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!
The Maid of Sweet Brown Knowe
Traditional Irish Song
As performed by The Dubliners
D G A7 D
Come all you lads and lassies and listen to me a while
D Bm G A7
I'll sing to you a verse or two that's sure to make you smile
D Bm G A7
Concerning a young man I am going to tell you now
D G A7 D
Who has lately come a courting the maid of the Sweet Brown Knowe.
D G A7 D
This young man says "My pretty maid, will you come along with me?
D Bm G A7
We'll both fly off together and happy we will be
D Bm G A7
We'll join our hands in wedlock bands as I'm speaking with ya now
D G A7 D
And I'll do me best endeavour for the maid of the Sweet Brown Knowe."
D G A7 D
This fair and fickle young thing she knew not what to say
D Bm G A7
Her eyes did shine like diamonds bright and merrily did play
D Bm G A7
She says "Young man, your love subdue, for I'm not ready now
D G A7 D
And I'll spend another season at the foot of the Sweet Brown Knowe."
D G A7 D
The young man said "My pretty maid, how can you answer so?
D Bm G A7
See down in yonder valley where my crops do gently grow
D Bm G A7
Down in yonder valley I have horses, men and plough
D G A7 D
And they're at their daily labor for the maid of the Sweet Brown Knowe."
D G A7 D
"If they're at their daily labor, kind sir, 'tis not for me
D Bm G A7
I've heard of your behavior, I have indeed", says she
D Bm G A7
"There is an inn where you call in and I've heard the people say
D G A7
That you rap and you call and you pay for all and come home at the break of
D
day."
D G A7 D
"If I rap and I call and I pay for all, me money is all me own
D Bm G A7
I'll never spend your fortune for I hear that you've got none
D Bm G A7
You thought you had me poor heart won by meeting with ya now
D G A7 D
But I'll leave ya where I found ya at the foot of the Sweet Brown Knowe."
Traditional Irish Song
As performed by The Dubliners
D G A7 D
Come all you lads and lassies and listen to me a while
D Bm G A7
I'll sing to you a verse or two that's sure to make you smile
D Bm G A7
Concerning a young man I am going to tell you now
D G A7 D
Who has lately come a courting the maid of the Sweet Brown Knowe.
D G A7 D
This young man says "My pretty maid, will you come along with me?
D Bm G A7
We'll both fly off together and happy we will be
D Bm G A7
We'll join our hands in wedlock bands as I'm speaking with ya now
D G A7 D
And I'll do me best endeavour for the maid of the Sweet Brown Knowe."
D G A7 D
This fair and fickle young thing she knew not what to say
D Bm G A7
Her eyes did shine like diamonds bright and merrily did play
D Bm G A7
She says "Young man, your love subdue, for I'm not ready now
D G A7 D
And I'll spend another season at the foot of the Sweet Brown Knowe."
D G A7 D
The young man said "My pretty maid, how can you answer so?
D Bm G A7
See down in yonder valley where my crops do gently grow
D Bm G A7
Down in yonder valley I have horses, men and plough
D G A7 D
And they're at their daily labor for the maid of the Sweet Brown Knowe."
D G A7 D
"If they're at their daily labor, kind sir, 'tis not for me
D Bm G A7
I've heard of your behavior, I have indeed", says she
D Bm G A7
"There is an inn where you call in and I've heard the people say
D G A7
That you rap and you call and you pay for all and come home at the break of
D
day."
D G A7 D
"If I rap and I call and I pay for all, me money is all me own
D Bm G A7
I'll never spend your fortune for I hear that you've got none
D Bm G A7
You thought you had me poor heart won by meeting with ya now
D G A7 D
But I'll leave ya where I found ya at the foot of the Sweet Brown Knowe."
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