a ganger man to kick you to the ground
If you ever try to take part of what the bosses made
When you're building up and tearing England down
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Oh, I won a hero's name with McAlpine and Costain
With Fitz Patrick, Murph Ash and the Wimp's gang
I've been often on the road on me way to draw the dole
When there's nothing left to do for Johnny Laing
And I used to think that God made the mixer, pick and hod
So a Paddy might no hell above the ground
I've had ganger's big and tough
Tell me tear that hole out rough
When you're building up and tearing England down
In a tunnel under ground a young Limerick man was found
He was build in to the new Victoria line
When the bonus gang had passed sticking from a concrete cast
Was the face of little Charlie Joe divine
And the ganger man McGurk said big Paddy ate's the work
When the gasmain blew and he flew off the ground
Oh they swore heed send down slack
I'll not be there until I'm back
Keep on building up and tearing England down
I was on the shuttering dam on the day that Jack McCann
Got the better of his stammer in a week
He fell from the shuttering dam
And that poro old stuttering man
He was never ever more inclined to speak
And I saw old Balls McColl with a big flyover fall
Into a concrete mixer spinning round
Tough it wasn't his intent he got a fine head of cement
When he was building up and tearing England down
I remember carrier Jack with his hod upon his back
How he swore one day he'd set the world on fire
Well his face they've never seen
Since his shovel it cut clean
To the middle of the big high tension wires
Oh the more like Robin Hood well he wrung trough Cricklewood
Or dance around the pubs in Camdon Town
Oh but let no man proclaim sure old Pad' could die in vain
When he's building up and tearing England down
So come all you navvy's bold
Do not think that English gold
Is just waiting to be taken from each sod
By the likes of you and me will never get the O.B.E
Or a knighthood for good service to the hod
It's the concrete master race
That would keep you in your place
And a ganger man to kick you to the ground
If you ever try to take part of what the bosses made
When you're building up and tearing England down
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The Dubliners - Boulavogue
At Boulavogue as the sun was setting on the bright May
meadows of Shelmaliar
A rebel hand set the heather blazing and brought the
neighbours from far and near
Then Father Murphy from old Kilcormack spurred up the
rocks with a warning cry
'he cried, ';for I've come to lead you, for Irelands
freedom we'll fight or die';
He led us on 'gainst the coming soldier, the cowardly
yeomen we put to flight
It was at the Harrow the boys of Wexford showed Bookies'
regiment how men could fight
Look out for hirelings, King George of England, search
ev'ry country where breathes a slave
For Father Murphy from the county Wexford sweeps o'er the
land like a mighty wave
At Vinegar Hill o'er the pleasant Slaney our heroes
vainly stood back to back
And the Yoes at Tullow took Father Murphy and they burned
his body upon the rack
God grant you glory, brave Father Murphy, and open heaven
to all your men
For the cause that called you may call tomorrow in
another fight for the green again
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meadows of Shelmaliar
A rebel hand set the heather blazing and brought the
neighbours from far and near
Then Father Murphy from old Kilcormack spurred up the
rocks with a warning cry
'he cried, ';for I've come to lead you, for Irelands
freedom we'll fight or die';
He led us on 'gainst the coming soldier, the cowardly
yeomen we put to flight
It was at the Harrow the boys of Wexford showed Bookies'
regiment how men could fight
Look out for hirelings, King George of England, search
ev'ry country where breathes a slave
For Father Murphy from the county Wexford sweeps o'er the
land like a mighty wave
At Vinegar Hill o'er the pleasant Slaney our heroes
vainly stood back to back
And the Yoes at Tullow took Father Murphy and they burned
his body upon the rack
God grant you glory, brave Father Murphy, and open heaven
to all your men
For the cause that called you may call tomorrow in
another fight for the green again
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The Dubliners - Boots of Spanish Leather
Oh, I'm sailin' away my own true love,
I'm sailin' away in the morning.
Is there something I can send you from across the sea,
From the place that I'll be landing?
No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love,
There's nothin' I'm wishin' to be ownin'.
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled,
From across that lonesome ocean.
Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine
Made of silver or of golden,
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of Barcelona.
Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean,
I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss,
For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.
That I might be gone a long time
And it's only that I'm askin',
Is there something I can send you to remember me by,
To make your time more easy passin'.
Oh, how can, how can you ask me again,
When it only brings me sorrow.
The same thing I want from you today,
I would want again tomorrow.
