The Irish Rover

The Irish Rover
The Poguesen eta The Dublinersen singlea
Egilea(k)	The Pogues eta The Dubliners
Argitaratze-data	1987
Ezaugarriak
Genero artistikoa	Celtic rock (en)
Deskribapena
Honen parte da	If I Should Fall from Grace with God
Hitzak	MetroLyrics
The Poguesen eta The Dublinersen kronologia

"The Irish Rover" ("Irlandar Ibiltaria") irlandar folk abesti herrikoia da eta itsasontzi bikan , baino ziurrenik izaterik gabea, baten inguruko nondik-norakoak azaltzen dizkigu. Zoritxarrez amaiera zoritxarrekoa du. Abesti honi buruz hainbat eta hainbat musika taldeek egin dituzte beren bertsioak, zenbaitek beren hitzetako aldaketak ere bai.

The Pogues eta The Dubliners irlandar telebistako saio batean "The Irish Rover" abestia abestuz. Hemen ikusgai dago
The Dubliners taldeko kontzertuaren "The Irish Rover" abestiaren bideoa ikusgai

Jatorrizko hitzak

In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and six,

We set sail from the sweet Cobh of Cork

We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks

For the grand City Hall in New York

'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged 'fore and aft

And how the wild winds drove her

She 'stood several blasts, she had twenty-seven masts

And they called her the Irish Rover

There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee

There was Hogan from County Tyrone

There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work

And a man from Westmeath called Malone

There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule

And fighting Bill Tracy from Dover

And your man Mick McCann, from the banks of the Bann

Was the skipper on the Irish Rover

We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags

We had two million barrels of stones

We had three million sides of old blind horses' hides

We had four million barrels of bones

We had five million hogs and six million dogs

And seven million barrels of porter

We had eight million bales of old nanny goats' tails

In the hold of the Irish Rover

We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out

And our ship lost her way in the fog

And the whole of the crew was reduced down to two

'Twas meself and the captain's old dog

Then the ship struck a rock; oh Lord what a shock

The bulkhead was turned right over

We turned nine times around - then the poor old dog was drowned

Now I'm the last of the Irish Rover

The Pogues ft. The Dubliners lyrics

On the Fourth of July, eighteen hundred and six

We set sail from the sweet Cobh of Cork

We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks

For the Grand City Hall in New York

'Twas a wonderful craft

She was rigged fore and aft

And oh, how the wild wind drove her

She stood several blasts

She had twenty seven masts

And they called her The Irish Rover

We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags

We had two million barrels of stone

We had three million sides of old blind horses hides

We had four million barrels of bones

We had five million hogs

And six million dogs

Seven million barrels of porter

We had eight million bails of old nanny-goats' tails

In the hold of the Irish Rover

There was awl Mickey Coote

Who played hard on his flute

When the ladies lined up for a set

He was tootin' with skill

For each sparkling quadrille

Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet

With his smart witty talk

He was cock of the walk

And he rolled the dames under and over

They all knew at a glance

When he took up his stance

That he sailed in The Irish Rover

There was Barney McGee

From the banks of the Lee

There was Hogan from County Tyrone

There was Johnny McGurk

Who was scared stiff of work

And a man from Westmeath called Malone

There was Slugger O'Toole

Who was drunk as a rule

And Fighting Bill Treacy from Dover

And your man, Mick MacCann

From the banks of the Bann

Was the skipper of the Irish Rover

For a sailor it's always a bother in life

It's so lonesome by night and day

That he longs for the shore

And a charming young whore

Who will melt all his troubles away

Oh, the noise and the rout

Swillin' poitin and stout

For him soon the torment's over

Of the love of a maid

He is never afraid

An old salt from the Irish Rover

We had sailed seven years

When the measles broke out

And the ship lost its way in the fog

And that whale of a crew

Was reduced down to two

