Four beers deep, half hour to Luke's birthday, youtube is feeling my vibes. R.i.p. you legend i never had the pleasure of sharing this earth with. your songs will live forever in my heart.
Luke Kelly was the Dubliners, they went when he did, the greatest folk Irish singer ever, and never will be challenged, pure genius, he did every song justice, every week this man enters my mind, of his brilliance, god rest u Luke,♥️♥️🇮🇪🇮🇪☘️☘️👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏
Wouldnt put the rest of them down so quickly . THEY made the dubliners , without any of the others their all just individuals. To have a group so talented was what made them , not one star player .
This is representative for all the great melodies of irish songs. Additional the Dubs are showing they are unbeaten in the way of their unique voices if you compare this version with all the others which you find on youtube.
Good evening, all my jolly lads, I'm glad to find you well If you'll gather all around me, now, the story I will tell For I've got a situation and begorrah and begob I can whisper all the weekly wage of nineteen bob 'Tis twelve months come October since I left me native home After helping them Killarney boys to bring the harvest down But now I wear the gansey and around me waist a belt I'm the gaffer of the squad that makes the hot asphalt Well, we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the flat And if it doesn't last forever, sure I swear, I'll eat me hat Well, I've wandered up and down the world and sure I never felt Any surface that was equal to the hot asphalt The other night a copper comes and he says to me, McGuire Would you kindly let me light me pipe down at your boiler fire? And he planks himself right down in front, with hobnails up, till late And says I, me decent man, you'd better go and find your bait He ups and yells, I'm down on you, I'm up to all yer pranks Don't I know you for a traitor from the Tipperary ranks? Boys, I hit straight from the shoulder and I gave him such a belt That I knocked him into the boiler full of hot asphalt Well, we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the flat And if it doesn't last forever, sure I swear, I'll eat me hat Well, I've wandered up and down the world and sure I never felt Any surface that was equal to the hot asphalt We quickly dragged him out again and we threw him in the tub And with soap and warm water we began to rub and scrub But devil the thing, it hardened and it turned him hard as stone And with every other rub, sure you could hear the copper groan I'm thinking, says O'Reilly, that he's lookin' like old Nick And burn me if I am not inclined to claim him with me pick Now, says I, it would be easier to boil him till he melts And to stir him nice and easy in the hot asphalt Well, we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the flat And if it doesn't last forever, sure I swear, I'll eat me hat Well, I've wandered up and down the world and sure I never felt Any surface that was equal to the hot asphalt You may talk about yer sailor lads, ballad singers and the rest Your shoemakers and your tailors but we please the ladies best The only ones who know the way their flinty hearts to melt Are the lads around the boiler making hot asphalt With rubbing and with scrubbing, sure I caught me death of cold For scientific purposes, me body it was sold In the Kelvin grove museum, me boys, I'm hangin' in me pelt As a monument to the Irish, making hot asphalt Well, we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the flat And if it doesn't last forever, sure I swear, I'll eat me hat Well, I've wandered up and down the world and sure I never felt Any surface that was equal to the hot asphalt
He became ill sometime in the late 70s or early 80s. He took time off from the band and still received a 5th of money they made. He died of his illness in (I think) 1988.