I send a letter on a lonesome day,
It was from my ship a-sailin',
Saying I don't know when I'll be comin' back again,
It depends on how I'm a-feelin'.
Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way,
I'm sure your mind is roamin'.
I'm sure your heart is not with me,
But with the country to where you're goin'.
So take heed, take heed of the western winds,
Take heed of the stormy weather.
And yes, there's something you can send back to me,
Spanish boots of Spanish leather.
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I'm sailin' away in the morning.
Is there something I can send you from across the sea,
From the place that I'll be landing?
No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love,
There's nothin' I'm wishin' to be ownin'.
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled,
From across that lonesome ocean.
Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine
Made of silver or of golden,
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of Barcelona.
Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean,
I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss,
For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.
That I might be gone a long time
And it's only that I'm askin',
Is there something I can send you to remember me by,
To make your time more easy passin'.
Oh, how can, how can you ask me again,
When it only brings me sorrow.
The same thing I want from you today,
I would want again tomorrow.
I send a letter on a lonesome day,
It was from my ship a-sailin',
Saying I don't know when I'll be comin' back again,
It depends on how I'm a-feelin'.
Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way,
I'm sure your mind is roamin'.
I'm sure your heart is not with me,
But with the country to where you're goin'.
So take heed, take heed of the western winds,
Take heed of the stormy weather.
And yes, there's something you can send back to me,
Spanish boots of Spanish leather.
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The Dubliners - Bombo Lane
Down in Bombo Lane
There lives a big fat woman
And if you want to know her name
You have to pay a shilling
Soldiers, two and six,
Sailors, two and a penny,
Big fat men tw opounds ten
Little kids a penny
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There lives a big fat woman
And if you want to know her name
You have to pay a shilling
Soldiers, two and six,
Sailors, two and a penny,
Big fat men tw opounds ten
Little kids a penny
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Montag, 24. September 2012
The Dubliners - Biddy Mulligan
You may travel from Clare, to the county Kildare,
from Dublin right down to Macroom,
but where would you see a fine widow like me,
I'm a buxom fine widow that lives in a place,
in Dublin that's known as the Coombe.
My shop and my stall are laid out on the street,
and my palace consists of one room.
By Patrick's street corner for 35 years,
I stood by my stall that's no lie.
And while I stood there, there was no one would dare
to say black was the white of me eye.
You may travel from Clare, to the county Kildare,
from Dublin right down to Macroom,
but where would you see a fine widow like me,
Biddy Mulligan, the pride of the Coombe.
I sell apples and oranges, nuts and split peas,
bull's eyes and sugar stick sweet.
On a Saturday night I sell second hand clothes,
from my stall on the floor of the street.
Now I have a son Mick and he plays on the pipe,
he belongs to the Longford Street Band.
It would do your heart good just to see them march out,
on a Sunday to Sandymount Strand.
You may travel from Clare, to the county Kildare,
from Dublin right down to Macroom,
but where would you see a fine widow like me,
Biddy Mulligan, the pride of the Coombe.
Biddy Mulligan the pride of the Coombe.
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from Dublin right down to Macroom,
but where would you see a fine widow like me,
I'm a buxom fine widow that lives in a place,
in Dublin that's known as the Coombe.
My shop and my stall are laid out on the street,
and my palace consists of one room.
By Patrick's street corner for 35 years,
I stood by my stall that's no lie.
And while I stood there, there was no one would dare
to say black was the white of me eye.
You may travel from Clare, to the county Kildare,
from Dublin right down to Macroom,
but where would you see a fine widow like me,
Biddy Mulligan, the pride of the Coombe.
I sell apples and oranges, nuts and split peas,
bull's eyes and sugar stick sweet.
On a Saturday night I sell second hand clothes,
from my stall on the floor of the street.
Now I have a son Mick and he plays on the pipe,
he belongs to the Longford Street Band.
It would do your heart good just to see them march out,
on a Sunday to Sandymount Strand.
You may travel from Clare, to the county Kildare,
from Dublin right down to Macroom,
but where would you see a fine widow like me,
Biddy Mulligan, the pride of the Coombe.
Biddy Mulligan the pride of the Coombe.
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The Dubliners - Barley and Grape Rag
Well don't care if I get arrested
'Cos tonight they'll need more than a ball and chain
I don't care whose interested,
I'm coming into town just the same
I've been alone, I've been feeling blue,
I think I need a little drink or two,
Be my friend, tell me where the place is
Where the whiskey flows and the dices roll till dawn?
