Biografía:
Tras esa imagen de entrañables abuelos barbudos está la formación más legendaria de la música irlandesa. Desde que, inspirados por la novela de Joyce, asumieran su nombre artístico, los Dubliners han dado forma a una carrera basada tanto en sus arcanas tonadas populares de inmigrantes y trabajadores como en esa reputación de crápulas santos bebedores que les acompaña desde que irrumpieron en 1967 con ‘Seven drunken nights’ (Siete noche ebrias), éxito censurado en su país que les proyectó incluso al mundo del rock.
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Otras canciones:
- 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
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
For Nolan's Irish Session Players
G G G D
In a neat little town they call Belfast, apprenticed to trade I was bound
G Em C D G
And many's the hour of sweet happiness, I spent in that neat little town
G G G D
Till sad misfortune came over me, which caused me to stray from the land
G Em C D G
Far away from me friends and relations, betrayed by the black velvet band
G G G D
Her eyes they shone like diamonds, I thought her the queen of the land
G Em C D G
And her hair it hung over her shoulder, tied up with a black velvet band
G G G D
I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid, and a gentleman passing us by
G Em C D G
I knew she meant the undoing of me, by the look in her roguish black eye
G G G D
A gold watch she took from his pocket, and she placed it right into me hand
G Em C D G
And the very first thing that I thought was, bad luck to the black velvet band
G G G D
Her eyes they shone like diamonds, I thought her the queen of the land
G Em C D G
And her hair it hung over her shoulder, tied up with a black velvet band
G G G D
Now before a judge and a jury, next morning I had to appear
G Em C D G
Oh the judge he said to me "Young man, your case is proven clear
G G G D
We'll give you seven years' penal servitude, to be spent far away from the land.
G Em C D G
Far away from your friends and relations, betrayed by the black velvet band
G G G D
Her eyes they shone like diamonds, I thought her the queen of the land
G Em C D G
And her hair it hung over her shoulder, tied up with a black velvet band
G G G D
So come all ye jolly young fellows, and a warning take by me
G Em C D G
For when you are out on the town me lads, beware of them pretty colleens
G G G D
For they'll feed you with strong ale "More Yeah", until you are unable to stand
G Em C D G
And the very next thing that you know me lads, is you've landed in Van Diemen's Land
G G G D
Her eyes they shone like diamonds, I thought her the queen of the land
G Em C D G
And her hair it hung over her shoulder, tied up with a black velvet band
G G G D
Her eyes they shone like diamonds, I thought her the queen of the land
G Em C D G
And her hair it hung over her shoulder, tied up with a black velvet band
G G G D
In a neat little town they call Belfast, apprenticed to trade I was bound
G Em C D G
And many's the hour of sweet happiness, I spent in that neat little town
G G G D
Till sad misfortune came over me, which caused me to stray from the land
G Em C D G
Far away from me friends and relations, betrayed by the black velvet band
G G G D
Her eyes they shone like diamonds, I thought her the queen of the land
G Em C D G
And her hair it hung over her shoulder, tied up with a black velvet band
G G G D
I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid, and a gentleman passing us by
G Em C D G
I knew she meant the undoing of me, by the look in her roguish black eye
G G G D
A gold watch she took from his pocket, and she placed it right into me hand
G Em C D G
And the very first thing that I thought was, bad luck to the black velvet band
G G G D
Her eyes they shone like diamonds, I thought her the queen of the land
G Em C D G
And her hair it hung over her shoulder, tied up with a black velvet band
G G G D
Now before a judge and a jury, next morning I had to appear
G Em C D G
Oh the judge he said to me "Young man, your case is proven clear
G G G D
We'll give you seven years' penal servitude, to be spent far away from the land.
G Em C D G
Far away from your friends and relations, betrayed by the black velvet band
G G G D
Her eyes they shone like diamonds, I thought her the queen of the land
G Em C D G
And her hair it hung over her shoulder, tied up with a black velvet band
G G G D
So come all ye jolly young fellows, and a warning take by me
G Em C D G
For when you are out on the town me lads, beware of them pretty colleens
G G G D
For they'll feed you with strong ale "More Yeah", until you are unable to stand
G Em C D G
And the very next thing that you know me lads, is you've landed in Van Diemen's Land
G G G D
Her eyes they shone like diamonds, I thought her the queen of the land
G Em C D G
And her hair it hung over her shoulder, tied up with a black velvet band
G G G D
Her eyes they shone like diamonds, I thought her the queen of the land
G Em C D G
And her hair it hung over her shoulder, tied up with a black velvet band
The Eames Era
The Earls
The Eden Project
The Elected
The Elegants
The Felice Broth (...)
The Films
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The Five Satins