Biografía:
The Young Dubliners are a musical group, who have developed a reputation early on for high-energy gigs fueled by musicianship, pints o' bitter, and the thrill of a good Celtic-rock mash-up. Drawing on obvious influences (Waterboys, Pogues, U2), the group began as a musicians' "revolving door" in the early '90s, but finally hit its stride with a stable lineup to back founding singer-guitarist Keith Roberts a few years ago.
A Dublin native and University College Dublin grad (politics/sociology)
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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!
Em D Em D
Lift Mac Cahir Og your face, brooding o'er the old disgrace
Em D G-D-Em
That black Fitzwilliam stormed your place and drove you to the Fern.
Em D Em D
Gray said victory was sure, soon the firebrand he'd secure
Em D G-D-Em
Until he met at Glenmalure, Feach Mac Hugh O'Byrne
Chorus:
G D
Curse and swear, Lord Kildare, Feach will do what Feach will dare
G G-D-Em
Now Fitzwilliam have a care, fallen is your star low
G D
Up with halbert, out with sword, on we go for by the Lord
G G-D-Em
Feach Mac Hugh has given his word: Follow me up to Carlow
From Tassagart ____to Clonmore flows a stream of Saxon Gore
Great is Rory Og O'More at sending loons to Hades.
White is sick and Lane is fled, now for black Fitzwilliams head
We'll send it over, dripping red, to Liza and her ladies
See the swords of Glen Imayle flashing o'er the English Pale
See all the children of the Gael, beneath O'Byrne's banners
Rooster of the fighting stock, would you let an Saxon cock
Crow out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach him manners
Lift Mac Cahir Og your face, brooding o'er the old disgrace
Em D G-D-Em
That black Fitzwilliam stormed your place and drove you to the Fern.
Em D Em D
Gray said victory was sure, soon the firebrand he'd secure
Em D G-D-Em
Until he met at Glenmalure, Feach Mac Hugh O'Byrne
Chorus:
G D
Curse and swear, Lord Kildare, Feach will do what Feach will dare
G G-D-Em
Now Fitzwilliam have a care, fallen is your star low
G D
Up with halbert, out with sword, on we go for by the Lord
G G-D-Em
Feach Mac Hugh has given his word: Follow me up to Carlow
From Tassagart ____to Clonmore flows a stream of Saxon Gore
Great is Rory Og O'More at sending loons to Hades.
White is sick and Lane is fled, now for black Fitzwilliams head
We'll send it over, dripping red, to Liza and her ladies
See the swords of Glen Imayle flashing o'er the English Pale
See all the children of the Gael, beneath O'Byrne's banners
Rooster of the fighting stock, would you let an Saxon cock
Crow out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach him manners
The ???
The-dream
Thedooo
Thee Oh Sees
Thee Silver Mt. (...)
Therapy?
There For Tomorr (...)
Therese Marie Vi (...)
These Kids Wear (...)
They Might Be Gi (...)