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Damir 🌿
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Damir - The Limerick Rake
The Limerick Rake is a traditional Irish song whose composer is disputed. The lyrics are set to the tune of an earlier song titled "Agus fagaimid siúd mar atá sé". The lyrics likely date to the late 18th century, as attested by the use of the place-name "Castletown Conyers" and the mention of the deaths of Lord Devonshire (1764) and John Damer (1776).
The song appeared in Colm Ó Lochlainn's 1939 publication "Irish Street Ballads" and has been recorded by a number of notable artists.
The gaelic "Agus fagaimid siúd mar atá sé" translates roughly to English as "And that's enough said about that" or "And we'll leave it at that."
Lyrics:
I am a young fellow that's easy and bold,
In Castletown conners I'm very well known.
In Newcastle West I spent many a note,
With Kitty and Judy and Mary.
My parents rebuked me for being such a rake,
And for spending my time in such frolicsome ways.
I ne'er could forget the good nature of Jane,
Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé.
My parents had reared me to shake and to mow,
To plough and to harrow, to reap and to sow.
My heart being too airy to drop it too low,
I set out on the high speculation.
On paper and parchment they thought me to write,
And in Euclid and grammar they opened my eyes.
And in multiplication, in truth I was bright,
Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé.
If you chance for to go to the town of Rathkeale,
The girls all around me do flock on the square.
Now some offer me apples and others sweet cake,
And they treat me unknownst to their parents.
There's one from Askeaton and one from The Pike,
And another from Ardagh my heart has beguiled.
Though being from the mountains, her stockings are white
And I'd love to be tightening her garters.
Now to quarrel for riches, I ne'er was inclined;
For the greatest of misers, they must leave all behind.
But I'll purchase a cow that'll never run dry
And I'll milk her by twisting her horn.
John Damer of Shronell had plenty of gold
And Lord Devonshire's treasures are twenty times more.
But sure they're laid on their backs amidst nettles and stones,
Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé.
Now there's some say I'm foolish, there's some say I'm wise,
Though being fond of the women I think is no crime.
Sure the son of King David, he had ten thousand wives,
And his wisdom was highly regarded.
I'll till a good garden and work at my ease,
And each woman and child could partake of the same.
If there'd be war in the cabin, themselves they could blame,
Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé.
But now for the future I think I'll get wise
And I'll marry all those women who acted so kind.
Aye, I'd marry them all on the morrow by and by,
If the clergy'd agree to the bargain.
And then when I'd be old and my soul be at rest,
All those children and wives they could keen at my wake.
Aye, they'd all gather round and they'd offer up prayers
To the Lord for the soul of their father.
The song appeared in Colm Ó Lochlainn's 1939 publication "Irish Street Ballads" and has been recorded by a number of notable artists.
The gaelic "Agus fagaimid siúd mar atá sé" translates roughly to English as "And that's enough said about that" or "And we'll leave it at that."
Lyrics:
I am a young fellow that's easy and bold,
In Castletown conners I'm very well known.
In Newcastle West I spent many a note,
With Kitty and Judy and Mary.
My parents rebuked me for being such a rake,
And for spending my time in such frolicsome ways.
I ne'er could forget the good nature of Jane,
Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé.
My parents had reared me to shake and to mow,
To plough and to harrow, to reap and to sow.
My heart being too airy to drop it too low,
I set out on the high speculation.
On paper and parchment they thought me to write,
And in Euclid and grammar they opened my eyes.
And in multiplication, in truth I was bright,
Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé.
If you chance for to go to the town of Rathkeale,
The girls all around me do flock on the square.
Now some offer me apples and others sweet cake,
And they treat me unknownst to their parents.
There's one from Askeaton and one from The Pike,
And another from Ardagh my heart has beguiled.
Though being from the mountains, her stockings are white
And I'd love to be tightening her garters.
Now to quarrel for riches, I ne'er was inclined;
For the greatest of misers, they must leave all behind.
But I'll purchase a cow that'll never run dry
And I'll milk her by twisting her horn.
John Damer of Shronell had plenty of gold
And Lord Devonshire's treasures are twenty times more.
But sure they're laid on their backs amidst nettles and stones,
Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé.
Now there's some say I'm foolish, there's some say I'm wise,
Though being fond of the women I think is no crime.
Sure the son of King David, he had ten thousand wives,
And his wisdom was highly regarded.
I'll till a good garden and work at my ease,
And each woman and child could partake of the same.
If there'd be war in the cabin, themselves they could blame,
Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé.
