Biografía:
Tras esa imagen de entrañables abuelos barbudos está la formación más legendaria de la música irlandesa. Desde que, inspirados por la novela de Joyce, asumieran su nombre artístico, los Dubliners han dado forma a una carrera basada tanto en sus arcanas tonadas populares de inmigrantes y trabajadores como en esa reputación de crápulas santos bebedores que les acompaña desde que irrumpieron en 1967 con ‘Seven drunken nights’ (Siete noche ebrias), éxito censurado en su país que les proyectó incluso al mundo del rock.
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Otras canciones:
- Dirty Old Town
- Lord Of The Dance
- Molly Malone
- Rocky Road To Dublin
- Sean South From Garryowen
- Tell Me Ma
- The Lark In The Morning
- Whiskey In The Jar
- Carrickfergus
- All For Me Grog
- Auld Orange Flute
- Black Velvet Band
- Boston Burglar
- Bugger Off
- Building Up And Tearing England Down
- Bunch Of Red Roses
- Cavan Girl
- Cod Liver Oil
- Come And Join The British Army
- Darby Oleary
- Donegal Danny
- Dont Get Married
- Drink It Up Men
- Dublin In The Rare Old Times
- Eileen Og
- Fiddlers Green
- Finnegans Wake
- Foggy Dew
- Free The People
- Gartan Mothers Lullaby
- Go To Sea No More
- God Save Ireland
- Golden Jubilee
- Grace
- Hand Me Down My Bible
- Hot Asphalt
- I Wish I Had Someone To Love Me
- I Wish I Was Back In Liverpool
- If You Ever Go To Dublin Town
- Ill Tell Me Ma
- Im A Rover
- James Larkin
- Joe Hill
- Kelly The Boy From Killane
- Leaving Of Liverpool
- Lock Up Your Daughters
- Maids When Youre Young
- Marino Waltz
- Master Mc Grath
- Mcalpines Fusiliers
- Molly Maguires
- Monto
- Muirsheen Durkin
- Nelsons Farewell
- Nora
- Oh I Loved The Ground
- On Raglan Road
- Parcel Of Rogues
- Peggy Gordon
- Poor Paddy On The Railway
- Quare Bungle Rye
- Raglan Road
- Ragmans Ball
- Rare Old Mountain Dew
- Rising Of The Moon
- Roddy Mccorley
- Sally Mclennane
- Sam Hall
- Scorn Not His Simplicity
- Seven Deadly Sins
- Seven Drunken Nights
- Song For Ireland
- Springhill Mining Disaster
- Springhill Mining Disaster Luke Kelly Version
- The Bonny Shoals Of Herring
- The Dublin Fusiliers
- The Dundee Weaver
- The Ferryman
- The Fields Of Athenry
- The Glendalough Saint
- The Holy Ground
- The Irish Navy
- The Irish Rover
- The Last Thing On My Mind
- The Maid Of The Sweet Brown Knowe
- The Manchester Rambler
- The Molly Maguires
- The Night Visiting Song
- The Nightingale
- The Old Alarm Clock
- The Rare Old Times
- The Rose Of Allendale
- The Town I Loved So Well
- The Unquiet Grave
- The Wild Rover
- Tibby Dunbar
- Tramps And Hawkers
- When The Boys Come Rolling Home
- Whiskey On A Sunday
- Wild Rover
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro]
C F C G
[Verse 1]
C G C
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Am G
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
C F C
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
G C
And all of us thought him a stout Orange blade,
Em F
On the Twelfth of July as it yearly did come,
C G7
Bob played with his flute to the sound of a drum.
C F C
You may talk of your harp, your piano or lute,
G C
But none can compare with the Old Orange Flute.
[Verse 2]
C G C
Bob, the deceiver, he took us all in;
Am G
He married a Papist named Bridget McGinn.
C F C
Turned Papist himself and forsook the old cause
G C
That gave us our freedom, religion and laws.
Em F
Now, boys of the townland made some noise upon it,
C G7
And Bob had to fly to the province of Connaught.
