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Thursday, March 17, 2011

Happy St Patrick's Day!

Dubliners

(lyrics by David McDonagH)
Oh, Dublin you're my city (Dubliners song)
I'm proud to call you mine
Divided by the Liffey's greasy slime
No matter who I love and woo at home or over sea
My heart prefers those Dubliners like me

Dublin men and women are the salt of all the earth
Fiercely true and loyal to the town that gave them birth
A Dublin man spends all his life making friends
With black porter each evening at eight
When they sound his death knell his last prayer is to dwell
By Saint James' pearly gate

Oh, Dublin you're my city
I'm proud to call you mine
Divided by the Liffey's greasy slime
No matter who I love and woo at home or over sea
My heart prefers those Dubliners like me

Dublin is to Dubliners a dear ould dirty town
It's getting dearer every year and hard to earn a pound
And as for the Liffey that gash through the city
It's thicker than treacle or chalk
It will soon be so grim that instead of a swim
They'll be holding the Liffey walk

Thugs and drugs and muggings are the order of the day
The headlines yell: "We've gone to hell it's time crime didn't pay"
The gangs and the police meet nightly on Foley Street
Bleeding their way through the news
It's become quite a scene the new show on our screen
Will be Sean McDermott Street blues

Oh, Dublin you're my city
I'm proud to call you mine
Divided by the Liffey's greasy slime
No matter who I love and woo at home or over sea
My heart prefers those Dubliners like me

Even though we've troubles we can always find a smile
A 'Dub' will wear a certain air I think you'd call it style
Those Guinness streaked faces from the Phoenix Park races
Cheer up the grey streets with their jibes
Though most landmarks are gone, the rich pagent lives on
And Molly Malone still survives

Oh, Dublin you're my city
I'm proud to call you mine
Divided by the Liffey's greasy slime
No matter who I love and woo at home or over sea
My heart prefers those Dubliners like me

Oh, Dublin you're my city
I'm proud to call you mine
Divided by the Liffey's greasy slime
No matter who I love and woo at home or over sea
My heart prefers those Dubliners like me

1 comment:

Vicent said...

Oh! Dublin, tu ets la meua ciutat.
Els que esteu enamorats de l'Irlanda, i en conec alguns, no ets tu a soles, us agrada la història i veieu que la història es repeteix en cada poble, en cada ciutat i en cada casa, diria jo, però per a vosaltres i per a tots, jo inclòs, la nostra pàtria no correspon a un terreny ni a un país, en el meu cas són les meues llengües i et diré més: un 60% el castellà un 45% el català, la llengua de mon pare, i un 5% el francès, llengua que em connecta amb l'altre, que és la que vaig estudiar a l'escola.
No sé anglès, i només he pogut traduir la primera frase, però com que estimes Irlanda sé que és la teua pàtria.

Un fort petó de Vicent i una abraçada gran des de València de Vicent.