My baby's done me wrong you must have guessed it,
My heart's slow I think it must be told
That I don't want ot know where East or West is
'Cos pretty soon I won't feel the cold.
When I'm walking down mainstreet, feeling no pain
Along comes a cop, he can take my name
And explain to me what a federal case is,
I'm mixing the barley with the grape again
Bright city lights, make me feel alright,
I'm right or wrong and tomorrow never comes.
I don't care if i get investigated
And the city fathers they all black my name.
I'm pretty sure you can smell the traces,
For tomorrow morning, I'll take all the blame.
I've been feeling bad and feeling blue
I think I need a little whiskey or two,
God, brother, you look like you could do with it too
(That's true)
Tonight I'll sleep on a walking-cane
I don't care if I get arrested
Cause tonight they'll need more than a ball and chain.
I don't care whose interested,
I'm coming into town just the same
I've been feeling alone and I've been feeling blue.
I think I need a little drink or two.
Be my friend, tell me where the place is
Where the whiskey flows and the dices roll till dawn
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'Cos tonight they'll need more than a ball and chain
I don't care whose interested,
I'm coming into town just the same
I've been alone, I've been feeling blue,
I think I need a little drink or two,
Be my friend, tell me where the place is
Where the whiskey flows and the dices roll till dawn?
My baby's done me wrong you must have guessed it,
My heart's slow I think it must be told
That I don't want ot know where East or West is
'Cos pretty soon I won't feel the cold.
When I'm walking down mainstreet, feeling no pain
Along comes a cop, he can take my name
And explain to me what a federal case is,
I'm mixing the barley with the grape again
Bright city lights, make me feel alright,
I'm right or wrong and tomorrow never comes.
I don't care if i get investigated
And the city fathers they all black my name.
I'm pretty sure you can smell the traces,
For tomorrow morning, I'll take all the blame.
I've been feeling bad and feeling blue
I think I need a little whiskey or two,
God, brother, you look like you could do with it too
(That's true)
Tonight I'll sleep on a walking-cane
I don't care if I get arrested
Cause tonight they'll need more than a ball and chain.
I don't care whose interested,
I'm coming into town just the same
I've been feeling alone and I've been feeling blue.
I think I need a little drink or two.
Be my friend, tell me where the place is
Where the whiskey flows and the dices roll till dawn
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The Dubliners - Ballad of St. Anne´s Reel
He was standing in some tiny town
On fair Prince Edward Island
Waiting for a ship to come and find him
A one horse place, a friendly face,
Some coffee and a tiny trace
Of fiddling in the distance far behind them
A dime across the counter then
A shy hello, a brand new friend
A walk along the street in the wint'ry weather
A yellow light, an open door,
A welcome friend, there's room for more
Soon they're standing there inside together
He said I heard that tune before somewhere
But I can't remember when
Was it on some other friendly shore
Did I hear it on the wind
Was it written on the sky above
I think I heard it from someone I love
But I never heard it sound so sweet since then
Now his feet begin to tap
A little boy says I'll take your hat
He's caught up in the magic of his smile
Then leaps the heart inside him
When on and off across the floor
He sends his clumsy body graceful as a child
He says there's magic in the fiddler's arms
There's magic in this town
There's magic in the dancers' feet
And the way they put them down
Smiling people everywhere
Boots and ribbons and locks of hair
Laughter and old blue suits and Easter gowns
Now the sailor's gone, the room is bare
The old piano's sitting there
Someone's hat's left hanging on the rack
Some empty chairs, a wooden floor
That feels the touch of shoes no more
Waiting for the dancers to come back
And the fiddle's in the closet
Of some daughter of the town
The strings are broke and the bow is gone
And the case is buttoned down
But often on December nights
When the air is cold and the wind is right
For the melody comes passing through this town
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On fair Prince Edward Island
Waiting for a ship to come and find him
A one horse place, a friendly face,
Some coffee and a tiny trace
Of fiddling in the distance far behind them
A dime across the counter then
A shy hello, a brand new friend
A walk along the street in the wint'ry weather
A yellow light, an open door,
A welcome friend, there's room for more
Soon they're standing there inside together
He said I heard that tune before somewhere
But I can't remember when
Was it on some other friendly shore
Did I hear it on the wind
Was it written on the sky above
I think I heard it from someone I love
But I never heard it sound so sweet since then
Now his feet begin to tap
A little boy says I'll take your hat
He's caught up in the magic of his smile
