Preab San Ol The Dubliners
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Why spend your leisure bereft of pleasure?
Amassing treasure, why scrape and save?
Why look so canny at every penny?
You'll take no money within the grave
Landlords and gentry with all their plenty
Must still go empty where e'er they're bound
So to my thinking we'd best be drinking
Our glasses clinking and round and round
Is iomaí slí sin do bhíos ag daoine
Ag cruinniú píosaí is ag déanamh stóir
'S a laghad a smaoiníos ar ghiorra a’ tsaoil seo
Go mbeidh siad sínte faoi an leac go fóill
Más tiarna tíre, diúc no rí thú
Ní cuirfear pingin leat ‘s tú ‘dul faoin bhfód
Mar sin is dá bhrí sin, níl beart níos críonna
Ná bheith go síoraí ag cur preab san ól
King Solomon's glory, so famed in story
Was far outshone by the lily's guise
But hard winds harden both field and garden
Pleading for pardon, the lily dies
Life's but a bauble of toil and trouble
The feathered arrow, once shot ne'er found
So lads and lasses, because life passes
Come fill your glasses for another round
Amassing treasure, why scrape and save?
Why look so canny at every penny?
You'll take no money within the grave
Landlords and gentry with all their plenty
Must still go empty where e'er they're bound
So to my thinking we'd best be drinking
Our glasses clinking and round and round
Is iomaí slí sin do bhíos ag daoine
Ag cruinniú píosaí is ag déanamh stóir
'S a laghad a smaoiníos ar ghiorra a’ tsaoil seo
Go mbeidh siad sínte faoi an leac go fóill
Más tiarna tíre, diúc no rí thú
Ní cuirfear pingin leat ‘s tú ‘dul faoin bhfód
Mar sin is dá bhrí sin, níl beart níos críonna
Ná bheith go síoraí ag cur preab san ól
King Solomon's glory, so famed in story
Was far outshone by the lily's guise
But hard winds harden both field and garden
Pleading for pardon, the lily dies
Life's but a bauble of toil and trouble
The feathered arrow, once shot ne'er found
So lads and lasses, because life passes
Come fill your glasses for another round
"Preab San Ol" by The Dubliners is a traditional Irish folk song released in 1967. The lyrics express themes of longing and nostalgia, capturing the essence of Irish culture and the bittersweet nature of memory. The song features lively instrumentation, including traditional Irish instruments like the fiddle and bodhrán, creating an energetic and engaging atmosphere. Its cultural impact is significant, as it celebrates Irish heritage and has been embraced in folk music circles, inspiring many artists. #Folk
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