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!
Darby O'Leary
The Dubliners
By Marcel Veltman.
After six months of frantically learning the basic guitar chords, this was actually the
first song of which I found the notes all by myself. To recite it convincingly, take a
mouthfull of whiskey, gargle and then swallow it. This will bring your voice up to pitch,
though it may also cause you to lose the thread of this lengthy story.
Am C F
One evening of late as I happened to stray
C G
To the county Tipperary I straight took my way
Am C F
To dig for patatoes and work by the day
C G Am
For a farmer called Darby O'Leary
Am C
I asked him how far we were bound for to go
F C G
The night being dark and a cold wind did blow
Am C F
I was hungry and tired and me spirits were low
C G Am
For I got neither whiskey nor water
The dirty old miser he mounted his steed
To the Gull Belly Mountains he rode in great speed
I followed behind til my poor feet did bleed
And we stopped when his old horse was weary
When we came to his cottage I entered it first
It looked like a kennel or ruined old church
And I says to meself I am left in the lurch
In the house of old Darby O'Leary
I well recollect it was Michael mess night
To a hearty good supper he did me invite
A cup of sour milk that was more green then white
And it gave me a threatening disorder
The wet old patatoes would poison the cats
And the barn where me bed stood was sworn with rats
And the flees would have frightened the fearless Saint Pat
Who banished the snakes over the border
He worked me by day and he worked me by night
While he held an old candle to give me some light
I wished his patatoes would die of the blight
And himself would go off with the fairies
't Was on this old miser I looked with a frown
When the straw was brought in for to make me shake down
And I wished that I'd never seen him nor his town
Or the sky over Darby O'Leary
I worked in Kilconnal, I've worked in Kilmore
I've worked in Knockannie and Shanbalamore
And Pallas and Nigger and Salahatmore
With farmers so decent and cheery
I've worked in Tipperary, the rag in Rossgren
At the mount of Kilfacel, the bridge of Aleen
Such woefull starvation I never yet seen
As I got from old Darby O'Leary
The Dubliners
By Marcel Veltman.
After six months of frantically learning the basic guitar chords, this was actually the
first song of which I found the notes all by myself. To recite it convincingly, take a
mouthfull of whiskey, gargle and then swallow it. This will bring your voice up to pitch,
though it may also cause you to lose the thread of this lengthy story.
Am C F
One evening of late as I happened to stray
C G
To the county Tipperary I straight took my way
Am C F
To dig for patatoes and work by the day
C G Am
For a farmer called Darby O'Leary
Am C
I asked him how far we were bound for to go
F C G
The night being dark and a cold wind did blow
Am C F
I was hungry and tired and me spirits were low
C G Am
For I got neither whiskey nor water
The dirty old miser he mounted his steed
To the Gull Belly Mountains he rode in great speed
I followed behind til my poor feet did bleed
And we stopped when his old horse was weary
When we came to his cottage I entered it first
It looked like a kennel or ruined old church
And I says to meself I am left in the lurch
In the house of old Darby O'Leary
I well recollect it was Michael mess night
To a hearty good supper he did me invite
A cup of sour milk that was more green then white
And it gave me a threatening disorder
The wet old patatoes would poison the cats
And the barn where me bed stood was sworn with rats
And the flees would have frightened the fearless Saint Pat
Who banished the snakes over the border
He worked me by day and he worked me by night
While he held an old candle to give me some light
I wished his patatoes would die of the blight
And himself would go off with the fairies
't Was on this old miser I looked with a frown
When the straw was brought in for to make me shake down
And I wished that I'd never seen him nor his town
Or the sky over Darby O'Leary
I worked in Kilconnal, I've worked in Kilmore
I've worked in Knockannie and Shanbalamore
And Pallas and Nigger and Salahatmore
With farmers so decent and cheery
I've worked in Tipperary, the rag in Rossgren
At the mount of Kilfacel, the bridge of Aleen
Such woefull starvation I never yet seen
As I got from old Darby O'Leary
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