The Dubliners started off in O'Donoghue's pub in Dublin in 1962 under the name of "the Ronnie Drew Folk Group". Then they were four, Ronnie Drew (vocals and guitar), Luke Kelly (vocals and 5-string banjo), Barney McKenna (tenor banjo, mandolin, melodeon and vocals) and Ciarán Bourke (vocals, guitar, tin whistle and harmonica). In 1963, they played at the Edinburgh festival where they met the head of Transatlantic Records, Nathan Joseph, for whom they started recording. In 1964, Luke Kelly left, and Bobby Lynch (vocals and guitar) and John Sheahan (fiddle, tin whistle, mandolin, concertina, guitar and vocals) were added. When Luke Kelly returned and Bobby Lynch left in 1965, we have what is considered as the original Dubliners, five individualists, five men whose talents were mixed together in a superb blend and just wanted to play and have a good craic. If they only knew what was awaiting them!
In 1967 their major breakthrough came as a result of a coincidence. Their song, "Seven Drunken Nights" which was recorded in one take, was snapped up by a pirate radio station which started playing it along with the Beatles, the Mamas & the Papas, the Who, the Kinks and Jimi Hendrix. Suddenly, The Dubliners was a major band, playing all over the world, getting into the charts, and receiving gold discs. Not what you expected from a bunch of hairy people who "looked like they'd just been dragged out of a seedy bar via a hedge(backwards) and dropped on London from a very great height".(Colin Irwin in the reissue of "Live at the Albert Hall")
The seventies started like the sixties ended; wild touring, drinking, playing. They started doing regular tours, and they were still recording, of course. Then, in 1974, Ciarán Bourke collapsed on stage with a brain haemmorrage, which eventually led to his death. He first, though, recovered remarkably , and was back on stage with The Dubliners, but collapsed again. At the same time, Ronnie decided to take a break, and Jim McCann took his and Ciaráns place in the group.
In 1979, Ronnie decided to make a comeback as a member of the group, although he probably never really left it. In the five years, he had recorded two solo albums, and The Dubliners three albums. With Ronnie returning, Jim left, and The Dubs were almost back where they started. Then Luke Kelly became ill, he collapsed on stage with a brain tumour, for which he received surgery several times. He too, made remarkable recoveries, and went on touring with the Dubliners, at the same time continuing his wild and unhealthy lifestyle. Seán Cannon, a long time friend, stepped in for Luke, when he couldn't be on stage. Seáns appearence wasn't that well received by the audiences at the beginning, but he has later turned out to be an important addition to The Dubliners, and their repertoir. In 1984, Luke Kelly died, but The Dubliners, now with Seán Cannon as a member, decided to keep on.
1987 turned out to be one of the best - and busiest - years for the Dubliners. Their long time friend, and guest musician, Eamonn Campbell (29 November 1946 – 18 October 2017), brought the group together with the Pogues on the hit single the Irish Rover. This single took the Dubliners back to the charts, and also gave them a completely new audience; people who weren't even born when The Dubliners started off. And with Dublin celebrating its milennium in 1988, The Dubliners also received more attention than for years. Eamonn Campbell joined them on regular basis, a move which has turned out to be one of the most important in their history. In 1988 Ciarán Bourke died, after years of pain and difficulties. He always was, and still is very much remembered by The Dubliners, just like Luke Kelly is.
The eighties finished off with rumours that The Dubliners were to retire, probably something that's always been following the group. However, they didn't, and celebrated their 30th anniversary in 1992, with a double cd and extensive tour. The nineties have later brought a tour video from the German tour 1995, and the "shock" news that Ronnie Drew was leaving. He left in December 1995, after releasing a superb album, "Dirty Rotten Shame" a few months earlier.
Now, even the most optimistic Dubliners fans thought it was the end, but the remaindours decided to convince Paddy Reilly to join them, and they continued their busy touring and recording schedule. This move has also turned out to be excellent. Paddy, not very well known in Europe, had never been touring there, so he too enjoyed the experience, as well as being part of a band. He still, though, does tours in the USA in the winter and summermonths.
2002, they temporarily reunited with Ronnie Drew and Jim McCann, for their 40th anniversary tour. They made a string of appearances on Irish television throughout this time, including a memorable appearance with Phil Coulter and George Murphy on RTÉ 1.
After the tour, Jim McCann was diagnosed with throat cancer and, though he fully recovered, his voice was severely damaged, and he has not been able to sing since his illness
In 2005, Paddy Reilly moved to the United States, and Patsy Watchorn joined the group. Watchorn made a name for himself with The Dublin City Ramblers; like Kelly, he accompanies his songs on the five-string banjo.
