Biografia:
The Dubliners é um grupo musical de música folk (popular) irlandesa. Se originaram como banda em 1962, na capital da Irlanda, Dublin. Seus membros originais foram: Ronnie Drew (voz, guitarras), Luke Kelly (voz, banjo, guitarra), Barney McKenna (banjo), Ciaran Bourke (flauta irlandesa, gaita, guitarra, voz) e John Sheahan (violino).
Originalmente o grupo se chamava "The Ronnie Drew Group", porém trocaram o nome para The Dubliners devido a novela de James Joyce ("Dubliners") que Luke Kelley estava lendo na época.
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Outras músicas:
- 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
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!
[Intro]
C F C G
[Verse 1]
C G C
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Am G
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
C F C
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
G C
And all of us thought him a stout Orange blade,
Em F
On the Twelfth of July as it yearly did come,
C G7
Bob played with his flute to the sound of a drum.
C F C
You may talk of your harp, your piano or lute,
G C
But none can compare with the Old Orange Flute.
[Verse 2]
C G C
Bob, the deceiver, he took us all in;
Am G
He married a Papist named Bridget McGinn.
C F C
Turned Papist himself and forsook the old cause
G C
That gave us our freedom, religion and laws.
Em F
Now, boys of the townland made some noise upon it,
C G7
And Bob had to fly to the province of Connaught.
C F C
He fled with his wife and his fixings to boot,
G C
And along with the latter his Old Orange Flute.
[Verse 3]
C G C
At the chapel on Sunday to atone for past deeds,
Am G
He'd say Pater and Aves and counted his brown beads.
C F C
'Til after some time, at the priest's own desire
G C
He went with that old flute to play in the choir.
Em F
He went with that old flute for to play for the Mass,
C G7
But the instrument shivered and sighed, oh, alas,
C F C
And try though he would, though it made a great noise,
G C
The flute would play only "The Protestant Boys."
[Verse 4]
C G C
Bob jumped and he stared and got in a flutter
Am G
And threw the old flute in the blessed holy water.
C F C
He thought that this charm would bring some other Sound;
G C
When he tried it again, it played "Croppies Lie Down."
Em F
Now, for all he could whistle and finger and blow,
C G7
To play Papish music he found it no go.
C F C
"Kick the Pope" and "The Boyne Water" it freely would Sound,
G C
But one Papish squeak in it couldn't be found.
[Verse 5]
C G C
At the council of priests that was held the next day
Am G
They decided to banish the old flute away.
C F C
They couldn't knock heresy out of it's head,
G C
So they bought Bob a new one to play in it's stead.
Em F
Now, the old flute was doomed, and its fate was pathetic
C G7
'Twas fastened and burned at the stake as a heretic.
C F C
As the flames soared around it, they heard a strange Noise;
G C
'Twas the old flute still whistling "The Protestant Boys."
[Outro]
F C
"Toora lu, toora lay,
G C
Oh, it's six miles from Bangor to Donnahadee."
C F C G
[Verse 1]
C G C
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Am G
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
C F C
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
G C
And all of us thought him a stout Orange blade,
Em F
On the Twelfth of July as it yearly did come,
C G7
Bob played with his flute to the sound of a drum.
C F C
You may talk of your harp, your piano or lute,
G C
But none can compare with the Old Orange Flute.
[Verse 2]
C G C
Bob, the deceiver, he took us all in;
Am G
He married a Papist named Bridget McGinn.
C F C
Turned Papist himself and forsook the old cause
G C
That gave us our freedom, religion and laws.
Em F
Now, boys of the townland made some noise upon it,
C G7
And Bob had to fly to the province of Connaught.
C F C
He fled with his wife and his fixings to boot,
G C
And along with the latter his Old Orange Flute.
[Verse 3]
C G C
At the chapel on Sunday to atone for past deeds,
Am G
He'd say Pater and Aves and counted his brown beads.
C F C
'Til after some time, at the priest's own desire
G C
He went with that old flute to play in the choir.
Em F
He went with that old flute for to play for the Mass,
C G7
But the instrument shivered and sighed, oh, alas,
C F C
And try though he would, though it made a great noise,
G C
The flute would play only "The Protestant Boys."
[Verse 4]
C G C
Bob jumped and he stared and got in a flutter
Am G
And threw the old flute in the blessed holy water.
C F C
He thought that this charm would bring some other Sound;
G C
When he tried it again, it played "Croppies Lie Down."
Em F
Now, for all he could whistle and finger and blow,
C G7
To play Papish music he found it no go.
C F C
"Kick the Pope" and "The Boyne Water" it freely would Sound,
G C
But one Papish squeak in it couldn't be found.
[Verse 5]
C G C
At the council of priests that was held the next day
Am G
They decided to banish the old flute away.
C F C
They couldn't knock heresy out of it's head,
G C
So they bought Bob a new one to play in it's stead.
Em F
Now, the old flute was doomed, and its fate was pathetic
C G7
'Twas fastened and burned at the stake as a heretic.
C F C
As the flames soared around it, they heard a strange Noise;
G C
'Twas the old flute still whistling "The Protestant Boys."
[Outro]
F C
"Toora lu, toora lay,
G C
Oh, it's six miles from Bangor to Donnahadee."
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