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This is one of those songs in the Book of Song which I inherited from Mainlia and never took the time to look at. I am quite glad I decided to do so tonight. After a version by James Connolly, though he does it in the far more accessible key of B, I wanted this song in a higher register.
Come [F] all you [C7] maidens young and [F] fair,
all [F] you that are [Am] blooming in your [C7] prime
and [F] always [F7] beware to keep your [Bb] garden [C7] fair,
let [F] no man [C7] steal away your [F] thyme.
For thyme it is a precious thing
and thyme brings all things to mind.
Thyme with all its flavors, along with all its joys,
thyme brings all things to my mind.
Once I had a bunch of thyme.
I thought it never would decay.
Then came a lusty sailor, who chanced to pass my way
and stole my bunch of thyme away.
(Chorus)
The sailor gave to me a rose,
a rose that never would decay.
He gave it to me to keep reminded
of when he stole my thyme away.
(Chorus)
A [G] grazing Mace! How [C] sweet the [G] sound
it [G] is a friend to [D7] me.
I [G] once swords crossed, but [C] now Ive [G] found
Its a [G] grazing [D7] mace for [G] me.
My sword it could, but hack and slash
and slay a foe or three
but with my mace I crush and smash
its a grazing mace for me
I swung it once I swung it twice
his sword it went sniker-snee
but then my mace, it found its mark
he now has but one knee
my mace it opens doors for me
it clears my path to eat.
It finds its way into men's hearts
and lays them at my feet
A grazing Mace! How sweet the sound
it is a friend to me.
I once swords crossed, but now Ive found
Its a grazing mace for me.
***To the tune of... aw, forget it***
Norseland Songbook Project
Fall Thyng, 1988
When [G] boyhood's fire was in my blood
I [C] read of ancient [G] freemen,
For Greece and Rome who bravely stood,
Three [Am] hundred men and [D] three men;
And then I prayed I yet might see
Our [C] fetters rent in [B7] twain,
And [C] Ireland, long a [Am] province, be.
A [G] Nation [D7] once [G] again!
A Nation once a- [C] gain,
A [Am] Nation once a- [D7] gain,
And [G] Ireland, long a [C] provence, [D] be
A [G] Nation [D] once a- [G] gain!
And from that time, through wildest woe,
That hope has shone a far light,
Nor could love's brightest summer glow
Outshine that solemn starlight;
It seemed to watch above my head
In forum, field and fane,
Its angel voice sang round my bed,
A Nation once again!
It whisper'd too, that freedom's ark
And service high and holy,
Would be profaned by feelings dark
And passions vain or lowly;
For, Freedom comes from God's right hand,
And needs a Godly train;
And righteous men must make our land
A Nation once again!
So, as I grew from boy to man,
I bent me to that bidding
My spirit of each selfish plan
And cruel passion ridding;
For, thus I hoped some day to aid,
Oh, can such hope be vain ?
When my dear country shall be made
A Nation once again!
Written by Thomas Davis (1814-1845), leader of the Young Ireland Movement of the 1840s. Davis, the son of an English army surgeon was one of the first to use the format of the ballad to encourage Irish nationhood.
capo 2 (starts in Bm)
[chorus]
[Am] Ai-lie Bain [G] o' the glen,
[G] bonnie lassie, winsome lassie;
[Am] Ai-lie Bain [G] o' the glen,
[C] Wha' could [Em] help but [Am] lo'e her? [Wha' = Who]
[Am] Here wi'lips fore- [G]tok'ning kisses, [fore-tok'ning = worn out with?]
[Am] waiting dull and [G] wear-ie;
[Am] 'Tis nae won-der [G] my heart's wish is
[C] Quickly [Em] come my [Am] dear-ie.
[chorus]
A' the lads are daft a-boot ye;
A' the bardies praise ye;
Were I ane my-sel', I doubt na
I'd gang rhym'in crazy. [gang = go]
[chorus]
On the cauld nichts tho' my plaid-ie
Shel-ter'd us but spare-ly,
Yet my part-in' frae be-side ye [frae = from]
Seem'd tae come owre ear-ly. [owre = over, too]
[chorus]
What tho' mon-ied cuifs en-deav-or [cuifs = dolts]
Wi' their gowd tae lure ye; [gowd = gold]
True tae me yer heart beats ev-er;
Ne'er shall they se-cure ye!
[chorus]
From the gaelic of Evan MacColl (The Lochfyne Bard), Translated by Malcolm MacFarlane. Air from the 'Celtic Lyre' arranged by Helen Hopekirk, 1905.