Then leaps the heart inside him
When on and off across the floor
He sends his clumsy body graceful as a child
He says there's magic in the fiddler's arms
There's magic in this town
There's magic in the dancers' feet
And the way they put them down
Smiling people everywhere
Boots and ribbons and locks of hair
Laughter and old blue suits and Easter gowns
Now the sailor's gone, the room is bare
The old piano's sitting there
Someone's hat's left hanging on the rack
Some empty chairs, a wooden floor
That feels the touch of shoes no more
Waiting for the dancers to come back
And the fiddle's in the closet
Of some daughter of the town
The strings are broke and the bow is gone
And the case is buttoned down
But often on December nights
When the air is cold and the wind is right
For the melody comes passing through this town
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The Dubliners - Back in Durham Gaol
I'm a poor man as honest as they come
I never was a thief until they caught me
The judge said he swore me hands were red
No matter how I'd pled he found me guilty
There was no bail, I'm of to Durham Gaol
I'm going and nothing now can save me
Calamities they always come in threes
And that's how many months it was they gave me
And it's no never in the livelong day
Will you find me back in Durham Gaol
No never in the live long day
Will you find me back in Durham Gaol
'Twas a grey day when first I went astray
The devil takes the man who came to tempt me
For in no time me life was one of crime
And now you see the trouble that it's got me
There are four bare walls at which to stare
Me food and me lodgings they are paid for
You can't see the turning of the key
To hear the turning that is all you wait for
And it's no never in the livelong day
Will you find me back in Durham Gaol
No never in the live long day
Will you find me back in Durham Gaol
Oh it's sad to say that here I am to stay
With only iron bars around to lean on
I get a cold bath to dampen down me wrath
Though it's barely just a month ago I had one
God knows I need a suit of clothes
You'd think they could found a one to fit me
Me boots would be fine if they were both a nine
I'm walking like a fall of stones had hit me
And it's no never in the livelong day
Will you find me back in Durham Gaol
No never in the live long day
Will you find me back in Durham Gaol
And I'm sure that me mother's heart would break
To see me in a state of such repentance
I'm glad she's not around to see
And I'll be out before she finishes her sentence
The sun will shine, I'll leave it all behind
Knowing I've done me time and done me duty
Then out of the gate on the narrow and the straight
To the place where I've buried all the booty
And it's no never in the livelong day
Will you find me back in Durham Gaol
No never in the live long day
Will you find me back in Durham Gaol
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I never was a thief until they caught me
The judge said he swore me hands were red
No matter how I'd pled he found me guilty
There was no bail, I'm of to Durham Gaol
I'm going and nothing now can save me
Calamities they always come in threes
And that's how many months it was they gave me
And it's no never in the livelong day
Will you find me back in Durham Gaol
No never in the live long day
Will you find me back in Durham Gaol
'Twas a grey day when first I went astray
The devil takes the man who came to tempt me
For in no time me life was one of crime
And now you see the trouble that it's got me
There are four bare walls at which to stare
Me food and me lodgings they are paid for
You can't see the turning of the key
To hear the turning that is all you wait for
And it's no never in the livelong day
Will you find me back in Durham Gaol
No never in the live long day
Will you find me back in Durham Gaol
Oh it's sad to say that here I am to stay
With only iron bars around to lean on
I get a cold bath to dampen down me wrath
Though it's barely just a month ago I had one
God knows I need a suit of clothes
You'd think they could found a one to fit me
Me boots would be fine if they were both a nine
I'm walking like a fall of stones had hit me
And it's no never in the livelong day
Will you find me back in Durham Gaol
No never in the live long day
Will you find me back in Durham Gaol
And I'm sure that me mother's heart would break
To see me in a state of such repentance
I'm glad she's not around to see
And I'll be out before she finishes her sentence
The sun will shine, I'll leave it all behind
Knowing I've done me time and done me duty
Then out of the gate on the narrow and the straight
To the place where I've buried all the booty
And it's no never in the livelong day
Will you find me back in Durham Gaol
No never in the live long day
Will you find me back in Durham Gaol
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The Dubliners - Avondale
Oh, have you been to Avondale
And lingered in her lovely vale?
Where tall trees whisper low the tale
Of Avondale's proud eagle.
Where pride and ancient glory fade,
Such was the land where he was laid,
Like Christ was thirty pieces paid,
For Avondale's proud eagle.
