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!
McAlpines Fusiliers - the Dubliners
Lyrics: Dominic Behan
Taken from the version on the album Finnegans Wake and videos of Dubliners
performances
Original Key: A
[Verse 1]
A D A E A
All down the glen came McAlpines men with their shovels slung behind them
A D
'Twas in the pub that they drank their sup and up in the spike you'll find them
A D
They sweated blood and they washed down mud with pints and quarts of beer
A D A E A
And now we're on the road again with McAlpine's Fusiliers
[Verse 2]
A D A E A
I stripped to the skin with Darkie Flynn way down upon the Isle of Grain
D
With the horsefaced Toole, 'cos I knew the rule, no money if you stopped for rain.
A D
McAlpine's God was a well filled hod, your shoulders cut to bits and seared,
A D A E A
And woe to he who went to look for tea with McAlpine's Fusiliers
[Verse 3]
A D A E A
I remember the day that Bear O'Shea fell into a concrete stairs.
A D
What Horseface said when he saw him dead well it wasn't what the rich called prayers.
A D
I'm a navvy short was the one retort that reached unto my ears
A D A E A
When the going is rough well you must be tough with McAlpine's Fusiliers
[Instrumental Break]
A D A E A
A D
A D
A D A E A
[Verse 4]
A D A E A
I've worked 'til the sweat has had'n me bet, with Russian, Czech and Pole.
A D
On shuddering jams up at the hydro dams or underneath the Thames in a hole.
A D
I've grabbed it hard and I've got me cards and many a ganger's fist across me ears.
A D A E A
If you pride your life don't join by Christ, with McAlpine's Fusiliers
Lyrics: Dominic Behan
Taken from the version on the album Finnegans Wake and videos of Dubliners
performances
Original Key: A
[Verse 1]
A D A E A
All down the glen came McAlpines men with their shovels slung behind them
A D
'Twas in the pub that they drank their sup and up in the spike you'll find them
A D
They sweated blood and they washed down mud with pints and quarts of beer
A D A E A
And now we're on the road again with McAlpine's Fusiliers
[Verse 2]
A D A E A
I stripped to the skin with Darkie Flynn way down upon the Isle of Grain
D
With the horsefaced Toole, 'cos I knew the rule, no money if you stopped for rain.
A D
McAlpine's God was a well filled hod, your shoulders cut to bits and seared,
A D A E A
And woe to he who went to look for tea with McAlpine's Fusiliers
[Verse 3]
A D A E A
I remember the day that Bear O'Shea fell into a concrete stairs.
A D
What Horseface said when he saw him dead well it wasn't what the rich called prayers.
A D
I'm a navvy short was the one retort that reached unto my ears
A D A E A
When the going is rough well you must be tough with McAlpine's Fusiliers
[Instrumental Break]
A D A E A
A D
A D
A D A E A
[Verse 4]
A D A E A
I've worked 'til the sweat has had'n me bet, with Russian, Czech and Pole.
A D
On shuddering jams up at the hydro dams or underneath the Thames in a hole.
A D
I've grabbed it hard and I've got me cards and many a ganger's fist across me ears.
A D A E A
If you pride your life don't join by Christ, with McAlpine's Fusiliers
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