(Chorus)
And its [F] all for me grog
me [Bb] jolly jolly [F] grog
all gone for beer and [C] tobacco
well I [F] spent all me tin
on the [Bb] lassies drinkin' [F] gin
far [F] across the western [C] ocean I must [C7] wan-[F] der
So now where is me shirt
me noggin, noggin shirt
all gone for beer and tobacco
the collar is all torn
and the front is kind of worn
and the tails are looking out for better weather
(Chorus)
And now where are me boots
me noggin, noggin boots
all gone for beer and tobacco
the uppers are all torn
and the heels are kind of worn
and the soles are looking out for better weather
(Chorus)
Well, I'm sick in the head
and I haven't been to bed
since I came ashore with me plunder
I've seen centipedes and snakes
and I'm full of pains and aches
and I think I'll make a path for way out yonder...
(Chorus 2X)
I first heard this by the Clancy Brothers with Tommy Makem
Alternate verses submitted by Guthrum
Well, our money was all spent so to our ship we went, The sea, it looked like whiskey; 'twas an omen, For we set out to find Cathay, but we washed up far away, On the bonny, bonny banks of Loch Lomond. Where is me wife, me noggin, noggin wife She's all sold for beer and tobacco You see her front it was worn out and her tail I kicked about And I'm sure she's lookin' out for better weather Where is me bed, me noggin, noggin bed It's all sold for beer and tobacco You see I sold it to the girls until the springs were all in twirls And the sheets they're lookin' out for better weather Where is me wench, me noggin noggin wench She's all gone for beer and tobacco Well her (clap) is all worn out and her (clap) is knocked about And her (clap) is looking out for better weather...
Alternate kid-friendly verses submitted by Guthrum:
"And what I’ve been singing to the kids as I brush their teeth:"
And it’s all for me teeth, me pear-ly white teeth All gone to dentists and toothbrushes Well I brush ‘em every night, and in the mornin’ brush ‘em twice And every now and then I floss them.
by the Saw Doctors. Not a traditional or medieval tune, but refers to the ancient history of Tuam in the third verse, and the chorus refers to how Tuam got it's name.
[G] I'm from the [D] town drenched in [G] football and [C] rain
that [G] fathered the [D] terrible [G] twins
tom [G] murphy the foot-[D] baller, [G] playwright and [C] singer
[G] he left to [D] spread his wide [G] wings
where the [G] dance halls once buzzing with [D] shifts and refusals
stand [G] silent dejected and [G] [D] cold
where they [G] played basket-[D] ball for a [G] longer [C] duration
than [G] anywhere [D] else in the [G] world
chorus:
[G] we're all the [C] way from [D] Tuam
[G] all the [C] way from [D] Tuam
with a [C] rock solid spirit, that'll [D] never be broken
there's [C] songs to be sung, and there's [D] words to be spoken
from the [C]town that was built, where the [D] cart wheel was broken
[G] we're all the [C] way from [D] Tuam
[G] all the [C] way from [D] Tuam
where we'd spend all the weekends to help pass the winter
playing soccer above in parkmore
or we'd travel away for a match into galway
in the swamp or out in renmore
they'd be calling us smokies the lads from the city
but l didn't care what they called me
just plank it in lively across for the noodle, [Cross the ball quick for a header]
sham his jills with the k.d's a gomey [the goalie with the hat is an idiot]
chorus:
We're all the way from Tuam,
all the way from Tuam
with a rock solid spirit, that'll never be broken
there's songs to be sung, and there's words to be spoken
I still remember, the white star being open
we're all the way from Tuam,
all the way from Tuam
Break
G C D
G C D
C D
C D
Here in the town where the high king once ruled
with the wisdom of ages gone by
the grey stone cathedral spires are dwarfed
by a tall metal tower in the sky
Where the traveller's are settling, and the settled gone travelling
the pubs full of gossip and rumour
you'll never better the people of Tuam
for their power, passion, packets and humour
chorus:
We're all the way from Tuam
all the way from Tuam
with a rock solid spirit, that'll never be broken
there's songs to be sung, and there's words to be spoken
from the town that was built, where the cart wheel was broken
no matter where you're from, everyone local! (no music this line)
we're all the way from Tuam
all the way from Tuam
Break
G C D
G C D
C D
C D
At [F] Mill O Tiftie thair [C] lived a man
In the [Dm] neighbourhod o [G] Fyvie
An he [F] had a [C] lovely [Dm] dochter [Am] fair
An her [Dm] name wis [Am] Bonnie [Dm] Annie
Lord Fyvie he had a trumpeter
An his name wis Andrew Lammie
He had the airt tae win the hert
O Mill o Tiftie's Annie
Her mither caad her tae the door,
"Come here tae me, my Annie
Did ere ye see a fairer man
Than the trumpeter o Fyvie?"