Disposing of a body, a copper no less, it's a good thing when I was young I couldn't understand his tsale, a lot of those Dubliners tunes, covered or their own, are dark as fuck, when I think about it a lot of 'em have a dark turn
Good evening, all my jolly lads, I'm glad to find you well If you'll gather all around me, now, the story I will tell For I've got a situation and begorrah and begob I can whisper all the weekly wage of nineteen bob 'Tis twelve months come October since I left me native home After helping them Killarney boys to bring the harvest down But now I wear the gansey and around me waist a belt I'm the gaffer of the squad that makes the hot asphalt Well, we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the flat And if it doesn't last forever, sure I swear, I'll eat me hat Well, I've wandered up and down the world and sure I never felt Any surface that was equal to the hot asphalt The other night a copper comes and he says to me, McGuire Would you kindly let me light me pipe down at your boiler fire? And he planks himself right down in front, with hobnails up, till late And says I, me decent man, you'd better go and find your bait He ups and yells, I'm down on you, I'm up to all yer pranks Don't I know you for a traitor from the Tipperary ranks? Boys, I hit straight from the shoulder and I gave him such a belt That I knocked him into the boiler full of hot asphalt Well, we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the flat And if it doesn't last forever, sure I swear, I'll eat me hat Well, I've wandered up and down the world and sure I never felt Any surface that was equal to the hot asphalt We pulled dragged him out again and we threw him in the tub And with soap and warm water we began to rub and scrub But devil the thing, it hardened and it turned him hard as stone And with every other rub, sure you could hear the copper groan I'm thinking, says O'Reilly, that he's lookin' like old Nick And burn me if I am not inclined to claim him with me pick Now, says I, it would be easier to boil him till he melts And to stir him nice and easy in the hot asphalt Well, we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the flat And if it doesn't last forever, sure I swear, I'll eat me hat Well, I've wandered up and down the world and sure I never felt Any surface that was equal to the hot asphalt You may talk about yer sailor lads, ballad singers and the rest Your shoemakers and your tailors but we please the ladies best The only ones who know the way their flinty hearts to melt Are the lads around the boiler making hot asphalt With rubbing and with scrubbing, sure I caught me death of cold For scientific purposes, me body it was sold In the Kelvin grove museum, me boys, I'm hangin' in me pelt As a monument to the Irish, making hot asphalt Well, we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the flat And if it doesn't last forever, sure I swear, I'll eat me hat Well, I've wandered up and down the world and sure I never felt Any surface that was equal to the hot asphalt
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Doesn't get any better than this.
totally agree!
Really doesn’t. Easily the best song he ever sang. God bless
True. Masterpiece. But Annmarie O'riordan has a voice like a nightingale. I like her version too.
@@ryanhosey6185mmmmmm I'd argue the night visiting song. But that's biased! Cheers!
Happy Saint Patrick's Day folks, March 2024💚🍀💚🍀
Four beers deep, half hour to Luke's birthday, youtube is feeling my vibes. R.i.p. you legend i never had the pleasure of sharing this earth with. your songs will live forever in my heart.
This is simple perfect. In the chorus, the voices are so strong and full of harmony.
Luke Kelly was the Dubliners, they went when he did, the greatest folk Irish singer ever, and never will be challenged, pure genius, he did every song justice, every week this man enters my mind, of his brilliance, god rest u Luke,♥️♥️🇮🇪🇮🇪☘️☘️👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏
The Best!
Wouldnt put the rest of them down so quickly .
THEY made the dubliners , without any of the others their all just individuals.
To have a group so talented was what made them , not one star player .
@@IRELAND_SAYS_NO Luke Kelly was not a racist, unlike yourself
Strongest group ever vocally , Ronnie and Luke as front men !!! Absolutely unbeatable.
Our Luke was a warrior plus, he'd some set of lungs on him ❤🇮🇪 No one can sing like Luke Kelly. powerful shtuff Luke x fkn legend😘
Luke's singing just never gets old
Never to be seen or heard again enjoy all🇮🇪🇮🇪🇮🇪
I was raised on The Dubliners, Mr Luke Kelly’s voice unmistakable..
thank you for the music
Luke Kelly is my role model as a singer. Such a legendary voice.
What a powerful rythm!!!
Greetings from Hellas!
I was at the session tonight, and I heard this song in my head as they played "The Rights of Man" I think this is that tune.
Luke at his best and the Dubliners at their best! ❤👍😊
Thanks for watching.
Na Dubliners abu ! Tà aitheantas na hEireann thar a bheith tuillte acu !
