Uno de los pilares musicales en Festivaleros! entronca sin duda con nuestra pasión por la música tradicional irlandesa. Ya sean cuatro músicos tocando en la esquina de un pub o alguien contando historias entonándolas acapella en un pueblo perdido entre acantilados verdes. Ya sea viendo a los míticos Dubliners en un teatro, enfrente de un escenario en un festival donde se hacen versiones de clásicos irlandeses, escuchando a The Pogues reinventar el género o pegando saltos como locos con Flogging Molly o Dropkick Murphys en la "punkificación" del mismo.
Hemos hecho todas esas cosas y, con sus diferencias, todas tienen algo en común.
Ese algo que nos despierta un sentimiento por una cultura que no es la nuestra, pero que también es nuestra. Porque es popular, porque emparenta con otras músicas populares, de celebración, de lamento y de conservación de la propia historia. Y porque tiene una magia especial.
Hoy lo celebramos especialmente, porque hoy es St. Patrick's Day. Un día que aunque se haya desvirtuado un poco comido por la masificación, sigue siendo un día especial en el que el sentimiento irlandés se celebra en cada rincón del planeta y cada rincón se torna verde y los leprechauns hacen de las suyas.
Os dejamos para celebrarlo Rocky Road To Dublin, una canción que muchos conoceréis por las pelis de Sherlock Holmes pero que se escribió a finales del siglo diecinueve y desde entonces ha sido una de las más versionadas de la historia. Luke Kelly, carismático cantante y fundador de The Dubliners decía que si quieres hablar bien inglés tienes que ser capaz de cantar bien esta canción. Os dejamos la versión de The Pogues y la letra más abajo para que lo intentéis.
🍀🍀🍀 Happy St Patrick's Day!!! 🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀 Beannachtaí na Féile Pádraig! 
💚🍀Festivaleros!
Rocky Road To Dublin
Letra
Twas in the merry month of June from me home I started
Left the girls of Tuam 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, leave where I was born
Cut the stout black thorn to be on the shores to Dublin
Brand new pair of brogues rattlin' o'er the bogs
Fightin' all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, whack follol de rah
In Mullingar that night I rested tired and weary
Left the room next morning feeling bright and airy
Had a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinking
That's a Paddy's cure whene'er he's on the drinking
See the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin'
Asked me was I hired, wages I required
Till I was sick and 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 way to Dublin, whack follol de rah
In Dublin next arrived I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city
When I took a stroll all among the quality
Me bundle it was stole in the neat locality
Something crossed me mind when I looked behind
No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin'
Asking for the rogue, they called me Connaught brogue
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 way to Dublin, whack follol de rah
From there I got away, me spirits never failing
Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing.
The Captain at me roared that no more room had he
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy
Down among the pigs, played some hearty rigs
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin'
When off Holyhead wished that I 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 way to Dublin, whack follol de rah
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 nigh and saw I was a hobblin'
With a loud "hurray!" joined in the affray
Quietly 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 way to Dublin
Whack follol de rah
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