Long years that green and lovely glade,
Have lost for now our grandest Gael,
And Cursed the land that has betrayed,
Our Avondale's proud eagle
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And lingered in her lovely vale?
Where tall trees whisper low the tale
Of Avondale's proud eagle.
Where pride and ancient glory fade,
Such was the land where he was laid,
Like Christ was thirty pieces paid,
For Avondale's proud eagle.
Long years that green and lovely glade,
Have lost for now our grandest Gael,
And Cursed the land that has betrayed,
Our Avondale's proud eagle
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The Dubliners - Ar Éireann Ní Neosfainn Cé Hí
A(D)réir is mé ag (G)téarnamh um (D)neoin
ar an taobh thall den (G)teora ina (A)mbím
do (D)thaobhnaigh an (G)spéirbhean i (D)m'
chomhair
d'fhag (G)taomanach (Em)breoite lag (D)sinn.
do ghéilleas dá (Bm)méin is dá (G)cló
dá (D)bréithre 's dá (Bm)beol tana (A)binn.
Do (D)léimeas fá (G)dhéin dul 'na (D)comhair
is ar (Bm)Éirinn ní (G)neosfainn (A)cé (D)hí.
Dá (D)ngéillfeadh an (G)spéirbhean do (D)m' ghlór
agus ráite mo (G)bheoil a bheith (A)fíor
go (D)deimhin duit, go (G)ndéanfainn do (D)ghnó,
do (G)léirchur i (Em)gcóir is i (D)gcríoch.
Do léifinn go (Bm)léir stair do m' (G)stór
is bna (D)mhéin liom í a (Bm)phógadh ó (A)m' chroí
do (D)bhéarfainn an (G)chraobh di gan (D)ghó,
is ar (Bm)Éirinn ní (G)neosfainn (A)cé (D)hí.
Tá (D)spéir-bhruinneall (G)mhaorga dheas (D)óg
Ar an taobh eile den (G)teora ina (A)mbím,
Tá (D)féile agus (G)daonnacht ina (D)snó
Is (G)deise agus (Em)meon ins an (D)mhnaoi
Tá folt aici ar (Bm)lasadh mar (G)ór
Go (D)cócanach ó(Bm)marach (A)buí,
Tá (D)lasadh ina (G)leacain mar (D)rós
S ar (Bm)Éirinn ní (G)neosfainn (A)cé (D)hí.
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The Dubliners - And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda
When I was a young man I carried me pack
And I lived the free life of the rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in 1915 my country said: Son,
It's time to stop rambling, there's work to be done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
When the ship pulled away from the quay
And amid all the tears, flag waving and cheers
We sailed off for Gallipoli
It well I remember that terrible day
When our blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell they call Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughterJ
ohnny Turk, he was ready, he primed himself well
He rained us with bullets, and he showered us with shell
And in five minutes flat, we were all blown to hell
He nearly blew us back home to Australia
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
When we stopped to bury our slain
Well we buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then it started all over again
Oh those that were living just tried to survive
In that mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
While around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head
And when I awoke in me hospital bed
And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead
I never knew there was worse things than dying
Oh no more I'll go Waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me
They collected the wounded, the crippled, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind and the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And when the ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where me legs used to be
And thank Christ there was no one there waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity
And the Band played Waltzing Matilda
When they carried us down the gangway
Oh nobody cheered, they just stood there and stared
Then they turned all their faces away
Now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Renewing their dreams of past glories
I see the old men all tired, stiff and worn
Those weary old heroes of a forgotten war
And the young people ask "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question
And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men still answer the call
But year after year, their numbers get fewer
Someday, no one will march there at all
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the billabong
So who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?
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And I lived the free life of the rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in 1915 my country said: Son,
It's time to stop rambling, there's work to be done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
When the ship pulled away from the quay
And amid all the tears, flag waving and cheers
We sailed off for Gallipoli
It well I remember that terrible day
When our blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell they call Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughterJ
ohnny Turk, he was ready, he primed himself well
He rained us with bullets, and he showered us with shell
And in five minutes flat, we were all blown to hell
He nearly blew us back home to Australia
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
When we stopped to bury our slain
Well we buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then it started all over again
Oh those that were living just tried to survive
In that mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
While around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head
And when I awoke in me hospital bed
And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead
I never knew there was worse things than dying
Oh no more I'll go Waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me
They collected the wounded, the crippled, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind and the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And when the ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where me legs used to be
And thank Christ there was no one there waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity
And the Band played Waltzing Matilda
When they carried us down the gangway
Oh nobody cheered, they just stood there and stared
Then they turned all their faces away
Now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Renewing their dreams of past glories
I see the old men all tired, stiff and worn
Those weary old heroes of a forgotten war
And the young people ask "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question
And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men still answer the call
But year after year, their numbers get fewer
Someday, no one will march there at all
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the billabong
So who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?
