Biografía:
The Dubliners are an Irish folk band founded in 1962.
Band members:
* Ronnie Drew (1962-1974; 1979-1995; 2002) Vocals, Guitar
* Luke Kelly (1962-1984) Vocals, Banjo
* Ciaran Bourke (1962-1974) Vocals, Guitar, Tin Whistle, Harmonica
* Barney McKenna (1962-) Irish Tenor Banjo, Mandolin, melodeon, Vocals
* John Sheahan (1964-) Fiddle, Mandolin, Tin Whistle, Concertina
* Bobby Lynch (1964-1965) Vocals, Guitar
* Jim McCann (1974-1979) Vocals, Guitar
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- Black Velvet Band
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- Dicey Riley
- Don't Give Up Till It's Over
- Donegal Danny
- Fiddlers Green
- Fields Of Athenry
- Finnegan's Wake
- Hand Me Down My Bible
- Home Boys Home
- Hot Asphalt
- I Loved The Ground She Walked Upon
- I Wish I Had Someone To Love Me
- If Ever You Go To Dublin Town
- Johnny Mcgory
- Kelly The Boy From Killane
- Lowland Of Holland
- Maids When You're Young
- Mcalpines Fusiliers
- Monto
- Night Visiting Song
- On Raglan Road
- Peggy Lettermore
- Rare Old Mountain Dew
- Rare Old Times
- Rocky Road To Dublin
- Roddy Mccorley
- School Days Over
- Scorn Not His Simplicity
- Seven Drunken Nights
- Song For Ireland
- Spanish Lady
- Take It Down From The Mast
- The Auld Triangle
- The Banks Of The Roses
- The Foggy Due
- The Holy Ground
- The Molly Maguires
- The Town I Loved So Well
- The Wild Rover
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One evening of late as I happened to stray
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To the county Tipperary I straight took my way
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To dig for patatoes and work by the day
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For a farmer called Darby O'Leary
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I asked him how far we were bound for to go
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The night being dark and a cold wind did blow
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I was hungry and tired and me spirits were low
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For I got neither whiskey nor water
The dirty old miser he mounted his steed
To the Gull Belly Mountains he rode in great speed
I followed behind til my poor feet did bleed
And we stopped when his old horse was weary
When we came to his cottage I entered it first
It looked like a kennel or ruined old church
And I says to meself I am left in the lurch
In the house of old Darby O'Leary
I well recollect it was Michael mess night
To a hearty good supper he did me invite
A cup of sour milk that was more green then white
And it gave me a threatening disorder
The wet old patatoes would poison the cats
And the barn where me bed stood was sworn with rats
And the flees would have frightened the fearless Saint Pat
Who banished the snakes over 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 his patatoes would die of the blight
And himself would go off with the fairies
t Was 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
Or the sky over Darby O'Leary
I 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 Rossgren
At the mount of Kilfacel the bridge of Aleen
Such woefull starvation I never yet seen
As I got from old Darby O'Leary
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