17 enero 2010

Luke Kelly [The Dubliners] . The Rocky Road To Dublin

Anteayer he ido a ver la nueva versión de Sherlock Holmes, dirigida por Guy Ritchie, y protagonizada por dos estupendos Robert Downey Jr. y Jude Law. El primero, lleva una temporada en estado de gracia y la peli se beneficia de ello.
No es la mejor maravilla del mundo mundial, pero es una peli muy entretenida, bien hecha y se deja ver con agrado. En Libertad Digital la catalogaban de Buddy Movie victoriana y me parece una valoración muy acertada.
Pues bien, además de una banda sonora bastante acertada por el últimamente perdido Hans Zimmer, aparece un tema tradicional irlandés llamado "The Rocky Road To Dublin", que ha sido interpretado por multitud de artistas de diferentes maneras.
Gracias a MM, os dejo la versión de Luke Kelly (The Dubliners), que es la que aparece en el film:

La letra:

In the merry month of June from me home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam so sad and broken hearted,
Saluted father dear, kissed me darlin' mother!
Then drank a pint of beer, tears and grief to smother
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born,
Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins!
Bought a pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs
And fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin!
One two three four five,
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, whack follol de rah!
In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight next morning bright and early
Took a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinking;
That's a Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking
See the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me darlin' style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin'
Asked me was I hired, wages I required
Till I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin,
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it'd be a pity
To be soon deprived a view of that fine city.
So then I took a stroll, all among the quality;
Me bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality.
Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind,
No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin'
Enquiring for the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin,
From there I got away, me spirits never failing,
Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing.
The captain at me roared, said that no room had he;
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy.
Down among the pigs, played some hearty rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin';
When off Holyhead wished meself was dead,
Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin,
The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it.
Blood began to boil, temper I was losing;
Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing.
"Hurrah me soul!" says I, shillelagh I let fly.
Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobblin',
With a loud "hurray!" joined in the affray.
We quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin,

Un último apunte: a la hora de componer, se ha ido hacia atrás de una manera asombrosa. Tenemos más medios, somos más capaces, pero la cultura cada vez es más pobre.

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Anonymous Maid Marian dijo...

¡De nada!

¿A que los irlandeses hacen canciones que alegran el día?

21/1/10 18:45  

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