The band toured Europe every year. A planned tour of Denmark two weeks after the death of McKenna on 5 April 2012 went ahead as planned. From the first show in Copenhagen on 18 April onwards he was replaced by the Irish banjo player Gerry O'Connor.
The band celebrated their 50th anniversary with an extensive year-long European tour and the release of a live DVD recorded live at Dublin's Vicar Street.
In the fall of 2012 the band announced their retirement, effective after their 50th anniversary shows at the end of the year. The Dubliners played the final shows at Vicar Street in Dublin on 28/29/30 December 2012 the band were joined by former band member Jim McCann.
The band made their final TV appearence in the UK on the BBC's New Year's Eve edition of Jools Holland Annual Hootenanny' on 31 December. Their last public appearance as the Dubliners was on 27 January 2013 in memory of Barney McKenna. The remaining members Sean Cannon, Eamonn Campbell, Patsy Watchorn and Gerry O'Connor continue to tour Europe in 2013/14.
People probably don't recognize what The Dubliners have meant to the world of music. By the way, not only the world of music, but the world as a whole. They have first of all paved the way for dozens of bands from Ireland and Scotland, like the Chieftains, the Pogues, U2, Ossian, the Fureys and so on. The number of artists that list The Dubliners as one of their major influences and idols, is endless. They have brought folk music to millions of people all over the world, people who never would have been interested at all. That isn't only because of the folk music, the instrumentals alone, it's because of The Dubliners, their astonishing voices, their undescribable instrumentals, the wild life style and drinking, late sessions, their enormous beards, their extensive touring, their charisma and characters. It was, and still is to a certain extent, a blend the world will never see again.
The Dubliners have brought Ireland to the world in a way that no emigration has, they have brought the world to Ireland, and they have brought people all over the world closer together. Whenever it ends, the world will never be the same again.
Lark in the morning
The Dubliners Lyrics
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She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her
Breast
And like the jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her
Wings
Oh, Roger the ploughboy he is a dashing blade
He met with pretty Susan, she's handsome I declare
She is far more enticing then the birds all in the air
The lark in the morning she rises off her nest
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her
Breast
And like the jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her
Wings
One evening coming home from the rakes of the town
The meadows been all green and the grass had been cut
Down
As I should chance to tumble all in the new-mown hay
Oh, it's kiss me now or never love, this bonnie lass
Did say
The lark in the morning she rises off her nest
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her
Breast
And like the jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her
Wings
When twenty long weeks they were over and were past
Her mommy chanced to notice how she thickened round the
Waist
It was the handsome ploughboy, the maiden she did say
For he caused for to tumble all in the new-mown hay
The lark in the morning she rises off her nest
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her
Breast
And like the jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her
Wings
Here's a health to y'all ploughboys wherever you may be
That likes to have a bonnie lass a sitting on his knee
With a jug of good strong porter you'll whistle and
You'll sing
For a ploughboy is as happy as a prince or a king
The lark in the morning she rises off her nest
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her
Breast
And like the jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her
Wings
The Dubliners' song "Lark in the Morning" is a traditional Irish song that tells of the joyful and carefree life of a ploughboy and the lark that sings in the morning. The song opens with an image of the lark rising off her nest in the morning with the dew on her breast and wings. She sings and whistles like the ploughboy, who is described as dashing and handsome, as he works in the fields. The ploughboy meets a pretty maiden and they fall in love in the meadow among the new-mown hay. The song ends with a toast to all ploughboys who are fortunate enough to have a bonnie lass in their lives.
The song is filled with imagery of the natural world and the simple pleasures of life. It is a celebration of the beauty of nature and the joys of love and companionship. The lark is a symbol of freedom and happiness, and the ploughboy represents the honest, hardworking folk who make their living close to the land. The image of the dew on the lark's breast and wings is particularly poignant, suggesting the fragile beauty of life and the passing of time.
