Тексты песен «Dubliners»

In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon, Where many the ructions meself had a hand in. Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade, And all of us thought him a stout Orange blade, On the Twelfth of July as it...

My father was an Ulster man, Proud Protestant was he. My mother was a Catholic girl, From County Cork was She. They were married in Two churches, Lived happily enough, Until the day that I was born And things Got rather...

The Parting Glass Oh all the money that e'er I had, I spent it in good Company. And all the harm that e'er I've done, alas it was to none But me. And all I've done for want of wit to memory now I can't Recall, So come...

And come tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so Hush a bhuachaill, hush and listen and his cheeks were all aglow I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon For the pikes must be together at...

In the merry month of June, from me home I started, Left the girls of Tuam all nearly broken hearted, Saluted father dear, kissed me darlin' mother, Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother, Then off to reap...

Some say love It is a river That drowns the tender reed Some say love It is a razor That leaves the soul to bleed Some say love It is a hunger An endless aching need But I say love It is a flower And you - it's only...

Dear Sir, I write this note to you to tell you of me plight and at the time of writing, I am not a pretty sight; my body is all black and blue, my face a deathly gray and I write this note to say why Paddy's not at work...

In my memory I will always see The town that I have loved so well Where our school played ball by the gasyard wall And we laughed through the smoke and the smell. Going home in the rain running up the dark lane Past the...

I am a freeborn man of the travelling people Got no fixed abode, with nomads I am numbered Country lanes and byways were always my ways I never fancied being lumbered Oh I knew the woods and the resting places And the...

The (G)wind does (C)blow to(D)day, my (D7)love, (C)A few small (G)drops of (D)rain;(D7) (G)Never had I (Bm)had but (Am)one true-(C)love, In (G)cold grave (D)she (D7)is (G)lain. I'll (G)do as (C)much for (D)my...

And if, when all a vigil keep The West's asleep! the West's asleep! Alas! and well may Erin weep That Connacht lies in slumber deep But, hark! a voice like thunder spake The West's awake! the West's awake! Sing, Oh!...

And it's three score and ten boys and men Were lost from Grimsby Town From Yarmouth down to Scarborough Many hundreds more were drowned Their herring craft and their trawlers Their fishing smacks as well Alone they...

O willt thou go wi' me sweet Tibby Dunbar O willt thou go wi' me sweet Tibby Dunbar Wether ride on a horse or been drawn in a cart Or walk by my side sweet Tibby Dunbar I care not thy daddy, his land or his money Thy...

I'll sing you a song of peace and love, Whack fol the diddle all the di do day. To the land that reigns all lands above. Whack fol the diddle all the di do day. May peace and plenty be her share Who kept our homes from...

As I was a goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier Saying "Stand and deliver" for he were a bold...

As I was going over the far famed Kerry Mountains I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced me pistol and then produced me ravior Said: "Stand and deliver" for he was a bold deceiver...

I've been a wild rover for many a year And I spent all my money on whiskey and beer, And now I'm returning with gold in great store And I never will play the wild rover no more. Chorus: And it's no, nay, never, No nay...

Will you come to the bower o'er the free boundless ocean Where stupendous waves roll in thundering motion Where the mermaids are seen and the wild tempest gather To loved Erin the green, the dear land of our fathers...

As I was going over the far famed Kerry Mountains I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting. I first produced my pistol, I then produced my rapier. Said "stand and deliver", for he was a bold deceiver,...

Chorus It's a working man I am, and I've been down under ground And I swear to God if I ever see the sun Or for any lenght of time, I can hold it in my mind I never again will go down underground At the age of sixteen...