Interpretation von: the High kings
Basisaccord: G-Dur
Hauptinterpret: Jürgen
Gitarre Intro
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Raised on songs and stories, heroes of reknown, ah, the passing tales and glories that once was Dublin town
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The hallowed halls and houses, the haunting children’s rhymes, That once was Dublin ‚ in the rare ould times
Chorus
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Ring a ring a Rosie, as the light declines, I remember Dublin city in the rare ould times
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My name it is Sean Dempsey, as Dublin as can be, born hard and late in Pimlico, in a house that ceased (seasd) to be
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By trade I was a Cooper, Lost_out_to_redundancy, like my house that fell to progress, my trade’s a memory
Chorus
Ab 2. Strophe Harmonika
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And I courted Peggy Dignam, as pretty as you please, a rogue and child of Mary, from the rebel Liberties
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I lost her to a student chap, with skin as black as coal, when he took her off to Birmingham, she took away my soul
Chorus
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The years have made me bitter, the gargle dims me brain, cause Dublin keeps on changing, and nothing seems the same
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The Pillar and the Met have gone, the Royal long since pulled down, as the grey unyielding concrete makes. a city of my town
Chorus
Fare thee well sweet Anna Liffey, I can no longer stay, and watch the new glass cages that. spring up along the quay
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My mind’s too full of memories, too old to hear new chimes, I’m a part of what was Dublin, in the rare ould times
Chorus
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