Текст песни The Dublin Minstrel - The Dubliners
                                                From 
                                                Dublin 
                                                streets 
                                                and 
                                                roads 
                                                and 
                                                down 
                                                the 
                                                years
 
                                    
                                
                                                Came 
                                                great 
                                                musicians 
                                                and 
                                                balladeers
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                was 
                                                    a 
                                                special 
                                                one, 
                                                    a 
                                                red 
                                                haired 
                                                minstrel 
                                                boy
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                when 
                                                he 
                                                passed 
                                                away, 
                                                    a 
                                                city 
                                                mourned 
                                                its 
                                                favorite 
                                                son
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                around 
                                                the 
                                                markets 
                                                and 
                                                down 
                                                the 
                                                quays
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                sad 
                                                news 
                                                it 
                                                spread 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                Liberties
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                minstrel 
                                                boy 
                                                is 
                                                gone, 
                                                he'll 
                                                sing 
                                                no 
                                                more
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                Luke 
                                                somehow 
                                                you 
                                                know, 
                                                we'll 
                                                never 
                                                see 
                                                your 
                                                likes 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                liked 
                                                to 
                                                laugh 
                                                and 
                                                sing; 
                                                he 
                                                loved 
                                                    a 
                                                jar
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                his 
                                                songs 
                                                rang 
                                                out 
                                                in 
                                                many 
                                                city 
                                                bars.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                walk 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                old 
                                                canal 
                                                near 
                                                which 
                                                he 
                                                used 
                                                to 
                                                live,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Down 
                                                Raglan 
                                                Road 
                                                I'm 
                                                sad, 
                                                as 
                                                he'd 
                                                so 
                                                much 
                                                left 
                                                to 
                                                give
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                around 
                                                the 
                                                markets 
                                                and 
                                                down 
                                                the 
                                                quays
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                sad 
                                                news 
                                                it 
                                                spread 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                Liberties
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                minstrel 
                                                boy 
                                                is 
                                                gone, 
                                                he'll 
                                                sing 
                                                no 
                                                more
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                Luke 
                                                somehow 
                                                you 
                                                know, 
                                                we'll 
                                                never 
                                                see 
                                                your 
                                                likes 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                show 
                                                is 
                                                over, 
                                                the 
                                                curtain's 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                flame 
                                                no 
                                                longer 
                                                burns 
                                                in 
                                                Dublin 
                                                Town
 
                                    
                                
                                                While 
                                                the 
                                                Liffey 
                                                flows 
                                                beneath 
                                                the 
                                                Ha'penny 
                                                Bridge
 
                                    
                                
                                                You'll 
                                                be 
                                                remembered 
                                                Luke 
                                                for 
                                                all 
                                                your 
                                                songs 
                                                and 
                                                all 
                                                you 
                                                did
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                around 
                                                the 
                                                markets 
                                                and 
                                                down 
                                                the 
                                                quays
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                sad 
                                                news 
                                                it 
                                                spread 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                Liberties
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                minstrel 
                                                boy 
                                                is 
                                                gone, 
                                                he'll 
                                                sing 
                                                no 
                                                more
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                Luke 
                                                somehow 
                                                you 
                                                know, 
                                                we'll 
                                                never 
                                                see 
                                                your 
                                                likes 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Finnegans Wake - Live
2 The Rocky Road to Dublin (Live)
3 All for Me Grog (Live)
4 I'll Tell Me Ma (Live)
5 Paddy on the Railway (Live)
6 The Leaving of Liverpool (Live)
7 Whiskey in the Jar (Live)
8 Dirty Old Town (Live)
9 The Dublin Minstrel
10 When the Boys Come Rolling Home (Live)
11 The Pool Song
12 The Pool Song (Live)
13 The Spanish Lady (Live)
14 The Foxrock Hornpipe / Ostinelli's Hornpipe
15 The Belfast Hornpipe / the Swallow's Tail
16 The Fermoy Lassies / Sporting Paddy
17 Luke's 21st Anniversary Poem
18 The Maid Behind the Bar / the Boyne Hunt / the Shaskeen / the High Reel
19 When the Boys Come Rolling Home
20 The Three Sea Captains / the Mullingar Races
21 The Marino Waltz
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