Track name: DUBLIN IN THE GREEN A
Trackcode: SCDV049107
Composer: DP, John Gregory Knowles (Arr.), Ben Gunnery (Arr.), Michael James Taylor (Arr.), Christopher Edward Knowles (Arr.)
アーティスト: John Gregory Knowles, Michael James Taylor, Ben Gunnery, Christopher Knowles
EAN/GTIN: 4020771157914
ISRC: DE-B63-15-79107
Album name: MYTHICAL REALMS - John Gregory Knowles
Catalogue number: SCDV0491
Label: Sonoton Vanguard - SCDV
LC number: 07573
Spirited 'The Dubliners' style vocal version of this famous republican recruiting song, sometimes called 'The Merry Ploughboy'. 120 bpm (Amaj)
Recorded at Fluffy Gonk Studios, London and Snake Ranch, London, UK by Greg Knowles. Mixed by Andreas von Gagern at INTERSOUND Studios, Munich, Germany. Mixing producer: David Santiago.
Musicians: Greg Knowles (percussion, cimbalom, dulcimer (Irish tiompan) & programming), Mike Taylor (penny whistle, low whistle, flute, alto flute, descant/alto/tenor/bass recorders, didgeridoo & vocals), Ben Gunnery (violin, mandolin, bouzouki, low whistle & vocals), Dermot Crehan (violin, viola & hardanger fiddle), Claire Docherty (volin & viola), Frank Schaefer (cello, electric cello, acoustic guitar & double bass), Chris Knowles (vocals, acoustic guitar, French horn & tuba), Geraldine Gilmartin (vocals) and Gabriella Dall'Olio (harp)
Special thanks to Micheal O Bhrion Mhuimhneachain for translating the Gaelic lyrics.
Mastered by Wolfgang Meyscheider at digital music & media, Traunwalchen.
Artwork: Katerina Pingiou
Oh I am a merry ploughboy and I plough the fields all day
Till a sudden thought came to my mind that I should run away
Well I've always hated slavery since the day that I was born
So I am off to join the I.R.A. I am off tomorrow morn.
And we're all off to Dublin in the green, in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bay'nets flash the riffles crash
To the rattle of a Thompson gun.
I'll leave aside me pick and spade, and I'll leave aside me plough
I'll leave aside my old grey mare, for no more I need them now
And I'll leave aside my Mary, she's the girl that I adore
Well I wonder if she'll think of me when she hears the cannons roar.
And we're all off to Dublin in the green, in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bay'nets flash the riffles crash
To the rattle of a Thompson gun.
And when this war is over, and dear old Ireland's free
I'll take her to the church to wed and a rebel's wife she'll be
Well some men they fight for silver and some men fight for gold
But the I.R.A. are fighting for the land that that England stole.
And we're all off to Dublin in the green, in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bay'nets flash and the riffles crash
To the rattle of a Thompson gun.