Line by Line Meaning
The lark in the morning she rises off her nest
Every morning, the lark emerges from her nest to greet the day
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her Breast
At dusk, the lark returns to her nest with dew drops on her chest
And like the jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings
Similar to the carefree ploughboy, the lark happily sings and chirps
Oh, Roger the ploughboy he is a dashing blade
Roger is a charming and handsome ploughboy
He goes whistling and singing over yonder leafy shade
Roger strolls through the shady trees, whistling and singing
He met with pretty Susan, she's handsome I declare
Roger encountered attractive Susan, who is quite stunning
She is far more enticing then the birds all in the air
Susan's beauty surpasses even that of the birds flying above
One evening coming home from the rakes of the town
As he was returning from the town's festivities one evening
The meadows been all green and the grass had been cut Down
The fields were lush and green with freshly mown grass
As I should chance to tumble all in the new-mown hay
When Roger happened to stumble and fall into the newly cut hay
Oh, it's kiss me now or never love, this bonnie lass Did say
The attractive Susan urged him to kiss her, the opportunity being fleeting
When twenty long weeks they were over and were past
After twenty weeks elapsed
Her mommy chanced to notice how she thickened round the Waist
Susan's mother noticed that her waist had thickened, indicating pregnancy
It was the handsome ploughboy, the maiden she did say
Susan revealed that Roger was the father of her unborn child
For he caused for to tumble all in the new-mown hay
Roger had impregnated Susan during their passionate encounter in the field
Here's a health to y'all ploughboys wherever you may be
A toast to all the carefree ploughboys out in the world
That likes to have a bonnie lass a sitting on his knee
Who enjoy having a beautiful woman sitting on their lap
With a jug of good strong porter you'll whistle and You'll sing
With a jug of delicious, strong porter, ploughboys are content to sing and be merry
For a ploughboy is as happy as a prince or a king
Despite not possessing wealth or royalty, ploughboys are just as content and happy
Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: HILL, TRADITIONAL, WILTSCHINSKY
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@Victor-nw3ge
The lark in the morning she rises off her nest
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her
Breast
And like the jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her
Wings
Oh, Roger the ploughboy he is a dashing blade
He goes whistling and singing over yonder leafy shade
He met with pretty Susan, she's handsome I declare
She is far more enticing then the birds all in the air
The lark in the morning she rises off her nest
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her
Breast
And like the jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her
Wings
One evening coming home from the rakes of the town
The meadows been all green and the grass had been cut
Down
As I should chance to tumble all in the new-mown hay
Oh, it's kiss me now or never love, this bonnie lass
Did say
The lark in the morning she rises off her nest
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her
Breast
And like the jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her
Wings
When twenty long weeks they were over and were past
Her mommy chanced to notice how she thickened round the
Waist
It was the handsome ploughboy, the maiden she did say
For he caused for to tumble all in the new-mown hay
The lark in the morning she rises off her nest
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her
Breast
And like the jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her
Wings
Here's a health to y'all ploughboys wherever you may be
That likes to have a bonnie lass a sitting on his knee
With a jug of good strong porter you'll whistle and
You'll sing
For a ploughboy is as happy as a prince or a king
The lark in the morning she rises off her nest
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her
Breast
And like the jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her
Wings
@JonDoe-vd1iu
Please put this in desctiption :)The Dubliners - The Lark In The Morning lyrincs
The lark in the morning she rises off her nest
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her breast
and lithe the jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her wings
oh, Roger the ploughboy he is a dashing blade
he goes whistling and singing over yonder leafy shade
Oh met with pretty Susan, she's handsome I declare
the lark in the morning she rises off her nest She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her breast
and like the jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her breast
one evening coming home from the rakes of the town
the meadows been all green and the grass had been cut
down
as I should chance to tumble all in the new-mown hay
oh, it's kiss me now or never, this bonnie lass
did say
the lark in the morning she rises off her nest
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her breast
and like the jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings
she goes home in the evening with the dew all on her
wings
when twenty long weeks, they were over and had passed
her mommy chanced to notice how she thickened round the
waist
it was the handsome ploughboy, the maiden she did say
for he caused for to tumble all in the new mown hay
the lark in the morning she rises off her nest
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her breast
and like the jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings
she goes home in the evening with the dew all on her
wings
here's a health to y'all ploughboys wherever you may be
that likes to have a bonnie lass a sitting on his knee
with a jug of good strong porter you'll whistle and you'll sing
for a ploughboy is as happy as a prince or a king
the lark in the morning she rises off her nest
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her breast
and like the jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings
she goes home in the evening with the dew all on her
wings
@freemindthinkerezrapound5071
No matter where the song comes from until the dubliners sing it you will never hear it beyond it's village
@Haselfuchs
When I found out I was pregnant, that was the first song in my mind!!! How poetic to compare the pregnancy with the carer Lark making her nest....I LOVE THE IRISH BECAUSE THEY ARE DEEP AND FUNNY BOTH TIMES.
@denismurray868
the unmistakable voice of Jim Mc Cann RIP old friend
@TheKBSeriesAuthor
This song is so catchy! I can't stop humming it after listening or even thinking about it. I can't usually listen to it just once but several in a row. Lol! This is my favorite Irish song.
@Wotsitorlabart
It's an English folk song.
@ElaineDean-jd5mv
It’s an English folk song.
@ChoppingtonOtter
If I think about this song I end up whistling it all day long :-)
@TheKBSeriesAuthor
Lolololol! Same here! It is so catchy!
@jaxonz
i dont care no one likes you@@TheKBSeriesAuthor
@MCDLHOTP
RIP Jim McCann, such a fantastic musician!