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!
This is from the live version,
Nice and easy chords, grand fun to play
and gets anyone listening to you wondering
what the feck a skideri-diddle-dum is, as they sing along.
As always any mistakes are mine
- flatwound -
THE RARE OLD MOUNTAIN DEW
[Verse 1]
C F C G
Where the grasses grow, And the waters flow, In a free and easy way
C F C G C
But give me enough, Of the rare ol' stuff, That's made near Galway Bay
C C C Am
Come goughers all, From Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too
C F C G C
And we'll give 'em the slip,And we'll take a sip, Of the rare ol mountain dew
[Chorus]
C F C G
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-ey-day
C F C G C
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-dum-day
[Verse 2]
C C
There's a neat little still At the foot of the hill
C F
Where the smoke curls up to the sky
C F
By the whiff and the smell, You can plainly tell
C G C
That there's poteen brewin' nearby
C C C F
For it fills the air, With a perfume rare, And betwixt both me and you
C F C G C
And it's home we go, With a pint or bowl, Or a bucket full a mountain dew
[Chorus]
C F C G
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-ey-day
C F C G C
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-dum-day
[Verse 3]
C C C F
Now learned men, Who use the pen, Have written your praises high
C F C G C
Of the rare poteen, From Ireland green, That's made from wheat and rye
C C C F
So, Away with yer pills, It'll cure all ills, Be ya, Pagan, Christian or Jew
C F C G C
So take off yer coat, And grease yer throat, With a bucketfull of mountain dew
[Chorus]
C F C G
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-ey-day
C F C G C
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-dum-day
C F C G
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-ey-day
C F C G C
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-dum-day
Nice and easy chords, grand fun to play
and gets anyone listening to you wondering
what the feck a skideri-diddle-dum is, as they sing along.
As always any mistakes are mine
- flatwound -
THE RARE OLD MOUNTAIN DEW
[Verse 1]
C F C G
Where the grasses grow, And the waters flow, In a free and easy way
C F C G C
But give me enough, Of the rare ol' stuff, That's made near Galway Bay
C C C Am
Come goughers all, From Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too
C F C G C
And we'll give 'em the slip,And we'll take a sip, Of the rare ol mountain dew
[Chorus]
C F C G
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-ey-day
C F C G C
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-dum-day
[Verse 2]
C C
There's a neat little still At the foot of the hill
C F
Where the smoke curls up to the sky
C F
By the whiff and the smell, You can plainly tell
C G C
That there's poteen brewin' nearby
C C C F
For it fills the air, With a perfume rare, And betwixt both me and you
C F C G C
And it's home we go, With a pint or bowl, Or a bucket full a mountain dew
[Chorus]
C F C G
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-ey-day
C F C G C
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-dum-day
[Verse 3]
C C C F
Now learned men, Who use the pen, Have written your praises high
C F C G C
Of the rare poteen, From Ireland green, That's made from wheat and rye
C C C F
So, Away with yer pills, It'll cure all ills, Be ya, Pagan, Christian or Jew
C F C G C
So take off yer coat, And grease yer throat, With a bucketfull of mountain dew
[Chorus]
C F C G
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-ey-day
C F C G C
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-dum-day
C F C G
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-ey-day
C F C G C
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-dum-day
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