Just myself and the Captain's old dog

Then the ship struck a rock

Oh Lord what a shock

The bulkhead was turned right over

Turned nine times around

And the poor old dog was drowned

I'm the last of The Irish Rover

Gure jaunaren urtean, mila zortzireun eta sei,

Corkeko Cobh goxotik itsasoratu ginen

Adreilu zama batekin nabigatzen genuen

New Yorkeko City Hall handirantz

'Belaontzi bikaina zen, popatik brankara prestuta zegoen

Eta haizeak nola gidatzen zuen

Hainbat masta bazituen, hogeitazazpi masta zituen

Eta Irlandar Ibiltaria deitzen zuten

Leeko baizadietako Barney McGee zegoen

Tyroneko Hogan zegoen

Johnny McGurk zegoen lanerako beti prest

Eta Westmeathko Malone izeneko gizon bat bazen

Slugger O'Toole zegoen beti bezain mozkor

Eta Dovereko Bill Tracy borrokalaria

Eta zure gizona den Mick McCann, Banneko baizadietakoa

Irlandar Ibiltariko kapitaina zena

Sligoko trapu zahar hoberenez beteriko milioi bat poltsa zituen

Harriz beteriko bi milioi kupel genituen

Zaldi zahar itxuen hiru milioi okel zati gordeta genituen

Hezurrez beteriko lau milioi kupel genituen

Bost milioi urde eta sei milioi txakur

Eta zazpi milioi garagardo kupel

Ahuntz zaharren isatsekin eginiriko zortzi milioi bala genituen

Irilandar Ibiltariaren biltegietan

Zazpi urtetan zehar nabigatu genuean elgorria agertu zenean

Eta gure itsasontzia laino artean galdu zen

Eta tripulazio osoa bi kidetara murriztu zen

Neroni eta kapitainaren txakur zaharra

Orduan itsasuntziak haitz bat jo zuen; Ene jainkoa zer bihotzondokoa

Ontzi-kaskoa eskubiruntz eskoratu zen

Bederatzi alditan bira eman genuen - orduantxe txakur gaixoa ito zen

Eta orain Irlandar Ibiltariaren azkena naiz

The Pogues eta The Dubliners taldeen bertsioa

Uztaileko laugarrenean, mila zortzireun eta seian

Corkeko Cobh gosotik itsasoratu ginen

Adreilu zama batekin nabigatzen genuen

New Yorkeko Grand City Hallerantz

'Belaontzi bikaina zen

Popatik brankara prestatuta zegoen

Eta ene, haizeak nola gidatzen zuen

Hainbat masta bazituen

Hogeitazazpi masta zituen

Eta Irlandar Ibiltaria deitzen zuten

Sligoko trapu zahar hoberenez beteriko milioi bat poltsa genituen

Harriz beteriko bi milioi kupel genituen

Zaldi zahar itxuen hiru milioi okel zati genituen

Hezurrez beteriko lau milioi kupel genituen

Bost milioi urde genituen

Eta sei milioi txakur

Zazpi milioi garagardo kupel

Ahuntz zaharren isatzez eginiriko zortzi milioi makiltxo genituen

Irlandar Ibiltariaren biltegietan

Mickey Coote zaharra zegoen

Bere txistua gogoki joz

Neskak txanda eske lerrokatzen zirenean

Maila handiz jotzen zuen

Koadrila alai bakoitzeko

Dantzariak nahas-mahasean eta apustuak egiten ari ziren bitartean

Bere hitz jario bixiarekin

Leku hartako oilar harroskoa zen

Eta Andereak alde batetara eta bestera txanda aldatzen zituen

Begirada batekin bazekien

Bere jarrera noiz egokitu

Horrek Irlandar Ibiltarian nabigatzen zuen

Barney McGee zegoen

Leeko baizadietakoa

Tyrone Konderriko Hogan zegoen

Johnny McGurk zegoen

Lanerako beti prest

Eta Westmeatheko Malone izenekoa

Slugger O'Toole zegoen

Beti bezain mozkor

Eta Dovereko Bill Treacy Borrokalaria

Eta zure gizona, Mick MacCann

Banneko baizadietakoa

Irlandar Ibiltariaren kapitaina zen

Itsasgizon batentzat bizian beti bada eragozpenen bat

Gau eta egunez hain bakarrik dago

Lur ertz bat irrikatzen duela

Eta emagaldu gazte xarmangarri bat

Bere arazo guztiak desagertuarazi ditzan

Ene, soinua eta galera

Poitin (irlandar pattarra) zikina eta garagardoa

Beregain berehala datorren sufrimenduarentzat

Neska gazte baten maitasunari

Ez dio behin ere beldurrik

Irlandar Ibiltariko piper eta gatza

Zazpi urtez nabigatu genuen

Elgorria agertu zen arte

Eta ontziak bere bidea laino artean galdu zuen

Eta bale horrek tripulazioa

Bira murriztu zuen

Neroni eta Kapitainaren txakur zaharra hain justu

Orduan ontziak haitz bat jo zuen

Ene jainkoa zer bihotzondokoa

Ontzi-kaskoa eskubiruntz eskoratu zen

Bederatzi alditan bira eman genuen

Eta txakur zahar gaixoa bertan ito zen

Ni naiz Irlandar Ibiltariko azkena

Azken aurreko bertsoa "nahiko" lizuna edo desegokia denez ohiko musika bildumetatik hat utzi ohi da.

Bideoak

Kanpo estekak

"The Irish Rover" abestia entzungai. The Dubliners eta The Pogues taldeek elkarrekin eginiriko abestiaren grabaketan.

Datuak: Q46672

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