Web-To Youth(My Sweet Roisin Dubh) Verse 1: Tell me [C]why must a man be of [G]service To his [C]lord and the god seldom [G]high From the [C]grave spring the name of our [G]fathers But there's no [C]glint in a [Am]dead man's [D]eye Tell me [C]why are our fields filled with [G]hunger And f[C]ruitless the crop bitter [G]soil Verse 1: Tell me [C]why must a man be WebTo youth lyrics by Flogging Molly. SongVerses. Music Genres; About; To youth ... no longer speak Until time can live on our all forgotten songs That's when I and we will sing again So goodbye to my love, my sweet Roisin Dubh Goodbye now until we meet again ()3x A:5--3-2-5-0-2---2--0--2--3-2-0 E:-----3 Tell me why must our grief still be ...

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WebSo goodbye to my love, my sweet Roisin Dubh Goodbye now until we meet again Tell me why must our grief still be greiving For a language that never spoke it's loss But this tongue speak with fire will tear down the barb wire Rip the belly from the waxy ghost So it's to youth I sing you this story And it's of youth I sing it now WebAnd fruitless the crop bitter soil. So I say my farewell to a nation. As the leaf waves goodbye to it's son. So it's to youth I sing you this story. And it's of youth I sing it now. Like the train that derails without warning. I must leave what I left far behind. So goodbye, sweet Roisin Dubh. I say goodbye. bäckerei simon leese

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Róisín Dubh has been frequently performed and recorded, both in its own native Irish and translated into English. (However, quality of the translations vary greatly, from strict ones to those bearing no relationship to the original Irish.) It has been sung by numerous Irish traditional singers including the late Joe Heaney and Maighread Ní Dhomhnaill, as well as in genres ranging from classical to rock and jazz. WebTo Youth (My Sweet Roisin Dubh) WebSo goodbye to my love, my sweet Roisin Dubh Goodbye now until we meet again Tell me why must our grief still be greiving For a language that never spoke it's loss But this tongue speak with fire will tear down the barb wire And Rip the belly from the waxy ghost So it's to youth I sing you this story And it's of youth I sing it now lexikon ukrainska