cette chanson est juste incroyable! les flutes sont enchanteresses, l'accordéon et les cordes entrainants, les percutions rendent le tout purement hypnotique, et les voix des chanteurs finissent de faire une chanson parfaite qui me file un grand sourire et fermé les yeux pour me laisser bercé par l'histoire de l'amour pour la belle Rosie McCann. vraiment un chef d'œuvre. merci a vous.
Eh les gars, je vous ais decouvert pendant le covid chez paulette, j'étais on line. J'ai été vous revoir à Neufchateau .... oui c'est moi qui vous fait signer la play liste. La prochaine fois je veux la baguette du batteur dédicacée de chacun d'entre vous. et aussi les méditors . comme dis un pote concert : grosses BIzouilles
STAR OF THE COUNTY DOWN Near Banbridge Town in the County Down One morning last July Down a bóithrín green came a sweet cailín And she smiled as she passed me by She looked so sweet from her two bare feet To the sheen of her nut brown hair Such a winsome elf, sure I shook myself For to see I was really there From Bantry Bay up to Derry’s Quay From Galway to Dublin Town No maid I've seen like the fairy colleen That I met in the County Down As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head And I looked with a feelin' rare And I say's, say's I, to a passer-by "Whose the maid with the nut brown hair"? He smiled at me and he says's, say's he "That's the gem of Ireland's crown It's Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann She's the star of the County Down" She'd soft brown eyes with a look so shy And a smile like a rose in June And she sang so sweet what a lovely treat As she lilted an Irish tune At the Lammas dance I was in the trance As she whirled with the lads of the town And it broke my heart just to be apart From the star of the County Down At the Harvest Fair she'll be surely there And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked Right for a smile from my nut brown rose No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke Till my plough turns rust coloured brown Till a smiling bride, by my own fireside Sits the star of the County Down
cette chanson est juste incroyable! les flutes sont enchanteresses, l'accordéon et les cordes entrainants, les percutions rendent le tout purement hypnotique, et les voix des chanteurs finissent de faire une chanson parfaite qui me file un grand sourire et fermé les yeux pour me laisser bercé par l'histoire de l'amour pour la belle Rosie McCann.
vraiment un chef d'œuvre. merci a vous.
Eh les gars, je vous ais decouvert pendant le covid chez paulette, j'étais on line. J'ai été vous revoir à Neufchateau .... oui c'est moi qui vous fait signer la play liste. La prochaine fois je veux la baguette du batteur dédicacée de chacun d'entre vous. et aussi les méditors . comme dis un pote concert : grosses BIzouilles
Oh je vous adore
As an Irish Celt much respect to your music and mustaches
C'est même totalement celle-là !
Bravo les copains, vous assurez ! En plus le cadre est sympa !
sublime je me lasse pas
depuis que j'ai acheté les 2 CD , ils passent en boucle chez moi et en voiture ! ça me donne le sourir pour la journée
Mais mais mais, c'est très bon ça !
Au top
Waouw génial
Excellent !!
J'adore :) On trouve où les textes ?
STAR OF THE COUNTY DOWN
Near Banbridge Town in the County Down
One morning last July
Down a bóithrín green came a sweet cailín
And she smiled as she passed me by
She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nut brown hair
Such a winsome elf, sure I shook myself
For to see I was really there
From Bantry Bay up to Derry’s Quay
From Galway to Dublin Town
No maid I've seen like the fairy colleen
That I met in the County Down
As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head
And I looked with a feelin' rare
And I say's, say's I, to a passer-by
"Whose the maid with the nut brown hair"?
He smiled at me and he says's, say's he
"That's the gem of Ireland's crown
It's Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann
She's the star of the County Down"
She'd soft brown eyes with a look so shy
And a smile like a rose in June
And she sang so sweet what a lovely treat
As she lilted an Irish tune
At the Lammas dance I was in the trance
As she whirled with the lads of the town
And it broke my heart just to be apart
From the star of the County Down
At the Harvest Fair she'll be surely there
And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked
Right for a smile from my nut brown rose
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
Till my plough turns rust coloured brown
Till a smiling bride, by my own fireside
Sits the star of the County Down
@@pierrickvalence2139 Merci ! Une belle invitation au voyage :)