The Dying Rebel Seán Butler

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  • Опубликовано: 24 ноя 2024

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  • @bobbyodonovan9612
    @bobbyodonovan9612 3 года назад +1

    I love this song. It’s not many you hear singing it.

  • @rileyhoffman6629
    @rileyhoffman6629 2 года назад

    Lovely. Thanks. I've written chanties and would love you to put music to them. Here is one:

  • @rileyhoffman6629
    @rileyhoffman6629 2 года назад

    Lovely. Thanks. A song for you:
    Killadoon, Mine
    I was born of Killadoon, as a child
    I gazed from cliffs to sea,
    Deep and green and ever wild,
    The world ‘yond called to me.
    Weaned on whiskey, peat and oats
    Before I’d learned to crawl,
    Then sailed the seas on foreign boats,
    Traveled far on a fisherman’s trawl.
    When spring appeared, adventure neared,
    So over the waves I set,
    My sextant clear, a new frontier,
    I sailed without regret.
    Maroc amazed, Marseilles be praised,
    Sardinia fed me well,
    Egyptian camels I rode in the haze
    Of the ruins at Abu Simbel. But
    Away I’ve been for a very long time,
    The greater part of a life,
    And desired return to Killadoon mine,
    To marry myself a wife.
    Home drew near, my heart aflame,
    Passion still stoked by youth,
    Enough of travel, fortune and fame,
    I’d discovered a simple truth.
    All that I longed for was under my nose,
    Family, friends, my love,
    To whom I gave a single red rose,
    One night under stars above.
    My girl of green isle, a wedding we had,
    A Killadoon Ceilidh we danced,
    Sixteen-year whiskey, a feather bed,
    On Killadoon my wildest romance.

  • @tompurvis1261
    @tompurvis1261 2 года назад

    Great song. Your voice has qualities of Bob Dylan and Woody Guthrie. Looking for ways to hear more.