At nicht whan aa were tae thair beds
Thae slept fou sound but Annie,
For luve oppressed her tender breast
Thinkin o Andrew Lammie
"For it's luve comes in at my bedside
An luve lies doun aside me
Luve has oppressed my tender breast
An luve will waste my body"
"It's up an doun in Tiftie's den
Faur the burn rins clear an bonnie
A've aften gaen tae meet my luve
Ma ain dear Andrew Lammie"
He's hied him tae the hill sae high
The hilltop high o Fyvie
He blew his trumpet loud an shrill
Twas heard at Mill o Tiftie
Her faither he struck her wondrous sair
An likewise did her mither
Her sisters thae did scorn as weill
But wae be tae her brither
For her brither he struck her wondrous sair
Wi cruel straiks an mony
He brak her back agin the door
For her ain Andrew Lammie
"O mither dear, gae mak ma bed
An lay ma face tae Fyvie
Thair A'll lie an thair A'll die
For sake o Andrew Lammie"
capo 2nd fret
I've heard the Boys of the Lough version above. It seems like a much shortened version of that given in English and Scottish ballads Ed. by Francis James Child. Author: Child, Francis James, ed. 1825-1896.
[G7] Max [C] welton's braes are [F] bonnie, where [C] early [D7] falls the [G7] dew
and its [C] there that Annie [F] Laurie gave [C] me her [F+6] pro [G7] mise [C] true
[G7] Gave [C] me her [G] promise [C] true
[G] Which [Am] ne'er for [Dm] got will [E] be
[G7] and for [Am] bonnie [F] Annie [C] Laurie
[E7] I'd [Am] lay me [F+6] down [G7] and [C] dee
Her brow is like the snowdrift, her throat is like the swan
her face it is the fairest, that e'er the sun shone on
That e'er the sun shone on
and dark blue is her e'e
and for bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me down and dee
Like dew on the gowan lying, is the fa' o'her fairy feet
and like winds in summer sighing, her voice is low and sweet
Her voice is low and sweet
and she's a' the world to me
and for bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me down and dee
*** by William Douglas, 1685 for Sir Robert Laurie's daughter
became a very popular ballad during the Crimean War ***
(But for Ireland, I won't tell her name.)
Theres a [D] home by the [Em7] wide Avon- [D]more [G D],
That would [D] sweep o'er the [Em7] broad open [A] sea [A w/G,F#,E],
And wide [D] rivers where the [Em7] waves wash [D] ashore [G D],
Whilst bul- [G]rushes they [A] wave to the [D] breeze.
Where the [D] green ivy [Bm] clings round the [G] door,
And the [Bm] birds [A] sweetly [G] sing [D w/F#] on each [Em7] tree [A],
O me [D] darling they're [Em7] tuning their [D] notes [G D],
Is ar [G] Eirinn [A] ní neosfain cé [D] hí.
Like a sick man that longs for the dawn,
I do long for the light of her smile,
And I pray for my own cailín bán,
While Im waiting for her by the stile.
O Id climb all the hills of this land,
And I'd swim all the depths of the sea,
To get one kiss from her lily-white hand,
Is ar Éirinn ní neosfainn cé hí.
I have toiled sore those years of my life,
Through storm, through sunshine and rain,
And I surely would venture my life,
For to shield her one moment from pain,
For she being my comfort in life,
Though my comfort and joy she may be,
She's my own she is my promised wife,
Is ar Éirinn ní neosfainn cé hí.
O but when I will call her my own,
And it's married we both then will be,
Like the King and the Queen on their throne,
We'll be living in sweet unity,
O its then I'll have a home of my own,
And I'll rear up a nice family.
O it's then that her name will be known,
But for Ireland I won't tell her name.
Requested by Fionnuala at Beltaine, 2006. Found on the album 'At the End of the Day' by Dervish. I found the lyrics posted by Aisling McKinnet in rec.music.celtic Wed, Jul 22 1998, guitar chords put in by Comyn. Em7 is {0 2 0 0 0 0}, D/F# is {2 x 0 2 3 2} (I use my thumb for the F# on the low E string), A w/G {3 0 2 2 2 x}, A w/F# {2 x 2 2 2 x}, A w/E {1 x 2 2 2 x}
They are in C# on the album, so if you tune your guitar down a half step, these chords will work if you want to play along.
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Oh, [G] me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride
As [C] we went a-[G] walking down [D] by the sea- [C] side
Now, [G] mark what followed and what did betide
For it being on Christmas [D] morning...
Out [G] for recreation, we went on a tramp
And we [C] met Sergeant [G] Napper and [D] Corporal [C] Vamp
And a [G] little wee drummer, intending to camp
For the day being pleasant and [D] char- [G] ming.
"Good morning ! Good morning!" the sergeant did cry
"And the same to you gentlemen!" we did reply,
Intending no harm but meant to pass by
For it being on Christmas morning.
But says he, "My fine fellows if you will enlist,
It's ten guineas in gold I will slip in your fist
And a crown in the bargain for to kick up the dust
And drink the King's health in the morning.
For a soldier he now leads a very fine life
And he always is blessed with a charming young wife
And he pays all his debts without sorrow or strife
And always lives pleasant and charming...
And a soldier he always is decent and clean
In the finest of clothing he's constantly seen
While other poor fellows go dirty and mean
and sup on thin gruel in the morning."
"But", says Arthur, "I wouldn't be proud of your clothes
For you've only the lend of them as I suppose
And you dare not change them one night, for you know
If you do you'll be flogged in the morning.