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The Dubliners - All For Me Grog
And it's all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin
Across the western ocean I must wander
Where are me boots, me noggin, noggin boots
they're all gone for beer and tobacco
For the heels they are worn out and the toes are kicked about
And the soles are looking for better weather
And it's all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin
Across the western ocean I must wander
Where is me shirt me noggin, noggin shirt
It's all gone for beer and tobacco
For the collar is all worn and the sleeves they are all torn
And the tail is looking for better weather
And it's all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin
Across the western ocean I must wander
I'm sick in the head and I haven't gone to bed
Since I first came ashore from me slumber
For I spent all me dough on the lassies don't you know
Far across the western ocean I must wander
And it's all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin
Across the western ocean I must wander
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All for me beer and tobacco
Well I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin
Across the western ocean I must wander
Where are me boots, me noggin, noggin boots
they're all gone for beer and tobacco
For the heels they are worn out and the toes are kicked about
And the soles are looking for better weather
And it's all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin
Across the western ocean I must wander
Where is me shirt me noggin, noggin shirt
It's all gone for beer and tobacco
For the collar is all worn and the sleeves they are all torn
And the tail is looking for better weather
And it's all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin
Across the western ocean I must wander
I'm sick in the head and I haven't gone to bed
Since I first came ashore from me slumber
For I spent all me dough on the lassies don't you know
Far across the western ocean I must wander
And it's all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin
Across the western ocean I must wander
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The Dubliners - Alabama ´58
In Alabama nineteen fifty eight
The cost of human life is very low
A man that's flag is trampled down
Just like them were is thousand years ago
But these are more enlightened days
No room for all these savage ways
Leave them, let them go
Now every man may walk his roads in peace
For all are free
Two thousand years ago a million men
Were gathered into Royal Egypt's land
Were bound together, forced to build
The pyramids of stone and desert sand
But these are more enlightened days
No room for all these savage ways
Leave them, let them go
Now every man may walk his roads in peace
For all are free
Mary's son walked through a land of woe
Dreaming of the world as it could be
But for good and lawful men of Rome
Bound them like a robber to a tree
But these are more enlightened days
No room for all these savage ways
Leave them, let them go
Now every man may walk his roads in peace
For all are free
In Britain just a hundred years ago
The jails were full of good and hungry men
Diggers, Fenians many more
Fought and died for growth to fight again
But these are more enlightened days
No room for all these savage ways
Leave them, let them go
Now every man may walk his roads in peace
For all are free
Last year a Negro stole a dollar bill
The judge he said: 'we mustn't be severe
Instead of death we'll give him life
Imprisonment to show that justice is here'
But these are more enlightened days
No room for all these savage ways
Leave them, let them go
Now every man may walk his roads in peace
For all are free
And so throughout the ages you have seen
How progress marches ever on its way
No rack, no wheel, no Spanish boot
For Alabama's prisoners today
But these are more enlightened days
No room for all these savage ways
Leave them, let them go
Now every man may walk his roads in peace
For all are free
In these are more enlightened days
No room for all these savage ways
Leave them, let them go
Now every man should walk his road in peace
That men be free
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The cost of human life is very low
A man that's flag is trampled down
Just like them were is thousand years ago
But these are more enlightened days
No room for all these savage ways
Leave them, let them go
Now every man may walk his roads in peace
For all are free
Two thousand years ago a million men
Were gathered into Royal Egypt's land
Were bound together, forced to build
The pyramids of stone and desert sand
But these are more enlightened days
No room for all these savage ways
Leave them, let them go
Now every man may walk his roads in peace
For all are free
Mary's son walked through a land of woe
Dreaming of the world as it could be
But for good and lawful men of Rome
Bound them like a robber to a tree
But these are more enlightened days
No room for all these savage ways
Leave them, let them go
Now every man may walk his roads in peace
For all are free
In Britain just a hundred years ago
The jails were full of good and hungry men
Diggers, Fenians many more
Fought and died for growth to fight again
But these are more enlightened days
No room for all these savage ways
Leave them, let them go
Now every man may walk his roads in peace
For all are free
Last year a Negro stole a dollar bill
The judge he said: 'we mustn't be severe
Instead of death we'll give him life
Imprisonment to show that justice is here'
But these are more enlightened days
No room for all these savage ways
Leave them, let them go
Now every man may walk his roads in peace
For all are free
And so throughout the ages you have seen
How progress marches ever on its way
No rack, no wheel, no Spanish boot
For Alabama's prisoners today
But these are more enlightened days
No room for all these savage ways
Leave them, let them go
Now every man may walk his roads in peace
For all are free
In these are more enlightened days
No room for all these savage ways
Leave them, let them go
Now every man should walk his road in peace
That men be free
Weblinks:
Jetzt Kaufen: The Dubliners - Alabama '58
YouTube: The Dubliners - Alabama ´58
The Dubliners - A Pub With No Beer
It's lonesome away from your kindred and all,
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call,
But there's nothing so lonesome, so dull or so drear,
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer.
Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come,
There's a faraway look on the face of the bum,
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer,
What a terrible place is a pub with no beer.
The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat,
He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat,
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer,
When the barman says suddenly: "The pub's got no beer!"
There's a dog on the veranda, for his master he waits,
But the boss is inside, drinking wine with his mates,
He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear.
It's no place for a dog, round a pub with no beer.
Old Billy, the blacksmith, for the first time in his life,
Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife,
He walks in the kitchen; she says: "You're early, me dear"
Then he breaks down and he tells her , that the pub's got no beer
Oh, it's lonesome away from your kindred and all,
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call,
But there's nothing so lonesome, so dull or so drear,
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer.
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By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call,
But there's nothing so lonesome, so dull or so drear,
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer.
Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come,
There's a faraway look on the face of the bum,
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer,
What a terrible place is a pub with no beer.
The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat,
He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat,
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer,
When the barman says suddenly: "The pub's got no beer!"
There's a dog on the veranda, for his master he waits,
But the boss is inside, drinking wine with his mates,
He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear.
It's no place for a dog, round a pub with no beer.
Old Billy, the blacksmith, for the first time in his life,
Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife,
He walks in the kitchen; she says: "You're early, me dear"
Then he breaks down and he tells her , that the pub's got no beer
Oh, it's lonesome away from your kindred and all,
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call,
But there's nothing so lonesome, so dull or so drear,
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer.
Weblinks:
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The Dubliners - A Nation Once Again
When boyhood's fire was in my blood
I read of ancient freemen, For Greece and Rome who bravely stood,
Three hundred men and three men;
And then I prayed I yet might see
Our fetters rent in twain,
And Ireland, long a province, be,
a Nation once again!
A Nation once again,
A Nation once again,
And lreland, long a province, be
A Nation once again!
And from that time, through wildest woe,
That hope has shone a far light,
Nor could love's brightest summer glow
Outshine that solemn starlight;
It seemed to watch above my head
In forum, field and fane,
Its angel voice sang round my bed,
A Nation once again!
It whisper'd too, that freedom's ark
And service high and holy,
Would be profaned by feelings dark
And passions vain or lowly;
For, Freedom comes from God's right hand,
And needs a Godly train;
And righteous men must make our land
A Nation once again!
So, as I grew from boy to man,
I bent me to that bidding
My spirit of each selfish plan
And cruel passion ridding;
For, thus I hoped some day to aid,
Oh, can such hope be vain?
When my dear country shall be made
A Nation once again!
Weblinks:
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Jetzt Kaufen: A Nation Once Again (1993 Digital Remaster)
I read of ancient freemen, For Greece and Rome who bravely stood,
Three hundred men and three men;
And then I prayed I yet might see
Our fetters rent in twain,
And Ireland, long a province, be,
a Nation once again!
A Nation once again,
A Nation once again,
And lreland, long a province, be
A Nation once again!
And from that time, through wildest woe,
That hope has shone a far light,
Nor could love's brightest summer glow
Outshine that solemn starlight;
It seemed to watch above my head
In forum, field and fane,
Its angel voice sang round my bed,
A Nation once again!
It whisper'd too, that freedom's ark
And service high and holy,
Would be profaned by feelings dark
And passions vain or lowly;
For, Freedom comes from God's right hand,
And needs a Godly train;
And righteous men must make our land
A Nation once again!
So, as I grew from boy to man,
I bent me to that bidding
My spirit of each selfish plan
And cruel passion ridding;
For, thus I hoped some day to aid,
Oh, can such hope be vain?
