I probably won't be able to put this adequately into words, but there's something about Irish music that so impeccably conjures up feelings of agony and hope, as though it carries with it the weight of hundreds of years of sadness, perseverance and raw brutal grit
How have I just discovered Dan McCabe 💚 I havnt stopped listening to his music since . Irish & Country music is my fav! It's the only music where you listen to every word being sung. 🎵 Unreal 🤩
Dan every song you sing sham you do it well but I must say I take my hat too for this one respect too you boy and long love the king rest in paradise luke Kelly
You have a voice sent from the Gods my friend very gifted all I can say... I'm an islander and I love listening to this kind of music... Keep the videos coming BROTHER!
Probably the best most traditional natural voice you have there man wow !! Like listening to luke Kelly really 🤔 just never stop singing please specially not irish folk music 💚💚💚
DanMcCabe Music I will indeed lad, thanks for asking. He was telling me your voice reminded him of the music he used to listen to when he was a young ‘chap’. It’s a shame there’s not much left of it anymore. Appreciate ya man keep her lit
Love it Dan. I would love to be able to play your version of this. What do you have your guitar tuned too? Is that a capo on the 2nd Fret? Thanks a mil 🙏
@@danmccabemusic5673 Dan would love to hear Peggy Gordon what do you think of that by Luke Kelly you like a love child of him Joking 😳😳😂😂but what a pair of Voices keep up the great work 💪🏻☘️☘️☘️
A hungry feeling Came o'er me stealing And the mice were squealing In my prison cell And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal To begin the morning The screw was bawling "Get up ya loser and clean up your cell!" And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal Now the screw was peeping As the lag lay sleeping Dreaming about his girl Sal And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal Oh! the wind was rising And the day declining As a lady, I'm praying In my prison cell And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal In the female prison There are 75 women And among them now, I wish I did dwell Then that auld triangle could go jingle-jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal
Brilliant as always Dan, a bucket of gravel in that voice, it's a real pity neighbor that I can't get u to sing some of my original lyrics, u could really knock them out of the ballpark. :)
