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!
A wonderful traditional folk song! I've only heard the Dubliners' cover, here it is!
Capo 5th fret.
[Verse]
C F C Am
As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair,
C F C G
to view the salt waters and take the salt air,
F C
I heard an old fisherman singing a song,
G C G
'Oh take me away boys, me time is not long'.
[Chorus]
C G C
Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumpers,
F C G
no more on the docks I'll be seen.
F C
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip, mates,
G G7 C
and I'll see you some day on Fiddler's Green.
[Verse]
C F C Am
Now Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell,
C F C G
where the fishermen go if they don't go to hell.
F C
Where the skies are all clear and the dolphins do play,
G C G
and the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away.
[Chorus]
C G C
Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumpers,
F C G
no more on the docks I'll be seen.
F C
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip, mates,
G G7 C
and I'll see you some day on Fiddler's Green.
[Verse]
C F C Am
Where the skies are all clear and there's never a gale,
C F C G
and the fish jump on board with one swish of their tail.
F C
Where you lie at your leisure, there's no work to do,
G C G
and the skipper's below making tea for the crew.
[Chorus]
C G C
Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumpers,
F C G
no more on the docks I'll be seen.
F C
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip, mates,
G G7 C
and I'll see you some day on Fiddler's Green.
[Verse]
C F C Am
When you get back on docks and the long trip is through,
C F C G
there's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there, too.
F C
Where the girls are all pretty and the beer it is free,
G C G
and there's bottles of rum growing from every tree.
[Chorus]
C G C
Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumpers,
F C G
no more on the docks I'll be seen.
F C
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip, mates,
G G7 C
and I'll see you some day on Fiddler's Green.
[Verse]
C F C Am
Now I don't want a harp nor a halo, not me,
C F C G
just give me a breeze on a good rolling sea.
F C
I'll play me old squeezebox as we sail along,
G C G
with the wind in the rigging to sing me a song.
[Chorus]
C G C
Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumpers,
F C G
no more on the docks I'll be seen.
F C
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip, mates,
G G7 C
and I'll see you some day on Fiddler's Green.
Capo 5th fret.
[Verse]
C F C Am
As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair,
C F C G
to view the salt waters and take the salt air,
F C
I heard an old fisherman singing a song,
G C G
'Oh take me away boys, me time is not long'.
[Chorus]
C G C
Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumpers,
F C G
no more on the docks I'll be seen.
F C
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip, mates,
G G7 C
and I'll see you some day on Fiddler's Green.
[Verse]
C F C Am
Now Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell,
C F C G
where the fishermen go if they don't go to hell.
F C
Where the skies are all clear and the dolphins do play,
G C G
and the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away.
[Chorus]
C G C
Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumpers,
F C G
no more on the docks I'll be seen.
F C
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip, mates,
G G7 C
and I'll see you some day on Fiddler's Green.
[Verse]
C F C Am
Where the skies are all clear and there's never a gale,
C F C G
and the fish jump on board with one swish of their tail.
F C
Where you lie at your leisure, there's no work to do,
G C G
and the skipper's below making tea for the crew.
[Chorus]
C G C
Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumpers,
F C G
no more on the docks I'll be seen.
F C
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip, mates,
G G7 C
and I'll see you some day on Fiddler's Green.
[Verse]
C F C Am
When you get back on docks and the long trip is through,
C F C G
there's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there, too.
F C
Where the girls are all pretty and the beer it is free,
G C G
and there's bottles of rum growing from every tree.
[Chorus]
C G C
Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumpers,
F C G
no more on the docks I'll be seen.
F C
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip, mates,
G G7 C
and I'll see you some day on Fiddler's Green.
[Verse]
C F C Am
Now I don't want a harp nor a halo, not me,
C F C G
just give me a breeze on a good rolling sea.
F C
I'll play me old squeezebox as we sail along,
G C G
with the wind in the rigging to sing me a song.
[Chorus]
C G C
Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumpers,
F C G
no more on the docks I'll be seen.
F C
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip, mates,
G G7 C
and I'll see you some day on Fiddler's Green.
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