Biografia:
The Dubliners are an Irish folk band founded in 1962.
Band members:
* Ronnie Drew (1962-1974; 1979-1995; 2002) Vocals, Guitar
* Luke Kelly (1962-1984) Vocals, Banjo
* Ciaran Bourke (1962-1974) Vocals, Guitar, Tin Whistle, Harmonica
* Barney McKenna (1962-) Irish Tenor Banjo, Mandolin, melodeon, Vocals
* John Sheahan (1964-) Fiddle, Mandolin, Tin Whistle, Concertina
* Bobby Lynch (1964-1965) Vocals, Guitar
* Jim McCann (1974-1979) Vocals, Guitar
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Outras músicas:
- A Comical Genius
- A Pub With No Beer
- All For Me Grog
- Back In Durham Jail
- Black Velvet Band
- Come And Join The British Army
- Darby O'leary
- Dicey Riley
- Don't Give Up Till It's Over
- Donegal Danny
- Fiddlers Green
- Fields Of Athenry
- Finnegan's Wake
- Hand Me Down My Bible
- Home Boys Home
- Hot Asphalt
- I Loved The Ground She Walked Upon
- I Wish I Had Someone To Love Me
- If Ever You Go To Dublin Town
- Johnny Mcgory
- Kelly The Boy From Killane
- Lowland Of Holland
- Maids When You're Young
- Mcalpines Fusiliers
- Monto
- Night Visiting Song
- On Raglan Road
- Peggy Lettermore
- Rare Old Mountain Dew
- Rare Old Times
- Rocky Road To Dublin
- Roddy Mccorley
- School Days Over
- Scorn Not His Simplicity
- Seven Drunken Nights
- Song For Ireland
- Spanish Lady
- Take It Down From The Mast
- The Auld Triangle
- The Banks Of The Roses
- The Foggy Due
- The Holy Ground
- The Molly Maguires
- The Town I Loved So Well
- The Wild Rover
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
It [G] is xxxxxx xxxx xxxx xxxx [Am] kindred xxx xxx
In xxx [D] bushland xx xxxxx xxxx xxx xxxxxxxxx [G] call
It [G] is xxx xx xxx xxx xxxxx xxx xxxx [Am] breakers xxxx
Or xx [D] look xx x xxxxx xxx xxxxxxxxxxx [G] doom
But [G] there's xxxxxxx xx xxxxx xxxx xx [Am] lonely xxx xxxxx
As xx [D] stand xx xxx xxx xx x [Am] pub xxxxxxx [G] beer
Madam with her needles sits still by the door
The boss smokes in silence - he is joking no more
There's a faraway look on the face of the hum
While the barmaid glares down at the paint of her thumb
Once it stood by the wayside all stately and proud
Twas a home to the loafers - a joy to the crowd
Now all silent the roof-tree that oftentimes rang
When the navvies were paid and the cane-cutters sang
Some are sleeping their last in the land far from here
And I feel all alone in a pub without beer
They can hang to their coupons for sugar and tea
And the shortage of sandshoes does not worry me
And though benzine and razors be both frozen stiff
What is wrong with the horse and the old-fashioned ziff
Mid the worries of war there's but one thing I fear
Tis to stand in the bar of a pub without beer
Oh you brew of brown barley what charm is thine
Neath thy spell men grow happy and cease to repine
The cowards become brave and the weak become strong
The dour and the grumpy burst forth into song
If there's aught to resemble high heaven down here
Tis the place of joy where they ladle out beer
Duda Beat
Due Di Picche
Duelo
Duffy
Duke Dumont