C F C
He fled with his wife and his fixings to boot,
G C
And along with the latter his Old Orange Flute.
[Verse 3]
C G C
At the chapel on Sunday to atone for past deeds,
Am G
He'd say Pater and Aves and counted his brown beads.
C F C
'Til after some time, at the priest's own desire
G C
He went with that old flute to play in the choir.
Em F
He went with that old flute for to play for the Mass,
C G7
But the instrument shivered and sighed, oh, alas,
C F C
And try though he would, though it made a great noise,
G C
The flute would play only "The Protestant Boys."
[Verse 4]
C G C
Bob jumped and he stared and got in a flutter
Am G
And threw the old flute in the blessed holy water.
C F C
He thought that this charm would bring some other Sound;
G C
When he tried it again, it played "Croppies Lie Down."
Em F
Now, for all he could whistle and finger and blow,
C G7
To play Papish music he found it no go.
C F C
"Kick the Pope" and "The Boyne Water" it freely would Sound,
G C
But one Papish squeak in it couldn't be found.
[Verse 5]
C G C
At the council of priests that was held the next day
Am G
They decided to banish the old flute away.
C F C
They couldn't knock heresy out of it's head,
G C
So they bought Bob a new one to play in it's stead.
Em F
Now, the old flute was doomed, and its fate was pathetic
C G7
'Twas fastened and burned at the stake as a heretic.
C F C
As the flames soared around it, they heard a strange Noise;
G C
'Twas the old flute still whistling "The Protestant Boys."
[Outro]
F C
"Toora lu, toora lay,
G C
Oh, it's six miles from Bangor to Donnahadee."
C F C G
[Verse 1]
C G C
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Am G
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
C F C
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
G C
And all of us thought him a stout Orange blade,
Em F
On the Twelfth of July as it yearly did come,
C G7
Bob played with his flute to the sound of a drum.
C F C
You may talk of your harp, your piano or lute,
G C
But none can compare with the Old Orange Flute.
[Verse 2]
C G C
Bob, the deceiver, he took us all in;
Am G
He married a Papist named Bridget McGinn.
C F C
Turned Papist himself and forsook the old cause
G C
That gave us our freedom, religion and laws.
Em F
Now, boys of the townland made some noise upon it,
C G7
And Bob had to fly to the province of Connaught.
C F C
He fled with his wife and his fixings to boot,
G C
And along with the latter his Old Orange Flute.
[Verse 3]
C G C
At the chapel on Sunday to atone for past deeds,
Am G
He'd say Pater and Aves and counted his brown beads.
C F C
'Til after some time, at the priest's own desire
G C
He went with that old flute to play in the choir.
Em F
He went with that old flute for to play for the Mass,
C G7
But the instrument shivered and sighed, oh, alas,
C F C
And try though he would, though it made a great noise,
G C
The flute would play only "The Protestant Boys."
[Verse 4]
C G C
Bob jumped and he stared and got in a flutter
Am G
And threw the old flute in the blessed holy water.
C F C
He thought that this charm would bring some other Sound;
G C
When he tried it again, it played "Croppies Lie Down."
Em F
Now, for all he could whistle and finger and blow,
C G7
To play Papish music he found it no go.
C F C
"Kick the Pope" and "The Boyne Water" it freely would Sound,
G C
But one Papish squeak in it couldn't be found.
[Verse 5]
C G C
At the council of priests that was held the next day
Am G
They decided to banish the old flute away.
C F C
They couldn't knock heresy out of it's head,
G C
So they bought Bob a new one to play in it's stead.
Em F
Now, the old flute was doomed, and its fate was pathetic
C G7
'Twas fastened and burned at the stake as a heretic.
C F C
As the flames soared around it, they heard a strange Noise;
G C
'Twas the old flute still whistling "The Protestant Boys."
[Outro]
F C
"Toora lu, toora lay,
G C
Oh, it's six miles from Bangor to Donnahadee."
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