Mój Dublin
Poszedłem na Dziób Lyrics
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muz. trad.
W Dublinie mój dom jest i dziewczyna ma
Lecz ciężki ten żywot wciąż w morze mnie gna
Choć nie chcę to muszę zaciągnąć się znów
Na wielorybniku przepłynąć pięć mórz
Znowu ciężkie na łajbie czakają nas dni
Trzeba znów będzie zabić waleni sto
I przez rok cały w ogóle nie zejść na ląd
Już słychać komendę: "Kotwica na deck!"
"Hej, ruszać się chłopcy!" - nasz bosman się drze
Cholerne te wrzaski trwać będą przez rok
Lecz grosza nam trzeba, więc zniesiemy to
Na morzach Grenlandii waleni jest moc
Zabiliśmy wiele, choć ciężko nam szło
Już pełne ładownie, wypełnia je tran
Nareszcie powrotny kurs do domu czas
Hura! Hura! Do domu już czas
W Dublinie niedługo znów spuścimy trap
Napchamy kieszenie, gdy sprzedamy tran
A gdy forsy zabraknie znów ruszymy w świat
The song "Mój Dublin" by Poszedłem na Dziób talks about the difficult life of a sailor who has a home and a girlfriend in Dublin, but is constantly driven to sea by the tough life he leads. The song expresses the theme of the struggles and the dangers of life at sea. The lyrics paint a picture of sailors living in cramped quarters and working hard to kill the whales. They yearn for the end of the year-long trip, longing for the moment to return home to their loved ones. They are pushed to continue by the need for money and the lure of adventure.
The song offers a glimpse into life at sea in the 19th century. It presents the harsh realities and the dangerous work of whaling. It gives insight into the emotions of sailors as they endure these struggles but also the excitement of the journey. The song's lyrics also convey the value of the home and the importance of family.
Overall, "Mój Dublin" speaks about the difficult life of a sailor, the trying conditions he endures, and his yearning to return home. The song stirs feelings of empathy, compassion, and admiration for those who choose a difficult path in life.
Line by Line Meaning
W Dublinie mój dom jest i dziewczyna ma
I have my home and girlfriend in Dublin
Lecz ciężki ten żywot wciąż w morze mnie gna
But this heavy life still drives me to the sea
Choć nie chcę to muszę zaciągnąć się znów
Even though I don't want to, I have to sign up again
Na wielorybniku przepłynąć pięć mórz
To sail five seas on a whaling ship
O jasny gwint! - w morze znowu trza wyjść
Oh bright wind! - we have to go out to sea again
Znowu ciężkie na łajbie czakają nas dni
Again, heavy days await us on the boat
Trzeba znów będzie zabić waleni sto
We'll have to kill a hundred whales again
I przez rok cały w ogóle nie zejść na ląd
And not set foot on land for a whole year
Już słychać komendę: "Kotwica na deck!"
We already hear the command: "Anchor on deck!"
