Nous avons pensé qu'il serait utile de donner les paroles des chansons qui illustrent le blog.

Dubliners - Song For Ireland
                
Walking all the day
near tall towers where falcons build their nests
Silver wings they fly,
They know the call for freedom in their breasts,
Saw Black Head against the sky
Where twisted rocks they run down to the sea
Living on your western shore,
Saw summer sun sets, I asked for more,
I stood by your Atlantic Sea,
And i sang a song for Ireland

Drinking all the day,
In old pubs where fiddlers love to play,
Saw one touch the bow,
He played a reel that seamed so grand and gay,
I stood on dingle beach and cast,
In wild foam for Atlantic bass,
Living on your western shore,
Saw summer sunsets, I asked for more,
I stood by your Atlantic Sea,
And sang a song for Ireland

Talking all the day,
With true friends who try to make you stay,
Telling jokes and news,
Singing songs to while the time away,
Watched the galway salmon run,
Like silver dancing, darting in the sun,
living on your western shore,
Saw summer sunsets, I asked for more,
I stood by your Atlantic Sea,
And i sang a song for Ireland

Dreaming in the night,
I saw a land where no-one had to fight,
Waking in your dawn,
I saw you crying in the morning light,
sleeping where the falcons fly,
They twist and turn all in your air-blue sky,
Living on your western shore,
Saw summer sunsets, I asked for more,
I stood by your Atlantic sea,
And I sang a song for Ireland

Molly Malone
1-        In Dublin Fair city
Where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes  on sweet  Molly Malone
She wheeled her wheel-barrow
Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying “Cockles and mussels alive alive –o”

Refrain
Alive alive –o  , alive alive-o,
Crying “Cockles and mussels alive alive –o”

2-        She was a fishmonger
And sure it was no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they both wheeled their barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying “Cockles and mussels alive alive –o

Refrain

3-         She died of a fever
And sure no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
And her ghost wheels her barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying “Cockles and mussels alive alive –o
Refrain

       Dans mon Irlande

Au pays des bruyères, des brumes légères,

Dans l’île austère qui m’a vu grandir,

Dans ses vertes campagnes,

Ses rudes montagnes,

Vers mes beaux souvenirs, je voudrais revenir.

  Refrain     Toi qui va dans mon Irlande,

                   Tu verras parmi les genêts,

                   Dans mon clair logis des landes

                   Une femme coiffée d’un bonnet.

         Va lui dire en passant que mon cœur tendrement

                   Garde en lui son visage charmant ;

                   Va porter dans mon Irlande

                   Mes baisers à ma vieille maman

J’ai connu, dans la chaîne des joies et des peines,

L’ivresse vaine des heures d’amant ;

J’ai laissé par le monde la brune et la blonde

Et je rêve en dormant à de beaux cheveux blancs.

Une autre version donne à la fin du refrain :

Toi qui va dans mon village

Dis bonjour à ma vieille maman