Biografía:
Uma lenda do folk irlandês e um dos fundadores do The Dubliners . Luke Kelly também ficou sendo conhecido como “O Trovador de Dublin”, nome de uma canção composta em sua homenagem.
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Otras canciones:
- Black Velvet Band
- Bunclody
- Come My Little Son
- Dirty Old Town
- Gartan Mothers Lullaby
- Im A Rover
- Jail Of Cluain Meala
- Joe Hill
- Lifeboat Mona
- On Raglan Road
- Raglan Road
- School Days Over
- Scorn Not His Simplicity
- Song For Ireland
- Take Her Up To Monto
- The Auld Triangle
- The Nightingale
- The Scoals Of Herring
- The Sun Is Burning
- The Unquiet Grave
- The 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!
F B F
I'm a a rover and seldom sober
C
I'm a rover, o' high degree;
F C
It's when I'm drinking, I'm always thinking
F C F
How to gain my love's company.
Though the nicht be dark as dungeon
No' a star to be seen above,
I will be guided without a stumble
Into the airms o' my ain true love.
He steppit up to her bedroom window,
Kneelin' gently upon a stone;
He rappit at her bedroom-window
"Darlin' dear, do you lie alone?"
She raised her heid on her snaw-white pillow
Wi' her arms aboot her breast,
"Wha' is that at my bedroom window
Disturbin' me at my lang night's rest?"
"It's only me, your ain true lover,
Open the door and let me in.
For I hae come on a lang journey,
And I'm near drenched to the skin."
She opened the door wi' the greatest pleasure,
She opened the door and let him in,
They baith shook hands and embraced each other
Until the mornin' they lay as one.
The cocks were crawin', the birds were whistlin'
The burns they ran free abune the brae;
"Remember, lass, I'm a ploughman laddie
And the fairmer I must obey."
"Noo, my lass, I must gang and leave thee
And though the hills they are high above,
I will climb thrm wi' greater pleasure
Since I been in the airms o' my love.
I'm a a rover and seldom sober
C
I'm a rover, o' high degree;
F C
It's when I'm drinking, I'm always thinking
F C F
How to gain my love's company.
Though the nicht be dark as dungeon
No' a star to be seen above,
I will be guided without a stumble
Into the airms o' my ain true love.
He steppit up to her bedroom window,
Kneelin' gently upon a stone;
He rappit at her bedroom-window
"Darlin' dear, do you lie alone?"
She raised her heid on her snaw-white pillow
Wi' her arms aboot her breast,
"Wha' is that at my bedroom window
Disturbin' me at my lang night's rest?"
"It's only me, your ain true lover,
Open the door and let me in.
For I hae come on a lang journey,
And I'm near drenched to the skin."
She opened the door wi' the greatest pleasure,
She opened the door and let him in,
They baith shook hands and embraced each other
Until the mornin' they lay as one.
The cocks were crawin', the birds were whistlin'
The burns they ran free abune the brae;
"Remember, lass, I'm a ploughman laddie
And the fairmer I must obey."
"Noo, my lass, I must gang and leave thee
And though the hills they are high above,
I will climb thrm wi' greater pleasure
Since I been in the airms o' my love.
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