"Hej, ruszać się chłopcy!" - nasz bosman się drze
"Hey, move it guys!" - our boatswain shouts
Cholerne te wrzaski trwać będą przez rok
Damn these shouts will last for a year
Lecz grosza nam trzeba, więc zniesiemy to
But we need money, so we'll endure it
Na morzach Grenlandii waleni jest moc
There are many whales in the seas of Greenland
Zabiliśmy wiele, choć ciężko nam szło
We killed many, although it was difficult
Już pełne ładownie, wypełnia je tran
The holds are already full, filled with oil
Nareszcie powrotny kurs do domu czas
Finally, it's time for the return journey home
Hura! Hura! Do domu już czas
Hooray! Hooray! It's time to go home
W Dublinie niedługo znów spuścimy trap
Soon we'll lower the traps in Dublin again
Napchamy kieszenie, gdy sprzedamy tran
We'll fill our pockets when we sell the oil
A gdy forsy zabraknie znów ruszymy w świat
And when we run out of money, we'll set out again
Contributed by Liliana H. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@deeeeeedre
While in the merry month of May, now from me home I started
Left, the girls of Tuam were nearly broken-hearted
Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn and leave where I was born
Cut a stout, black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins
A brand-new pair of brogues to rattle over the bogs
And frighten all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin
A-one, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah
In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight next morning blithe and early
Took a drop of pure to keep me heart from shrinking
Thats the Paddy's cure when'er he's on for drinking
To hear the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a-bubblin'
They asked me was I hired and wages I required to lay
Was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin
One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city
So then I took a stroll, all among the quality
Bundle it was stolen, in a neat locality
Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind
No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin'
'Quiring after the rogue, said me Connaught brogue
It wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin
One, two, three four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah
From there I got away, me spirits never falling
Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing
Captain at me roared, said that no room had he
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy
Down among the pigs, did some hearty rigs
I played some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling
When off Holyhead I wished meself was dead
Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin
One, two, three four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah
The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed
Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it
Blood began to boil, temper I was losing
Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing
"Hurrah me soul" says I, me Shillelagh I let fly
Galway boys were by and saw I was a hobblin'
With a "lo!" and "hurray!" they joined in the affray
Quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin
One, two, three four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah
@conorsullivan6968
Distract with handkerchief
Block blind jab
Fracture jaw
Discombobulate
Haymaker to ribs
Block hook with elbow
Completely break jaw
Finish with a front kick
Results two broken ribs one fractured jaw and a concussion (this isn't really accurate but I really wanted to do it)
@user-bu3ex6cr1y
The Dubliners - Rocky Road To Dublin Lyrics
While in the merry month of May, now from me home I started
Left, the girls of Tuam were nearly broken-hearted
Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn and leave where I was born
Cut a stout, black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins
A brand-new pair of brogues to rattle over the bogs
And frighten all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin
A-one, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah
In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight next morning blithe and early
Took a drop of pure to keep me heart from shrinking
Thats the Paddy's cure when'er he's on for drinking
To hear the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a-bubblin'
They asked me was I hired and wages I required to lay
Was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin
One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city
So then I took a stroll, all among the quality
Bundle it was stolen, in a neat locality
Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind
No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin'
'Quiring after the rogue, said me Connaught brogue
It wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin
One, two, three four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah
From there I got away, me spirits never falling
Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing
Captain at me roared, said that no room had he
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy
Down among the pigs, did some hearty rigs
I played some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling
When off Holyhead I wished meself was dead
Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin
One, two, three four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah
The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed
Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it
Blood began to boil, temper I was losing
Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing
"Hurrah me soul" says I, me Shillelagh I let fly
Galway boys were by and saw I was a hobblin'
And with a "lo!" and "hurray!" they joined in the affray
And quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin
One, two, three four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah
@junkycheetah1779
That feeling you get when you don't miss a single word
@McGooglez
It's in the blood
@beastmodejj8588
What is it, I've been trying for hours
@daithio.7378
BeastModeJ J Good one bro good one I wonder would he share that feeling 😂📸✌️.
@daithio.7378
Junky Cheetah I getting the hang of it now ☘ Sláinte 🍻.
@tothepintodurrrow2425
4 years and I still can't sing the first half....
@MrPjw5
... I suddenly have a desire to enter myself in underground boxing tournaments...
@randallcotten5069
MrPjw5 Sherlock Holmes, right? I just saw the movie and looked up the music. I wonder why this particular song was chosen...
@MrPjw5
Randall Cotten Cuz the Irish are fighters, man. Give us a good reason to be pissed, and you'll regret it for sure. The last part of this song showcases that; the guy was given crappy conditions on a British ship back to Tuam, then the guys started making fun of Ireland. Nothing gets an Irishman more fired up than people making fun of his home country.
Playing this over a Fight-Club-esque scene was a brilliant move on Guy Ritchie's part.
@randallcotten5069
It fits perfectly with the scene, you're right. It fits well the change in image of Sherlock: not a wimpy little brainy guy. He's uses his mind to kick some butt. Just like the Irish.