Autore: Dubliners

Dubliners – Wild Rover

I’ve been a wild rover for many’s the year and I’ve spent all my money on whiskey and beer. But 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, never, no more will I play the wild rover no, never, no more I went into an ale-house I used to frequent and I told the landlady my money was spent. I asked her for credit, she answered me nay, Such “a custom like yours I can have any day Chorus I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright and the landlady’s eyes opened wide with delight. She said I’d have whiskey and wines of the best and the words that she told me were only in jest. Chorus I’ll go home to my parents, confess what I’ve done, and I’ll ask them to pardon their prodigal son. And when they’ve caressed me as oft’ times before then I never will play the wild rover no more Chorus...

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Dubliners – McAlpine’s Fusiliers

(Spoken:) ‘Twas in the year of ‘thirty-nine,When the sky was full of lead When Hitler was heading for Poland and Paddy, for Holyhead. Come all you pincher laddies and you long-distance men Don’t ever work for McAlpine for Wimpey, or John Laing You’ll stand behind a mixer until your skin is turned to tan And they’ll say, Good on you, Paddy with your boat-fare in your hand. Oh, the craic was good in Cricklewood and they wouldn’t leave the Crown With glasses flying and Biddys crying ‘Cause Paddy was going to town. Oh mother dear, I’m over here and I’m never coming back What keeps me here is the reek o’ beer the ladies and the craic. I come from county Kerry the land of eggs and bacon And if you think I’ll eat your fish ‘n’ chips then you’re sadly mistaken. As down the Glen came Mcalpine’s men with their shovels slung behind them. It was in the pub that they drank their sub or down in the spike you’ll find them. We sweated blood and we washed down mud with quarts and pints of beer. But now we’re on the road again with McAlpines Fusiliers. I stripped to the skin with Darky Finn down upon the Isle of Grain, With Horseface Toole I learned the rule, no money if you stop for rain. For McAlpine’s god is...

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Dubliners – Net Hauling Song

Walking all the day near tall towers where falcons build their nests Silver wings they fly, They know the call for freedom in their breasts, Saw Black Head against the sky Where twisted rocks they run down to the sea Living on your western shore, Saw summer sun sets, I asked for more, I stood by your Atlantic Sea, And i sang a song for Ireland Drinking all the day, In old pubs where fiddlers love to play, Saw one touch the bow, He played a reel that seamed so grand and gay, I stood on dingle beach and cast, In wild foam for Atlantic bass, Living on your western shore, Saw summer sunsets, I asked for more, I stood by your Atlantic Sea, And sang a song for Ireland Talking all the day, With true friends who try to make you stay, Telling jokes and news, Singing songs to while the time away, Watched the galway salmon run, Like silver dancing, darting in the sun, living on your western shore, Saw summer sunsets, I asked for more, I stood by your Atlantic Sea, And i sang a song for Ireland Dreaming in the night, I saw a land where no-one had to fight, Waking in your dawn, I saw you crying in the morning light, sleeping where the falcons fly, They twist and turn all in your air-blue...

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Dubliners – I. Doherty’s Reel, II. Down The Broom, III. The Honeymoon Reel

Oh, I won a hero’s name with McAlpine and Costain With Fitz Patrick, Murph Ash and the Wimp’s gang I’ve been often on the road on me way to draw the dole When there’s nothing left to do for Johnny Laing And I used to think that God made the mixer, pick and hod So a Paddy might no hell above the ground I’ve had ganger’s big and tough Tell me tear that hole out rough When you’re building up and tearing England down In a tunnel under ground a young Limerick man was found He was build in to the new Victoria line When the bonus gang had passed sticking from a concrete cast Was the face of little Charlie Joe divine And the ganger man McGurk said big Paddy ate’s the work When the gasmain blew and he flew off the ground Oh they swore heed send down slack I’ll not be there until I’m back Keep on building up and tearing England down I was on the shuttering dam on the day that Jack McCann Got the better of his stammer in a week He fell from the shuttering dam And that poro old stuttering man He was never ever more inclined to speak And I saw old Balls McColl with a big flyover fall Into a concrete mixer spinning round Tough it wasn’t his intent...

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Dubliners – Hand Me Down Me Bible

Oh, I won a hero’s name with McAlpine and Costain With Fitz Patrick, Murph Ash and the Wimp’s gang I’ve been often on the road on me way to draw the dole When there’s nothing left to do for Johnny Laing And I used to think that God made the mixer, pick and hod So a Paddy might no hell above the ground I’ve had ganger’s big and tough Tell me tear that hole out rough When you’re building up and tearing England down In a tunnel under ground a young Limerick man was found He was build in to the new Victoria line When the bonus gang had passed sticking from a concrete cast Was the face of little Charlie Joe divine And the ganger man McGurk said big Paddy ate’s the work When the gasmain blew and he flew off the ground Oh they swore heed send down slack I’ll not be there until I’m back Keep on building up and tearing England down I was on the shuttering dam on the day that Jack McCann Got the better of his stammer in a week He fell from the shuttering dam And that poro old stuttering man He was never ever more inclined to speak And I saw old Balls McColl with a big flyover fall Into a concrete mixer spinning round Tough it wasn’t his intent...

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