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!
Another Irish tune from back in the day, this song goes
down well at wedding and engagement parties, aaahh wedded bliss,
and The Dubliners givin' away all our secrets.
I really have to find another font to use,
'cause I'm fecked off altogether backspacing, backspacing,
backspacing to get the chords in near the right place.
If you liked it
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DON'T GET MARRIED
Em A Em
Don't get married girl, You'll sign away your life
G D C D Em
You may start off as a woman, But you'll end up as the wife
Em A Em
You could be a Vestal Virgin, Take the veil and be a nun
G D C B7
But don't get married girl, For marraige isn't fun
E Em B7
Oh it's fine when you're romancing, And he plays the lovers part
A E Em B7
You're the roses in his garden, You're the flame that warms his heart
A E A E
And his love will last forever, And he'll promise you the moon
B7 E B7 E
But just wait until you're wedded, Then he'll sing a different tune
A E A E
You're his tapioca pudding, You're the dumplings in his stew
A E Em B7
But he'll soon begin to wonder, What he ever saw in you
A E A E
Sure he takes without complaining, All the dishes you provide
B7 E B7 E
For you see he's got to have, His bit of jam tart, On the side
Em A Em
So don't get married girls, It's very badly paid
G D C D Em
You may start off as the mistress, But you'll end up as the maid
Em A Em
Be a daring deep sea diver, Be a polished polyglot
G D C B7
But don't get married girls, For marriage is a plot
E Em B7
Aarh you seen him in the morning, With a face that looks like death
A E Em B7
With dandruff on his pillow, And tobacco on his breath
A E A E
And he needs some reassurance, With his cup of tea in bed
B7 E B7 E
For he's worried by the mortgage, And the bald patch on his head
A E A E
And he's sure that you're his mother, Lays his head upon your breast
A E Em B7
So you try to boost his ego, Iron his shirt, And warm his vest
A E A E
Then you get him off to work, The mighty hunter is restored
B7 E B7 E
And he leaves you there with nothing, But the dreams you can't afford
Em A Em
So don't get married girls, 'Cause men are all the same
G D C D Em
They'll just use you, When they want you, You'd do better on the game
Em A Em
Be a call girl, Be a stripper, Be a hostess, Be a whore
G D C B7
But don't get married girls, For marriage is a bore
E Em B7
When he comes home in the evening, He can hardly spare a look
A E Em B7
All he says is ''What's for dinner?'', After all you're just the cook
A E A E
But when he takes you to a party, Where he eye's you with a frown
B7 E B7 E
For you know you've got to look your best, You mustn't let him down
A E A E
And he'll clutch you with that look,While 'ere's that twinkle in his eyes
A E Em B7
Like he's entered for a raffle, And he's won you for the prize
A E A E
Ahh but when the partys over, You'll be slogging through the sludge
B7 E B7 E
Half the time a decoration, The other half, A drudge
Em A Em
So don't get married, It'll drive you round the bend
G D C D Em
It's a lane without a turning, It's the end without an end
Em A Em
Take a lover every friday, Take up tennis, Be a nurse
G D C B7
But don't get married girls, For marriage is a curse
A E A E
Then you get him off to work, The mighty hunter is restored
B7 E B7 E
And he leaves you there with nothing, But the dreams you can't afford
down well at wedding and engagement parties, aaahh wedded bliss,
and The Dubliners givin' away all our secrets.
I really have to find another font to use,
'cause I'm fecked off altogether backspacing, backspacing,
backspacing to get the chords in near the right place.
If you liked it
! RATE IT ! flatwound
DON'T GET MARRIED
Em A Em
Don't get married girl, You'll sign away your life
G D C D Em
You may start off as a woman, But you'll end up as the wife
Em A Em
You could be a Vestal Virgin, Take the veil and be a nun
G D C B7
But don't get married girl, For marraige isn't fun
E Em B7
Oh it's fine when you're romancing, And he plays the lovers part
A E Em B7
You're the roses in his garden, You're the flame that warms his heart
A E A E
And his love will last forever, And he'll promise you the moon
B7 E B7 E
But just wait until you're wedded, Then he'll sing a different tune
A E A E
You're his tapioca pudding, You're the dumplings in his stew
A E Em B7
But he'll soon begin to wonder, What he ever saw in you
A E A E
Sure he takes without complaining, All the dishes you provide
B7 E B7 E
For you see he's got to have, His bit of jam tart, On the side
Em A Em
So don't get married girls, It's very badly paid
G D C D Em
You may start off as the mistress, But you'll end up as the maid
Em A Em
Be a daring deep sea diver, Be a polished polyglot
G D C B7
But don't get married girls, For marriage is a plot
E Em B7
Aarh you seen him in the morning, With a face that looks like death
A E Em B7
With dandruff on his pillow, And tobacco on his breath
A E A E
And he needs some reassurance, With his cup of tea in bed
B7 E B7 E
For he's worried by the mortgage, And the bald patch on his head
A E A E
And he's sure that you're his mother, Lays his head upon your breast
A E Em B7
So you try to boost his ego, Iron his shirt, And warm his vest
A E A E
Then you get him off to work, The mighty hunter is restored
B7 E B7 E
And he leaves you there with nothing, But the dreams you can't afford
Em A Em
So don't get married girls, 'Cause men are all the same
G D C D Em
They'll just use you, When they want you, You'd do better on the game
Em A Em
Be a call girl, Be a stripper, Be a hostess, Be a whore
G D C B7
But don't get married girls, For marriage is a bore
E Em B7
When he comes home in the evening, He can hardly spare a look
A E Em B7
All he says is ''What's for dinner?'', After all you're just the cook
A E A E
But when he takes you to a party, Where he eye's you with a frown
B7 E B7 E
For you know you've got to look your best, You mustn't let him down
A E A E
And he'll clutch you with that look,While 'ere's that twinkle in his eyes
A E Em B7
Like he's entered for a raffle, And he's won you for the prize
A E A E
Ahh but when the partys over, You'll be slogging through the sludge
B7 E B7 E
Half the time a decoration, The other half, A drudge
Em A Em
So don't get married, It'll drive you round the bend
G D C D Em
It's a lane without a turning, It's the end without an end
Em A Em
Take a lover every friday, Take up tennis, Be a nurse
G D C B7
But don't get married girls, For marriage is a curse
A E A E
Then you get him off to work, The mighty hunter is restored
B7 E B7 E
And he leaves you there with nothing, But the dreams you can't afford
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