And although that's its true we are single and free
we take great delight in our own company
And we have no desire strange faces to see
Although that your offers are charming
And we have no desire to take your advance
All hazards and dangers we barter on chance
For you'd have no scruples for to send us to France
Where we would get shot without warning."
"Oh now!", says the sergeant "I'll have no such chat
And I neither will take it from spouting young brats
For if you insult me with one other word
I'll cut off your heads in the morning."
And then Arthur and I we soon drew our hods
And we scarce gave them time for to draw their own blades
When a trusty shillelagh came over their heads
And bade them take that as fair warning
And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their side
We flung them as far as we could in the tide
"Now take them out, Divils! ", cried Arthur McBride
"And temper their edge in the morning ".
And the little wee drummer we flattened his pow
And we made a football of his rowdeydowdow
Threw it in the tide for to rock and to row
And bade it a tedious returning
And we having no money, paid them off in cracks
And we paid no respect to their two bloody backs
For we lathered them there like a pair of wet sacks
And left them for dead in the morning.
And so to conclude and to finish disputes
We obligingly asked if they wanted recruits
For we were the lads who would give them hard clouts
And bid them look sharp in the morning.
Oh me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride
As we went a walkin' down by the seaside,
Now mark what followed and what did betide
For it being on Christmas morning.
(Trad arranged and adapted Paul Brady). I normally capo this way up on the 6th fret, but keep it in G so I can do hammer ons and pull offs that I like.
After the Clancy Brothers version
As [Am] I Roved out on a [Em] May morning
on a [Am] may morning right [Em] early
I [C] met me love up- [G] on the way
Oh, [Am] Lord but [Em] she was [Am] early
(Chorus:
And she sang
[C] Lithadoo, a lithadoo, a lithadoodle [G] lee
and she [C] hydle upa [G] dee and she [C] hydle on the [Em] dee
and she [Am] landy)
Her boots were black and her stockings were white
and her buckles shown like silver
she had a dark and a rolling eye
and her earrings tipped her shoulder
Chorus
What age are you me bonny me lass?
what age are you me honey?
Quite modestly she answered me
"I'll be seventeen on Sunday"
Chorus
Where do you live me bonny me lass?
where do you live me honey?
In a wee little house at the top of the hill
and I live there with me mommy.
Chorus
If I went up to the top of the hill
when the moon was shining clearly
Would you arise to let me in
and your mommy not to hear ya?
Chorus
So I went up to the top of the hill
when the moon was shining clearly
and she arose to let me in
but her mommy chanced to her her
Chorus
She caught her by the hair of her head
and to the room she brought her
With the butt of a hazel twig
she was the well-beat daughter
Chorus
Will you marry me now, me soldier lad?
Will you marry me now or never?
Will you marry me now, me soldier lad?
Or will ye see me none forever?
Chorus
I can't marry you me bonny me lass
I can't marry you me honey
For I have got a wife at home
and how could I disown her?
Chorus
A pint at night is my delight
and a gallon in the morning
The old women are my heartbreak
and the young ones is me darling
Chorus 2X, Last time acapella
Should [G] auld acquaintance [D] be forgot
And [G] never brought to [C] mind?
Should [G] auld acquaintance [D] be forgot
And [C] days of auld lang [G] syne? [days of old long since]
(Chorus
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne.)
We twa hae run about the braes [... slopes]
And pu'd the gowans fine [... picked the daisies]
But we've wander'd mony a weary foot
Sin' auld lang syne.
We twa hae paidl't in the burn [..paddled in the stream]
Frae morning sun till dine [dinner time]
But seas between us braid hae roar'd [... broad have roared]
Sin' auld lang syne.
And surely ye'll bee your pint staup [... buy your pint cup]
And surely I'll bee mine
And we'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne.
(from Wikipedia) A Scottish poem written by Robert Burns in 1788 and set to the tune of a traditional folk song. The song's Scots title may be translated into English literally as "old long since", or more idiomatically, "long long ago" or "days gone by".
[Am] In 1803 we sailed [C] out to sea
[G] Out from the [D] sweet town of [Am] Derry
For [Am] Australia bound if we [C] didn't all drown
And the [G] marks of our [D] fetters we [Am] carried
In the [D] rusty iron chains bid [C] farewell to our wains
As our [D] good women we left in [C] sorrow
As the [Am] mainsails unfurled our [C] curses we hurled
On the [G] English and [D] thoughts of to- [Am] morrow
at the mouth of the Foyle, bid farewell to the soil
as down below decks we were lying
O'Doherty screamed, woken out of a dream
by vision of bold Robert dying
the sun burnt cruel, as we dished out the gruel
Dan O'connor was down with a fever
sixty rebels today, bound for Botany bay
how many will reach their receiver
(Chorus
[C] Oh, Oh-oh-[G] ooh, I [Am] wish I was [G] back home in [Am] Derry
[C] Oh, Oh-oh-[G] ooh, I [Am] wish I was [G] back home in [Am] Derry)
I cursed them to hell as our bow fought the swell
Our ship danced like a moth in the firelight
White horses rode high as the devil passed by
Taking souls to Hades by twilight.