But now for the future I think I'll get wise
And I'll marry all those women who acted so kind.
Aye, I'd marry them all on the morrow by and by,
If the clergy'd agree to the bargain.
And then when I'd be old and my soul be at rest,
All those children and wives they could keen at my wake.
Aye, they'd all gather round and they'd offer up prayers
To the Lord for the soul of their father.
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Amazing stuff, keeps my slavic blood boiling
Schön 🌻
Aštar šeran brat moi
Bravo Damirko odlicno👌
With a lot of heart and soul 10 of10 Bravo
Samo jako
A jes lijepa pjesma ❤️
👍👍👍👍😊
色んなSpancil Hill を聴いてきたけど、とても良い演奏でした。ありがとう！
As down the glen one Easter morn To a city fair rode I There armed lines of marching men In squadrons passed me by No pipe did hum No battle drum did sound its loud tattoo But the Angelus Bells o'er the Liffey swells Rang out in the foggy dew Right proudly high in Dublin town Hung they out a flag of war 'Twas better to die 'neath that Irish sky Than at Sulva or Sud-El-Bar And from the plains of Royal Meath Strong men came hurrying through While Brittania's Huns with their long range guns Sailed in through the foggy dew Their bravest fell and the requiem bell Rang mournfully and clear For those who died that Eastertide in the Springing of the year While the world did gaze with deep amaze At those fearless men but few Who bore the fight that freedom's light Might shine through the foggy dew And back through the glen, I rode again And my heart with grief was sore For I parted then with valiant men Whom I never shall see n'more But to and fro in my dreams I go And I kneel and pray for you For slavery fled, O glorious dead When you fell in the foggy dew
One man Chieftains Bravo!
🎉Sjajno,komplimenti
Awesome, beautifully done.
Legenda brat kuma moga! ❤
Slava rodu ❤
i dalje slušam ....
Damire, ziv li si, brate moj?
Živ, buraz, nego šta! :)
Eeexxxxxxxceeeelleeeeennnnnt !!!
Слава!
Wirklich schön Damir! Bravo.
Vielen Dank, Roberto!
Svaka čast evo slušam već 4 put pre pre dobro
Puno hvala, Lazo!
Fantastic, really outstanding! I've heard dozens of interpretations and in my opinion both your instrumentation and your vocals can easily keep up with the very best!
Oh, thank you very much, you flatter me! I just made a new one today - Spancil Hill, check it out! :)
Hvala divni ste
Odličan cover! Što je sa Svaricom,jel ima nade za ponovno okupljanje?
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muzika s početka (šargije?) podsetila me na soundtrack Diablo-a (keca :) ). Inače, ovo ili Povratak može slobodno biti himna Slavije (daj Bože).
Genial!!!
Thank you, Laura!
Pravih vukova nema za vidjet, ali kad dođu ostave traga. Živio brate!
Zivio!
Nemam reči - predivno, predivno... Nemam načina da vam ovde pošaljem poruku, da pitam da li dozvoljavate da stavim na blog, ovde: galaktickazemlja.blogspot.com/ Ako nije u redu, napišite mi negde, np. komentar ispod nekog od videa sa mog kanala. Jednostavno, nemam reči koliko je ovo divno!
Nema problema, samo objavljuj!
@@damir.markotic Hvala vam!
Marija vrijeme je, PROBUDI SE!!!!
Divno
Hvala, Jovane!
Bravo Damir! Hört sich wunderschön an!
Danke, Roberto!
dafuq is this shit ?
Najezile mi se I dlake na mudima
Manje rasprave .. radite rodbino na snazi kao jedinke .. kupajte se u jezerima i pijte vodu sa izvora .. sumujte .. danas da retko vidim divljake . SLAVA MORANI
Slava! 🇷🇸
The best song of Svarica
💜
Fali violina ;)
Prelijepo. Slava!
Slava rodu ❤
Slava rodu,prekrasna pesma
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Suze na oci
Budimo se, budimo!
Mocno...ne moramo vise slusati indijske mantre i napjeve..:)
Pozdrav iz Srbije,ovo svira na vjekovih vjekov.Svaka cast
Овоме поздрав само из Славије... Не може ово чути ни један припадник савремене словенске нације који не држи првенствено до чистог словенског у себи. Појединачне нације су превише застраниле и одлутале у јефтину културу одсечену од свега словенског.
Veliki pozdrav iz Srbije,probudiste Tribale,Skite,Tracane,Vende Dacane i mnoge druge.Svaka cast
Djeca prirode.Slava nek bude.M
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