

Kaninyo nakig uban-uban sa gisaulog nga kalingawanīalitaw day akong puhunan mao’y kabilin sa akong ginikananĪwit nga labing karaan nga mao’y garbo sa kabunturanĪre any of those songs familiar to you? Did your mom ever sing you to sleep too? I wonder what I will be singing to my own baby someday. Then here is one song which I thought was also a folk song till I recently found out that it’s actually sang by Pilita Corales.Īnia si Rosas Pandan gikan pa intawon sa kabukiran They don’t make sense, do they? Or maybe they’re supposed to have some sort of hidden meaning I don’t know about. Pag-abot sa pantalan ang buktot nabunalan Misinggit ang kapitan ang buktot naligpitan Here are a couple of Bisaya versions (parodies?) of Tagalog folk songs: Sangpiton dili mutingog, dili mutingog kay bungol man So take away the flowers that you gave meīut more interesting than those old songs are the Bisaya folk songs. With tender looks that I mistook for love

Though I was sitting there they didn’t seeĪnd so they sat right down in front of meĪnd in the middle of the colored cartoon, I started to cry. I saw my darling and my bestfriend walk in. They turned out the lights and turned the projector onĪnd just as the news of the world started to begin Spaniard musicians introduced new style of. The Visayan music is Spanish-influenced because the Spaniards colonized the Philippines for a long period of time. This song is sung to coordinate the labor of a group of people. You said you had to work so I went to the show alone It is a Visayan folk song usually in triple time and comes from the word berita which means narration. But it was much much later that I heard someone else sing the second song, when Jolina Magdangal revived it. Then I realized no, when I heard the actual version of the first song. Next up are two songs she always sang one after the other, so at first I thought that they were related. Till he met a cheating girl who brought him tragedy. I’ve never heard the actual song, though, only my mom’s version. How many of them do you even know? The reason why I’m asking is because I once entered the title of the first song below, “Run Samson Run,” in a charades game, and everybody went “Where on earth did you get that song?!?” But it does exist, everyone.

Here are some of the songs she sang, all lyrics written down by memory, so pardon if they’re wrong. Her songs weren’t exactly your average songs, though, or maybe it was just because of the generation gap (37 years). So my mom used to sing me songs while patting my thigh to lull me to slumber. The original copy of the entertaining video, which shows the closeness between the parents and their daughter, was viewed over 1 million times while the reposted one garnered almost half-a-million views in just two days.When I was a child, or maybe I should say ever since I was a child because I still have a problem until now, I had a hard time falling asleep. "OMG!! My Dad cracks me up in this video!! 7 Years ago in Holland, Mum and I are singing a Filipino folk song, and my Dad comes along and steals the show! HAHAHAHA!!!"

In the caption of her video posted in July last year, Irene said: Irene and her mother performed the Visayan folk song titled "Dalaga" (lass) which is about an innocent, lovely young woman who was adored by men in the province because of her captivating beauty and sweet smile. "I am extremely overwhelmed by your sweet comments and kind words. "I just want to say a huge Thank You to everyone who has taken the time to watch our videos and have a laugh! I really appreciate the warm greetings from you all," she said in a Facebook post on July 8. The Filipino-Dutch family earned praises-the mother and daughter tandem in particular for their amazing voices and vocal blending-from Facebook users especially those who understand the dialect.Įntertainer Irene Bosmans, the daughter, thanked those who watched the video taken eight years ago in Holland. This viral video features mom and daughter singing a Visayan folk song while dad is dancing and making funny gestures in the background.
