Biografia:
A popular and long-running Canadian-Irish folk group that saw their beginning in the 1960s, The Irish Rovers are particularly well-known for their hit recording of Shel Silverstein's "The Unicorn," although a great many more of their characteristically happy and oft-comical songs remain well-known to this day. In 2010, the band celebrated 45 years as recording artists, with their latest CD, "Gracehill Fair" and filming the DVD/television special "Home in Ireland", shot entirely on-location, throughout the northwest coast of Ireland.
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Outras músicas:
- All On St Patricks Day
- Black Velvet Band
- Christmas In Killarney
- Dear Little Shamrock Shore
- Drunken Sailor
- Fuck You Im Drunk
- Good King Wenceslas
- Grandma Runover Reindeer
- Heres To The Horses
- I Am Lord Of The Dance
- Mrs Crandalls Boarding House
- Pennywhistle Peddler
- Pigs Cant Swim
- Star Of The County Down
- Sweet Anne
- The Dublin Pub Crawl
- The Irish Rover
- The Jolly Roving Tar
- The Orange And The Green
- The Rake
- The Scotsman
- The Tinker
- The Unicorn
- The Wind That Shakes The Corn
- Up Among The Heather
- Waltzing Matilda
- Wasnt That A Party
- We Wish You A Merry Christmas
- Whiskey On A Sunday
- Wild Rover
- Winkin Blinkin And Nod
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!
Chorus:
F# B E A
Come day go day, wishing in me heart it was Sunday
F# B E A
Drinkin' buttermilk thru the week, Whiskey on a Sunday
A B
He sits on the corner, of 'ol beggars bush,
E A
On top of an old packing crate
B
He has three wooden dolls that can dance and can sing
E A
And he croons with a smile on his face
Chorus
F# B E A
Come day go day, wishing in me heart it was Sunday
F# B E A
Drinkin' buttermilk thru the week, Whiskey on a Sunday
A B
His tired old hands, tug away at the strings
E A
And the puppets they dance up and down
B
A far better show than you ever would see
E A
In the fanciest theatre in town
Chorus:
F# B E A
Come day go day, wishing in me heart it was Sunday
F# B E A
Drinkin' buttermilk thru the week, Whiskey on a Sunday
A B
I'm sad to relate that old Seth Davy died,
E A
In Nineteen Hundred and Four
B
The three wooden dolls in the dustbin were laid
E A
His song will be heard nevermore
Chorus:
F# B E A
Come day go day, wishing in me heart it was Sunday
F# B E A
Drinkin' buttermilk thru the week, Whiskey on a Sunday
B
And some stormy night, when your passing that way
E A
And the wind's blowing up from the sea
B
You'll still hear the song of old Seth Davy
E A
As he croons to his dancing dolls three
Chorus: (Repeat and end )
F# B E A
Come day go day, wishing in me heart it was Sunday
F# B E A
Drinkin' buttermilk thru the week, Whiskey on a Sunday
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