When my dear country shall be made
A Nation once again!
Weblinks:
YouTube: A Nation Once Again
Jetzt Kaufen: A Nation Once Again (1993 Digital Remaster)
Sonntag, 23. September 2012
The Dubliners LIVE - Tourdaten aktualiesiert
Es können zwei neue Touradten bekannt gegeben werden! Für alle die über Weihnachten und Neujahr in Dublin sind sicher ein unvergessliches Erlebnis!
29.12.2012: IRL Dublin - Vicar Street
30.12.2012: IRL Dublin - Vicar Street
The Dubliners im Wandel der Zeit!
Die irische Folk-Band wurde bereits im Jahr 1962 gegründet und seither ohne Unterbrechung fortgeführt. In dieser Zeit kam es zu einigen Besetzungswechsel.
Hier findet ihre eine Übersicht über die verschiedenen Besetzungen seit der Gründung 1962 im O´Donoghue´s Pub in Dublin durch die irischen Legenden Ronnie Drew, Luke Kelly, Barney McKenna und Ciaran Bourke:
1962–1964: Drew, Kelly, McKenna, Bourke
1964–1965: Drew, McKenna, Bourke, Lynch, Sheahan
1965–1974: Drew, Kelly, McKenna, Bourke, Sheahan
1974–1979: Kelly, McKenna, Sheahan, McCann
1979–1983: Drew, Kelly, McKenna, Sheahan
1983–1988: Drew, McKenna, Sheahan, Cannon
1988–1995: Drew, McKenna, Sheahan, Cannon, Campbell
1996–2005: McKenna, Sheahan, Cannon, Campbell, Reilly
2005–2012: McKenna, Sheahan, Cannon, Campbell, Watchorn
seit 2012: Sheahan, Cannon, Campbell, Watchorn
Somit haben bereits elf verschiedene Musiker bei den Dubliners gespielt! Im Jahr 2012 ist mit Barney McKenna das letzte Mitglied der Originalbesetzung verstorben. Das nun dienstlängst Mitglied ist John Sheahan seit 1964. Sean Cannon ist seit 1983 dabei. Eamonn Campell seit 1988 und Patsy Watchorn seit 2005. Womit die aktuelle Besetzung komplett wäre.
Besetzung 1965 bis 1974:
Ciaran Bourke, Barney McKenna, Luke Kelly,
John Sheahan, Ronnie Drew
50 Jahre The Dubliner´s-Jubiläum:
Jim McCann, Paddy Reilly, Ronnie Drew, Eamonn Campell, John Sheahan, Barney McKenna, Sean Cannon
Barney McKenna, John Sheahan, Eamonn Campell, Sean Cannon, Patsy Watchorn
Hier findet ihre eine Übersicht über die verschiedenen Besetzungen seit der Gründung 1962 im O´Donoghue´s Pub in Dublin durch die irischen Legenden Ronnie Drew, Luke Kelly, Barney McKenna und Ciaran Bourke:
1962–1964: Drew, Kelly, McKenna, Bourke
1964–1965: Drew, McKenna, Bourke, Lynch, Sheahan
1965–1974: Drew, Kelly, McKenna, Bourke, Sheahan
1974–1979: Kelly, McKenna, Sheahan, McCann
1979–1983: Drew, Kelly, McKenna, Sheahan
1983–1988: Drew, McKenna, Sheahan, Cannon
1988–1995: Drew, McKenna, Sheahan, Cannon, Campbell
1996–2005: McKenna, Sheahan, Cannon, Campbell, Reilly
2005–2012: McKenna, Sheahan, Cannon, Campbell, Watchorn
seit 2012: Sheahan, Cannon, Campbell, Watchorn
Somit haben bereits elf verschiedene Musiker bei den Dubliners gespielt! Im Jahr 2012 ist mit Barney McKenna das letzte Mitglied der Originalbesetzung verstorben. Das nun dienstlängst Mitglied ist John Sheahan seit 1964. Sean Cannon ist seit 1983 dabei. Eamonn Campell seit 1988 und Patsy Watchorn seit 2005. Womit die aktuelle Besetzung komplett wäre.
Ciaran Bourke, Barney McKenna, Luke Kelly,
John Sheahan, Ronnie Drew
Jim McCann, Paddy Reilly, Ronnie Drew, Eamonn Campell, John Sheahan, Barney McKenna, Sean Cannon
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