Mój Dublin
Poszedłem na Dziób Lyrics


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sł. Marcin Magdziar i Artur Dziuk
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
O jasny gwint! - w morze znowu trza wyjść
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

Overall Meaning

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




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@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



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@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....

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@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.

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