Biografía:
A popular and long-running Canadian-Irish folk group that saw their beginning in the 1960s, The Irish Rovers are particularly well-known for their hit recording of Shel Silverstein's "The Unicorn," although a great many more of their characteristically happy and oft-comical songs remain well-known to this day. In 2010, the band celebrated 45 years as recording artists, with their latest CD, "Gracehill Fair" and filming the DVD/television special "Home in Ireland", shot entirely on-location, throughout the northwest coast of Ireland.
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Otras canciones:
- All On St Patricks Day
- Black Velvet Band
- Christmas In Killarney
- Dear Little Shamrock Shore
- Drunken Sailor
- Fuck You Im Drunk
- Good King Wenceslas
- Grandma Runover Reindeer
- Heres To The Horses
- I Am Lord Of The Dance
- Mrs Crandalls Boarding House
- Pennywhistle Peddler
- Pigs Cant Swim
- Star Of The County Down
- Sweet Anne
- The Dublin Pub Crawl
- The Irish Rover
- The Jolly Roving Tar
- The Orange And The Green
- The Rake
- The Scotsman
- The Tinker
- The Unicorn
- The Wind That Shakes The Corn
- Up Among The Heather
- Waltzing Matilda
- Wasnt That A Party
- We Wish You A Merry Christmas
- Whiskey On A Sunday
- Wild Rover
- Winkin Blinkin And Nod
¡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!
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I sat within the valley green
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I sat with my true love
F C
My sad heart had to choose between
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Old Ireland and my love
C F C
I looked at her and then I thought
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How Ireland was torn
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While soft the wind blew down the glen
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And shook the golden corn
T'was hard the woeful words to bring
To break the ties that bound
But harder still to bear the shame
Of English chains around
And so I said, the mountain glen
I'll seek in early morn
And join the brave united men
While soft wind shook the corn
While sad I kissed away her tears
My fond arms round her clung
A British shot burst in our ears
From out of the wild woods round
One bullet pierced my true love's side
A rose pierced by a thorn
And in my arms in blood she died
While soft wind shook the corn
So blood for blood without remorse
I've taken in the glen
I placed my true love's clayful corpse
I joined true Irish men
But around her grave I wander drear
Sometimes in early morn
And with breaking heart sometimes I hear
The wind that shakes the corn
I sat within the valley green
G C
I sat with my true love
F C
My sad heart had to choose between
F
Old Ireland and my love
C F C
I looked at her and then I thought
F
How Ireland was torn
C F
While soft the wind blew down the glen
G C
And shook the golden corn
T'was hard the woeful words to bring
To break the ties that bound
But harder still to bear the shame
Of English chains around
And so I said, the mountain glen
I'll seek in early morn
And join the brave united men
While soft wind shook the corn
While sad I kissed away her tears
My fond arms round her clung
A British shot burst in our ears
From out of the wild woods round
One bullet pierced my true love's side
A rose pierced by a thorn
And in my arms in blood she died
While soft wind shook the corn
So blood for blood without remorse
I've taken in the glen
I placed my true love's clayful corpse
I joined true Irish men
But around her grave I wander drear
Sometimes in early morn
And with breaking heart sometimes I hear
The wind that shakes the corn
The Islingtons
The Israelites
The Iveys
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The J. Geils Ban (...)