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!
The Irish Rover by The Dubliners and The Pogues
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This is the progression that I find most fun to play, basically the whole song goes:
G C
G D
G C
G D G
G D
G D
G Em
G D G
So once you get the hang of it you're set. This is a whacky song so don't hold
back from going a little crazy and having fun!
Here's the lyrics with an example of when the chords are played:
[Verse 1]
G C
On the Fourth of July, eighteen hundred and six
G D
We set sail from the sweet Cobh of Cork
G C
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
G D G
For the Grand City Hall in New York
G
'Twas a wonderful craft
D
She was rigged fore and aft
G D
And oh, how the wild wind drove her
G
She stood several blasts
Em
She had twenty seven masts
G D G
And they called her The Irish Rover
[Verse 2]
G C
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
G D
We had two million barrels of stone
G C
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
G D G
We had four million barrels of bones
G
We had five million hogs
D
And six million dogs
G D
Seven million barrels of porter
G Em
We had eight million bails of old nanny-goats' tails
G D G
In the hold of the Irish Rover
[Verse 3]
G
There was awl Mickey Coote
C
Who played hard on his flute
G D
When the ladies lined up for a set
G
He was tootin' with skill
C
For each sparkling quadrille
G D G
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
G
With his smart witty talk
C
He was cock of the walk
Em D
And he rolled the dames under and over
G
They all knew at a glance
D
When he took up his stance
G D G
That he sailed in The Irish Rover
[Verse 4]
G
There was Barney McGee
C
From the banks of the Lee
G D
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
G
There was Johnny McGirr
C
Who was scared stiff of work
G D G
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
G
There was Slugger O'Toole
C
Who was drunk as a rule
G D
And Fighting Bill Treacy from Dover
G
And your man, Mick MacCann
Em
From the banks of the Bann
G D G
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
[Verse 5]
G C
For a sailor it's always a bother in life
G D
It's so lonesome by night and day
G
That he longs for the shore
C
And a charming young whore
G D G
Who will melt all his troubles away
G
Oh, the noise and the rout
C
Swillin' poitin and stout
G D
For him soon the torment's over
G
Of the love of a maid
Em
He is never afraid
G D G
An old salt from the Irish Rover
[Verse 6]
G
We had sailed seven years
C
When the measles broke out
G D
And the ship lost its way in the fog
G
And that whale of a crew
C
Was reduced down to two
G D G
Just myself and the Captain's old dog
G
Then the ship struck a rock
C
Oh Lord what a shock
G D
The bulkhead was turned right over
G
Turned nine times around
Em
And the poor old dog was drowned
G D G
I'm the last of The Irish Rover
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This is the progression that I find most fun to play, basically the whole song goes:
G C
G D
G C
G D G
G D
G D
G Em
G D G
So once you get the hang of it you're set. This is a whacky song so don't hold
back from going a little crazy and having fun!
Here's the lyrics with an example of when the chords are played:
[Verse 1]
G C
On the Fourth of July, eighteen hundred and six
G D
We set sail from the sweet Cobh of Cork
G C
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
G D G
For the Grand City Hall in New York
G
'Twas a wonderful craft
D
She was rigged fore and aft
G D
And oh, how the wild wind drove her
G
She stood several blasts
Em
She had twenty seven masts
G D G
And they called her The Irish Rover
[Verse 2]
G C
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
G D
We had two million barrels of stone
G C
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
G D G
We had four million barrels of bones
G
We had five million hogs
D
And six million dogs
G D
Seven million barrels of porter
G Em
We had eight million bails of old nanny-goats' tails
G D G
In the hold of the Irish Rover
[Verse 3]
G
There was awl Mickey Coote
C
Who played hard on his flute
G D
When the ladies lined up for a set
G
He was tootin' with skill
C
For each sparkling quadrille
G D G
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
G
With his smart witty talk
C
He was cock of the walk
Em D
And he rolled the dames under and over
G
They all knew at a glance
D
When he took up his stance
G D G
That he sailed in The Irish Rover
[Verse 4]
G
There was Barney McGee
C
From the banks of the Lee
G D
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
G
There was Johnny McGirr
C
Who was scared stiff of work
G D G
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
G
There was Slugger O'Toole
C
Who was drunk as a rule
G D
And Fighting Bill Treacy from Dover
G
And your man, Mick MacCann
Em
From the banks of the Bann
G D G
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
[Verse 5]
G C
For a sailor it's always a bother in life
G D
It's so lonesome by night and day
G
That he longs for the shore
C
And a charming young whore
G D G
Who will melt all his troubles away
G
Oh, the noise and the rout
C
Swillin' poitin and stout
G D
For him soon the torment's over
G
Of the love of a maid
Em
He is never afraid
G D G
An old salt from the Irish Rover
[Verse 6]
G
We had sailed seven years
C
When the measles broke out
G D
And the ship lost its way in the fog
G
And that whale of a crew
C
Was reduced down to two
G D G
Just myself and the Captain's old dog
G
Then the ship struck a rock
C
Oh Lord what a shock
G D
The bulkhead was turned right over
G
Turned nine times around
Em
And the poor old dog was drowned
G D G
I'm the last of The Irish Rover
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