God bless.. The Greatest Performer of Ireland. Rip
Definitely ❤🇮🇪I’d add , EVER ❤
This song is awesome in billions of ways and it was used on a film the Blackstuff 43 years ago.
This is representative for all the great melodies of irish songs. Additional the Dubs are showing they are unbeaten in the way of their unique voices if you compare this version with all the others which you find on youtube.
Brilliant song from a great folk band
Wish I could add a like every time I watch. We'd be in the millions, proper so!
I'm 52,Irish, Dublin,like the rest of us grew up on these songs,but I watched this and just realised was legend Luke Kelly was and is. 🙏
Top Class ☘ 🇮🇪 🎼 🎼🎼💚
LUKE KELLY THE GREATEAST VOICE EVER-----NEVER FORGOTTEN
The finest..Luke kelly is a legend..
Grew up listening to luke and the dubliners and this is in me top 5...what a man what a song ...He's He's a legend
Unbelievable. I would label this as “ IRISH BLUES”❤ 💙❤ 💙 ❤💙❤️💙❤️💙💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻☘️☘️☘️☘️
Thank you so much 🙏🥰
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Beautiful.
I love the Irish ❤
That beginning when the voice was kinda out of tonality was so epic, can really not get any better, I must say!
Geniuses at work👏
Come twelve months since October since I've left me native home after helping in Killarney boys to bring the harvest home. Fuck this goes hard
Mary Wallopers lads. Bringing the songs back alive.
Tough audience, great song
Definitely been hanging out with Ewan: finger over the ear!
Good evening, all my jolly lads, I'm glad to find you well
If you'll gather all around me, now, the story I will tell
For I've got a situation and begorrah and begob
I can whisper all the weekly wage of nineteen bob
'Tis twelve months come October since I left me native home
After helping them Killarney boys to bring the harvest down
But now I wear the gansey and around me waist a belt
I'm the gaffer of the squad that makes the hot asphalt
Well, we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the flat
And if it doesn't last forever, sure I swear, I'll eat me hat
Well, I've wandered up and down the world and sure I never felt
Any surface that was equal to the hot asphalt
The other night a copper comes and he says to me, McGuire
Would you kindly let me light me pipe down at your boiler fire?
And he planks himself right down in front, with hobnails up, till late
And says I, me decent man, you'd better go and find your bait
He ups and yells, I'm down on you, I'm up to all yer pranks
Don't I know you for a traitor from the Tipperary ranks?
Boys, I hit straight from the shoulder and I gave him such a belt
That I knocked him into the boiler full of hot asphalt
Well, we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the flat
And if it doesn't last forever, sure I swear, I'll eat me hat
Well, I've wandered up and down the world and sure I never felt
Any surface that was equal to the hot asphalt
We quickly dragged him out again and we threw him in the tub
And with soap and warm water we began to rub and scrub
But devil the thing, it hardened and it turned him hard as stone
And with every other rub, sure you could hear the copper groan
I'm thinking, says O'Reilly, that he's lookin' like old Nick
And burn me if I am not inclined to claim him with me pick
Now, says I, it would be easier to boil him till he melts
And to stir him nice and easy in the hot asphalt
Well, we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the flat
And if it doesn't last forever, sure I swear, I'll eat me hat
Well, I've wandered up and down the world and sure I never felt
Any surface that was equal to the hot asphalt
You may talk about yer sailor lads, ballad singers and the rest
Your shoemakers and your tailors but we please the ladies best
The only ones who know the way their flinty hearts to melt
Are the lads around the boiler making hot asphalt
With rubbing and with scrubbing, sure I caught me death of cold
For scientific purposes, me body it was sold
In the Kelvin grove museum, me boys, I'm hangin' in me pelt
As a monument to the Irish, making hot asphalt
Well, we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the flat
And if it doesn't last forever, sure I swear, I'll eat me hat
Well, I've wandered up and down the world and sure I never felt
Any surface that was equal to the hot asphalt
Magic
Brilliant
Luke is the g.o.a.t 💯🔥👌
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
The best
Amazing performance ,and Luke and especially Ronnie look well greased 😂
Magical song. I think that Ronnie doesn't get the credit he was due for so ably giving the bass line on guitar.
