Biografía:
Uma lenda do folk irlandês e um dos fundadores do The Dubliners . Luke Kelly também ficou sendo conhecido como “O Trovador de Dublin”, nome de uma canção composta em sua homenagem.
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Otras canciones:
- Black Velvet Band
- Bunclody
- Come My Little Son
- Dirty Old Town
- Gartan Mothers Lullaby
- Im A Rover
- Jail Of Cluain Meala
- Joe Hill
- Lifeboat Mona
- On Raglan Road
- Raglan Road
- School Days Over
- Scorn Not His Simplicity
- Song For Ireland
- Take Her Up To Monto
- The Auld Triangle
- The Nightingale
- The Scoals Of Herring
- The Sun Is Burning
- The Unquiet Grave
- The 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!
Bunclody
'I use a slow picking pattern when singing Lukes songs'
C G C
Oh were I at the moss house, where the birds do increase,
G C Dm G
At the foot of Mount Leinster or some silent place,
C Dm G
By the streams of Bunclody where all pleasures do meet,
C G C
And all I would ask is one kiss from you sweet.
The streams of Bunclody they flow down so free,
By the streams of Bunclody I'm longing to be,
A drinking strong liquor in the height of my cheer,
Here's a health to Bunclody and the lass I love dear.
The cuckoo she`s a pretty bird, she sings as she flies,
She brings us good tidings, and tells us no lies,
She sucks the young birds' egg for to make her voice clear
And the more she cries cuckoo the summer is near.
Tis why my love left me, as you may understand,
For tis she has a freehold and I have no land,
She has great store of riches, and a large sum of gold,
And everything fitting a house to uphold.
So farewell my dear father and mother adieu
My sister and brother farewell unto you,
I am bound for Americay my fortune to try,
When I think on Bunclody, now I'm ready to die.
'I use a slow picking pattern when singing Lukes songs'
C G C
Oh were I at the moss house, where the birds do increase,
G C Dm G
At the foot of Mount Leinster or some silent place,
C Dm G
By the streams of Bunclody where all pleasures do meet,
C G C
And all I would ask is one kiss from you sweet.
The streams of Bunclody they flow down so free,
By the streams of Bunclody I'm longing to be,
A drinking strong liquor in the height of my cheer,
Here's a health to Bunclody and the lass I love dear.
The cuckoo she`s a pretty bird, she sings as she flies,
She brings us good tidings, and tells us no lies,
She sucks the young birds' egg for to make her voice clear
And the more she cries cuckoo the summer is near.
Tis why my love left me, as you may understand,
For tis she has a freehold and I have no land,
She has great store of riches, and a large sum of gold,
And everything fitting a house to uphold.
So farewell my dear father and mother adieu
My sister and brother farewell unto you,
I am bound for Americay my fortune to try,
When I think on Bunclody, now I'm ready to die.
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