Five weeks out to sea we were now forty-three
Our comrades we buried each morning.
In our own slime we were lost in a time.
Endless night without dawning.
Oh, Oh-oh-oh, I wish I was back home in Derry
Oh, Oh-oh-oh, I wish I was back home in Derry
Van Dieman's land is a hell for a man
To live out his life in slavery
Where the climate is raw and the gun makes the law
Neither wind nor rain cares for bravery
Twenty years have gone by and I've ended my bond
My comrades' ghosts walk behind me
A rebel I came and I'm still the same
On the cold winds of night you will find me
Oh, Oh-oh-oh, I wish I was back home in Derry
Oh, Oh-oh-oh, I wish I was back home in Derry
Oh, Oh-oh-oh, I wish I was back home in Derry
You may recognize the melody as that used in Gordon Lightfoot's 1976 hit The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. Christy Moore borrowed the tune in 1984 for his adaptation of of a Bobby Sands poem 'The Voyage'./
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capo 2
There [Am] was a bonny ship and she sailed the Spanish [Em] Main
and the [Am] name that they called her by it was the Lady [Em] Jane
but she [Am] went down in a [Em] Gale with her [Am] captain and her [Em] crew
but the [Am] devil brought her up again and set her straight and [Em] true
Lady Jane
He gathered up her men and he stood them in a line
saying "Every man of you is dead, but every man is mine.
For I'm taking me a ship, for to sail the seven seas
I'm taking me a crew for to sail her where I please"
Lady Jane
and from underneath his arm he took his fiddle and his bow
and he struck a note of fire and the Jane began to glow
set your faces to the stormy seas, and bid the land farewell
the Lady Jane has set her sail and set 'em straight for hell
Lady Jane
(fiddle solo)
I'll make your daughters weep 'fore the turning of the tide
I'll make orphans of your sons and widows of your brides
and for a hundred years my boys, I'll wait for your return
and for a hundred years my boys, the Lady Jane will burn
Lady Jane
So the Lady Jane she rolled for a hundred years of more
and we heard her men lamenting as we stood upon the shore
saying "Lucky were the landsmen, but luckier were we
when we lay with the fishes at the bottom of the sea"
Lady Jane
They say you still can see her, if you pass her in the night
Her decks are all on fire, and her sails are turning bright
You can hear the fiddle playing, you can hear the sailors cry
You can hear the devil laughing as the Lady Jane goes by
Lady Jane
Upon Lady Jane will you never come again
with your captain and your crew and all your merry men
or will you sail forever far beyond this side of land
where dead men ride the rigging and the devil's in command
Lady Jane
by Tommy Makem, from his Lonesome Waters album
When [C] I was a [F] young man, I [C] carried my [Am] pack
and I [C] lived the free [G7] life of a [C] rover
From [C] Murrays green [F] basin to the [C] dusty out-[Am] back
I [C] waltzed the [G7] Matilda all [C] over
Then in [G7] Nineteen fifteen my [F] country said [C] "Son,
It's [G7] it's time to stop ramblin', there's [F] work to be [C] done."
So they [C] gave me a [F] tin hat and they [C] gave me a [Am] gun
and they [C] sent me [G7] away to the [C] war
And the [C] band played [F] Waltzing [C] Matilda
As our ship pulled [Dm] away from the [G7] quay (pron. "key")
A-[F] midst all the cheers, the flag-[C] waving and [Am] tears
We [C] sailed off for [G7] Galli- [C] poli
How well I remember that terrible day
When the blood stained the sand and the water
and how in that town that they called Sulva Bay
We were butchered like lambs to the slaughter
Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well
He showered us with bullets and he reamed us with shells
and in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
as we stopped to bury our slain
We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then we started all over again
And those that were left, well we tried to survive
In that mad world of death blood and fire
and for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
while the corpses around me piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head
and when I woke up in my hospital bed
and saw what it had done well, I wished I was dead
Never knew there was worse things than dying
no accompaniment
For I'll go no more Waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and free
But to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me
So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed
and shipped us right back to Australia.
The legless, the armless, the blind and insane.
Those proud wounded heros of Sulva
and when our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where my legs used to be
and thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve, to mourn, and to pity
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
as they carried us down the gangway
but nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
and turned all their faces away
And now every April I sit on my porch
and I watch the parade pass before me
and I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
reviving old dreams of past glories
And the old men march slowly, all bound, stiff and sore
They're tired old heros of a forgotten war
When the young people ask "What are they marching for?"
and I ask myself the same question
But the band played Waltzing Matilda
the old men still answer the call
but as year follows year, more old men disappear
some day no one will march there at all
[C] Waltzing Matilda, [F] Waltzing [G7] Matilda
[C] Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with [G7] me?
and their [C] ghosts may be [G7] heard as they [C] march past that [F] Billabong
[C] Who'll come a Waltzing [G7] Matilda with [C] me?