Tune
Brilliant he's the best.... the audience weren't very enthusiastic
We'll ignore the audience. He was the best. Great to hear that you enjoyed it so much. Thanks for watching.
Good rhythm to this song.
Workn on the site 😂
Was Ciaran not in the band at this point?
He became ill sometime in the late 70s or early 80s. He took time off from the band and still received a 5th of money they made. He died of his illness in (I think) 1988.
Ciaran stopped in 1974 caused by a stroke. He and his family receives until today their part of the incoming money. Fantastic.
He had just suffered a stroke around the time this was recorded. The band still paid him until his death in 1988
Also this is unique in the business!
Disposing of a body, a copper no less, it's a good thing when I was young I couldn't understand his tsale, a lot of those Dubliners tunes, covered or their own, are dark as fuck, when I think about it a lot of 'em have a dark turn
Wielya walya
@@paddymcgee3019lol it’s hard to believe that song is a children song 😂
aw yezh
☘
The roofers anthem
Your right and I admire your dad he reminds me of my own dad he used to put asphalt on flat roofs
Pubblico caloroso e partecipante..... peccato, loro sono bravi.
Vanchiglia
Tune of mick McGuire
up the fking dubs
Ads are pish
Bloke asf tune
Good evening, all my jolly lads, I'm glad to find you well
If you'll gather all around me, now, the story I will tell
For I've got a situation and begorrah and begob
I can whisper all the weekly wage of nineteen bob
'Tis twelve months come October since I left me native home
After helping them Killarney boys to bring the harvest down
But now I wear the gansey and around me waist a belt
I'm the gaffer of the squad that makes the hot asphalt
Well, we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the flat
And if it doesn't last forever, sure I swear, I'll eat me hat
Well, I've wandered up and down the world and sure I never felt
Any surface that was equal to the hot asphalt
The other night a copper comes and he says to me, McGuire
Would you kindly let me light me pipe down at your boiler fire?
And he planks himself right down in front, with hobnails up, till late
And says I, me decent man, you'd better go and find your bait
He ups and yells, I'm down on you, I'm up to all yer pranks
Don't I know you for a traitor from the Tipperary ranks?
Boys, I hit straight from the shoulder and I gave him such a belt
That I knocked him into the boiler full of hot asphalt
Well, we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the flat
And if it doesn't last forever, sure I swear, I'll eat me hat
Well, I've wandered up and down the world and sure I never felt
Any surface that was equal to the hot asphalt
We pulled dragged him out again and we threw him in the tub
And with soap and warm water we began to rub and scrub
But devil the thing, it hardened and it turned him hard as stone
And with every other rub, sure you could hear the copper groan
I'm thinking, says O'Reilly, that he's lookin' like old Nick
And burn me if I am not inclined to claim him with me pick
Now, says I, it would be easier to boil him till he melts
And to stir him nice and easy in the hot asphalt
Well, we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the flat
And if it doesn't last forever, sure I swear, I'll eat me hat
Well, I've wandered up and down the world and sure I never felt
Any surface that was equal to the hot asphalt
You may talk about yer sailor lads, ballad singers and the rest
Your shoemakers and your tailors but we please the ladies best
The only ones who know the way their flinty hearts to melt
Are the lads around the boiler making hot asphalt
With rubbing and with scrubbing, sure I caught me death of cold
For scientific purposes, me body it was sold
In the Kelvin grove museum, me boys, I'm hangin' in me pelt
As a monument to the Irish, making hot asphalt
Well, we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the flat
And if it doesn't last forever, sure I swear, I'll eat me hat
Well, I've wandered up and down the world and sure I never felt
Any surface that was equal to the hot asphalt
how the fuck did he memorize all that