Biografía:
Formed in 2001, The Duhks (pronounced like "ducks") are a five-piece Canadian folk-rock group. Four of them are from Winnipeg, Manitoba. Their music draws heavily on Celtic traditions, but is also influenced by gospel music, bluegrass, and other North American musical traditions, and uses acoustic instruments with rock and Latin-influenced percussion. In spring 2016, the band announced that they would no longer be touring. They have not released any new music since 2014.
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¡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!
Capo 5
A D A E
Oh hard is the fortune of all womankind
A D A E
They're always controlled, they're always confined
A D A E
Controlled by their parents until they are wives
A D A E
Then slaves to their husbands the rest of their lives
I am a poor girl, my fortune is sad
I've always been courted by the wagoner's lad
He's courted me daily, by night and by day
And now he is loaded and going away
Your parents don't like me because I am poor
They say I'm not worthy of entering your door
I work for my living, my money's my own
And if they don't like me they can leave me alone
Your horses are hungry, go feed them some hay
Come sit down beside me as long as you may
My horses ain't hungry, they won't eat your hay
So fare thee well darling, I'll be on my way
Your wagon needs greasing, your whip is to mend
Come here down beside me as long as you can
My wagon is greasy, my whip's in my hand
So fare thee well darling, I'll no longer stand
*Note: Sounds right to me when I play along with the song. They probably use fancier
chords, but this is easy and works for me.
A D A E
Oh hard is the fortune of all womankind
A D A E
They're always controlled, they're always confined
A D A E
Controlled by their parents until they are wives
A D A E
Then slaves to their husbands the rest of their lives
I am a poor girl, my fortune is sad
I've always been courted by the wagoner's lad
He's courted me daily, by night and by day
And now he is loaded and going away
Your parents don't like me because I am poor
They say I'm not worthy of entering your door
I work for my living, my money's my own
And if they don't like me they can leave me alone
Your horses are hungry, go feed them some hay
Come sit down beside me as long as you may
My horses ain't hungry, they won't eat your hay
So fare thee well darling, I'll be on my way
Your wagon needs greasing, your whip is to mend
Come here down beside me as long as you can
My wagon is greasy, my whip's in my hand
So fare thee well darling, I'll no longer stand
*Note: Sounds right to me when I play along with the song. They probably use fancier
chords, but this is easy and works for me.
The Dummies (UK)
The Dunne Family
The Dunts (UK)
The Dunwells
The Duprees