Sure, you all know the Pogues version, but I like Eric Bogle's better
In [C] Scarlet town where [Am] I was born, there [C+6] was a fair [D7] maid [G] dwellin'
Made [F+6] ev'ry youth cry, [C] "Well-a-day!", her name was [F+6] Bar- [G7] b'ra [C] Allen.
All in the merry month of May, when green buds they were swellin'
young Jenny Grove on his death bed lay, for love of Barb'ra Allen.
He sent his man unto her then, to the town where she was dwellin'
"You must come to my master, dear, if your name be Barb'ra Allen."
So slowly, slowly, she came up and slowly she came nigh him,
and all she said when there she came: "Young man, I think you're dying!"
He turned his face unto the wall, and death was drawing nigh him
"Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all, and be kind to Barb'ra Allen."
As she was walking o'er the fields, she heard the death bell knellin'
and ev'ry stroke did seem to say: "Unworthy, Barb'ra Allen."
When he was dead and laid in grave, her heart was struck with sorrow
"O mother, mother, make my bed for I shall die tommorow."
and on her deathbed as she lay, she begged to be buried by him
and sore repented of the day that she did e'er deny him
"Farewell," she said, "ye virgins all, and shun the fault I fell in
henceforth take warning by the fall of cruel Barb'ra Allen!
*** Is earlier than 1666 when it is first mentioned.
The tune is traditional, the words here are the English version
The Scots also claim authorship ***
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F+6 {1,0,0,2,2,1}
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[D] [G] [D] [A7]
Oh [D] list' to the [G] lay of a [D] poor Irish [A7] harper
And [D] scorn not the [A] strains of his [D] withered old [A7] hand
Re- [D] member his [G] fingers they [D] once could move [A7] sharper
To [D] raise up the [Em] memory of [A] his native [D] land
It was long 'fore the shamrock, dear isle's lovely emblem
Was crushed in its beauty by the Saxon's lion paw
And all the fair colleens from Wexford to Durrish
Called me Bold Phelim Brady, the Bard of Armagh
[D] [G] [D/F#] [Em - A7]
How I love for to muse on the days of my boyhood
Though four score and three years have flitted since then
Still it gives sweet reflections as every young joy should
For the light hearted boys make the best of old men
At pattern or fair I could twist my shillelagh
And trip through a jig with my brogues bound with straw
Whilst all the pretty maidens around me would gather
For Bold Phelim Brady, the Bard of Armagh
[D] [G] [D/F#] [Em - A7]
Although I have travelled this wide world all over
Yet Erin's my home and a parent for me
And, oh, let the turf that my old bones will cover
Be cut from the soil that is trod by the free
And when Sergeant Death in his arms shall embrace me
And lull me to sleep with sweet Erin go bragh
By the side of my young wife, dear Kathleen, oh place me
Then forget Phelim Brady, the Bard of Armagh
[D] [G] [D/F#] [Em - A7] X3
This is a filk tune, we generally subscribe to the philosophy that friends don't let friends filk. In this case I'm making an exception because it seems like it was written for us. © Steven G. Harrett aka: Rurik Petrovitch Stoianov 1987. (Tune “May the Circle be Unbroken)
I was [G] sittin’ by a [C] fire on one [G] cold and starry night
And I saw the Bardic Candle, it was [D] shinin’ oh so [G] bright
Chorus:
[G] Oh, let the Circle be unbroken, pass the [C] candle please, I [G] pray
I’ve some songs here, in my mem’ry, we can [D] sing ‘till the light of [G] day
Oh you can sing or tell a story, tell a joke or just your name
Or you can sit and simply listen; between friends there is no shame
Up at Norseland, or out at Pennsic, near to home with Bhriain too,
We have sung ‘round the Bardic Fire, that is to mention just a few.
(Chorus)
Oh, there have been some wild parties, some of them I don’t recall
But I keep on coming back here to sing and drink until I fall.
I wander up to the Chalkman, around the lake they know my name
But I keep returning to Bardic Circle, to me the others aren’t the same.
(Chorus)
Oh, there are Saxons, Normans, Vikings, Cavaliers, and Russians too
Celts and Scotsmen, then there’s those that you have to ask “ Please sir what are you?”
So if you’re lonely, or you’re new here, Bardic Circle’s the place to be
We will welcome all who join us, kick back and let yourself be free
(Chorus)
Oh, the [G] year was seventeen [D] seventy [G] eight,
( "How I [G] wish I [C] was in [G] Sherbrook [D] now!")
A [G] letter of [D] marque came [G] from the King
To the scummiest vessel I’d [D] ever [C] seen.
Refrain:
God [D] damn them [G] all!
[G] I was [C] told we’d [G] cruise the [C] seas for [G] American [C] gold
We’d [D] fire no [G] guns, [D] shed no [C] tears.
