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!
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[D]There's nothing at all beats[G] a pint of good sto[D]ut
[D]Drink it up men it's [A7]long after [D]ten
At the pub on the crossroads I first went astray
There I drank enough drink for to fill Galway Bay
Going up in the morning I wore out me shoes
Going up to the cross for the best of good booze
Drink it up men it's long after ten
Some folk's o'er the water think bitter is fine
And others the swear by the juice of the vine
But there's nothing that's squeezed from the grape or the hop
Like the black liquidation with the froth on the top
Drink it up men it's long after ten
I've travelled in England, I've travelled in France
At the sound of good music I'll sing or I'll dance
So hear me then mister and pour me one more
If I can't drink it up, then throw me out the door
Drink it up men it's long after ten
It's Guinness's porter that has me this way
For it's sweeter than buttermilk and stronger then tea
And when in the morning I feel kind a rough
Me curse on lord Iveagh who brews the damn stuff
[D]Drink it up [A7]men it's long after t[D]en
[D]Drink it up [A7]men it's long after t[D]en
[D]There's brandy, strong cognac that's [A7]aging for [D]years
[D]But for killing the thirst and f[A7]or easing [D]the gout
[D]There's nothing at all beats[G] a pint of good sto[D]ut
[D]Drink it up men it's [A7]long after [D]ten
At the pub on the crossroads I first went astray
There I drank enough drink for to fill Galway Bay
Going up in the morning I wore out me shoes
Going up to the cross for the best of good booze
Drink it up men it's long after ten
Some folk's o'er the water think bitter is fine
And others the swear by the juice of the vine
But there's nothing that's squeezed from the grape or the hop
Like the black liquidation with the froth on the top
Drink it up men it's long after ten
I've travelled in England, I've travelled in France
At the sound of good music I'll sing or I'll dance
So hear me then mister and pour me one more
If I can't drink it up, then throw me out the door
Drink it up men it's long after ten
It's Guinness's porter that has me this way
For it's sweeter than buttermilk and stronger then tea
And when in the morning I feel kind a rough
Me curse on lord Iveagh who brews the damn stuff
[D]Drink it up [A7]men it's long after t[D]en
[D]Drink it up [A7]men it's long after t[D]en
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