I’m a [G] broken [C] man on a [G] Halifax [C] Pier,
The last of Barrett’s [D] Priva- [G] teers.
Oh, Elcid Barrett cried the town
( "How I wish I was in Sherbrook now!")
For twenty brave men all fisherman who
Would make for him the "Antelope’s" crew
The "Antelopes" sloop was a sickening sight
( "How I wish I was in Sherbrook now!")
She had a list to the port and her sails in rags
And the cook in the scuppers with the staggers and jags
On the king’s birthday we put to sea
("How I wish I was in Sherbrook now!")
It was ninety one days to Montego Bay
Pumping like madmen all the way
On the ninety sixth day we sailed again
( "How I wish I was in Sherbrook now!")
When a bloody great Yankee hove in sight
With our cracked four-pounders we made to fight.
Oh, the Yankee lay low down with gold
( "How I wish I was in Sherbrook now!")
She was broad and fat and loose in stays
But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days.
Then at length we stood two cables away
( "How I wish I was in Sherbrook now!")
Our cracked four-pounders made an awful din
But with one fat ball the Yank stove us in
The Antelope shook and pitched on her side
( "How I wish I was in Sherbrook now!")
Well Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs
And the Maintruck carried off both me legs.
So here I lay in my twenty-third year
( "How I wish I was in Sherbrook now!")
It’s been six years since we sailed away
And I just made Halifax yesterday
by Stan Rogers, lyrics from Cantaria on Chivalry.com
There's a good breakdown of all the names and places in this song for the interested posted here.
As [D] I cam in by [G] Dunidier
And [D] down by Nether [G] ha',
There were [D] fifty thoosand [G] Hieland men
Cam [Bm] mairchin' tae Harlaw.
Wi' a [G] dree dree dradie drumtie dree
A [G] dree dree [A] drumtie [D] dra.
As I cam on and further on
And down and by Harlaw,
They fell full close on every side;
Sich fun ye never saw.
Wi' a dree dree dradie drumtie dree
A dree dree drumtie dra.
They fell full close on every side;
Sich fun ye never saw,
For Hieland swords gave clash for clash
At the battle o' Harlaw.
Wi' a dree dree dradie drumtie dree
A dree dree drumtie dra.
Brave Angus tae his brither said,
"Now brither, do ye see?
They beat us back on every side,
And we'll be forced tae flee."
Wi' a dree dree dradie drumtie dree
A dree dree drumtie dra.
"O no, o no, my brither dear,
That thing will never be;
Tak ye your good sword in your hand
And come your ways wi' me."
Wi' a dree dree dradie drumtie dree
A dree dree drumtie dra.
Then back tae back the brithers twa
Went in amang the thrang,
And they hewed doon the Hieland men
Wi' swords both sharp and lang.
Wi' a dree dree dradie drumtie dree
A dree dree drumtie dra.
MacDonal, he was young and stout,
Had on his coat o' mail,
And he has gone oot through them all
Tae try his hand himself.
Wi' a dree dree dradie drumtie dree
A dree dree drumtie dra.
With the first blow that Angus struck,
He made MacDonal reel;
With the next strike that Angus struck,
The great MacDonal fell.
Wi' a dree dree dradie drumtie dree
A dree dree drumtie dra.
On a Monday, in the mornin',
The battle had begun;
On Saturday, at twilight,
Ye'd scarce know who had won.
Wi' a dree dree dradie drumtie dree
A dree dree drumtie dra.
If anybody asks of ye
For them ye took away,
Ye may tell their wives and little sons
They're sleepin' at Harlaw.
Wi' a dree dree dradie drumtie dree
A dree dree drumtie dra.
Frae Dunideir as I earn through, Doun by the hill of Banochie, Alangst the lands of Garioch- Great pity 'twas to hear and see, The noise and dulesome harmonie, That e'er that dreary day did daw. Crying the coronach sae hie, "Alas! alas! for the Harlaw!" I marvelt what the matter meant. All folks were in a feiry-fary; I wist not wha was fae or friend, Yet quietly I did me carry: But sin' the days of auld King Harry Sic slauchter was not heard or seen; And there I had nae time to tarry, For bissiness in Aberdeen. Thus as I walkit on the way, To Inverury as I went, I met a man, and bade him stay, Requesting him to mak me 'quaint Of the beginning and the event, That happen'd there at the Harlaw; Then he entreated me, tak tent, And he the truth sould to me shaw. "Great Donald of the Isles, did claim Unto the lands of Ross some richt; And to the Governor he cam, Them for to have, if that he micht; Wha saw his interest was but slicht, And therefore answer'd with disdain; He hastit hame baith day and nicht, And sent nae bodword back again. But Donald, richt impatient Of that answer Duke Robert* gave, He vow'd to God omnipotent, All the hale lands of Ross to have, Or else be graithèd in his grave: He would not quat his richt for nocht, Nor be abusit like a slave- That bargain sould be dearly bocht." *Duke of Albany
from http://www.contemplator.com/child/harlaw.html
In The complaint of Scotland (1549) "The Battel of Hayrlau" is noted as being a popular song. Child notes, however, that the original ballad has been lost and the most widely known poem of the battle was printed by Ramsay in 1724. The tune is in Wm. Mure of Rowallan's Lute Manuscript (c 1612-28).
The Battle of Harlaw took place on July 24, 1411. To establish his claim to the Earldom of Ross, Donald of the Isles invaded the south with ten thousand islanders. At Harlaw, eighteen miles northwest of Aberdeen he was met by an army led by Alexander Stewart, Earl of Mar and Alexander Ogilby, sheriff of Angus. Donald lost more than 900 men and the Lowlanders lost five hundred, "including nearly all the gentry of Buchan."*
Dunidier is a hill on the old road to Aberdeen and Netherha is less than two miles from that. Drumminor was more than twenty miles away.
[Em] Bhudnahi, Bhudnahi [D] thats our battle [Em] cry
as we [Em] raise up our weapons to the [D] sky
Off to [Em] war we go to [D] crush another [Em] foe
in de-[Em] fense of the [D] honor of the [Em] Clann
[Em] Bhudnahi, Bhudnahi [D] thats our battle [Em] cry
[Em] Bhudnahi as we [D] slash off their [Em] heads!!!
To the north and the South
men will quake when we shout
for they know that soon they'll be dead
Bhudnahi, Bhudnahi thats our battle cry
Bhudnahi as we slash off their heads!!!
When they see our ram shields
They will turn on their heels
and run from our weapons made of steel
Bhudnahi, Bhudnahi thats our battle cry
Bhudnahi as we slash off their heads!!!
Oh ye men of Bhriain
you fierce fighting men
lift your swords and give a Bhudnahi...
Bhudnahi!!!
*** Mainlia's War Chant ***
As [D] I went walking down broadway,
not intending to stay very [A7] long...
I [D] met with a frolicksome [Bm] damsel
as [A7] she came a-tripping a-[D] long.
A watch she pulled out of her pocket,
and placed it right into my hand
On the very first day that I met her
bad luck to the black velvet band.
Chorus
Her eyes they shine like the diamonds,
you'd think she was queen of the land,
with her hair hung over her shoulders,
tied up with a black velvet band.
'Twas in the town of Tralee,
an apprentice to trade I was bound.
With a plenty of bright amusement
to see the days go round.
Till misfortune and trouble came over me
which caused me to stray from my land,
far away from friends and relations
to follow the Black Velvet Band.
Chorus
Her eyes they shine like the diamonds,
you'd think she was quenn of the land,
with her hair hung over her shoulders,
tied up with a black velvet band.
Before the judge and the jury,
the both of us had to appear.
And the gentleman swore to the jewelry
the case against us was clear.
For seven years transportation
right unto Van Dieman's land,
far away from my friends and relations
to follow the Black Velvet Band.
Chorus
Her eyes they shine like the diamonds,
you'd think she was queen of the land,
with her hair hung over her shoulders
tied up with a black velvet band.
Oh, all you brave young Irish lads
a warning take by me:
Beware of the pretty young damsels
that are tripping around in Tralee.
They'll treat you to whiskey and porter
until you're unable to stand
and before you have time for to leave them
you are unto Van Dieman's Land!
Chorus
Her eyes they shine like the diamonds
you'd think she was quenn of the land,
with her hair hung over her shoulders
tied up with a black velvet band.
I [Dm] am a young [Am] sailor, my [C] story is [Bb] sad
though [Dm] once I was [Am] carefree and a [Dm] brave sailor [Am] lad
I [Dm] courted a [Am] lassie, by [Dm] night and by [Am] day
but [Dm] now she has [Am] left me and [C] sailed far [Bb] away
Chorus
Oh, if I was a blackbird, could whistle and sing
I'd follow the vessle my true love sails in
and in the top rigging, I would there build my nest
and I'd flutter my wings, oer her lilly white breast
Or if I was a scholar and could handle the pen
one secret love letter to my true love I'd send
and tell of my sorrow, my grief and my pain
since she's gone and left me in yon floaty glen
Chorus
I sailed 'oer the ocean, my fortune to seek
oh, I missed her caress and her hand on my cheek
I returned and I told her my love was still warm
but she turned away lightly, and great was her scorn
Chorus
I offered to take her to Donniebrook fair
and to buy her fine ribbons, to tie up her hair
I offered to marry and to stay by her side
but she says "In the mornin," she "sails with the tide"
Chorus
My parents they chide me, Oh they will not agree
sayin that me and my false love, married will never be
Ah but let let them deprive me, oh let them say what they will
while theres breath in my body, shes the one that I love still.
Chorus
A [Em] blacksmith courted [D] me, nine [Em] months and [D] bet [Em] ter
he [Em] fairly won my [D] heart, he wrote [Em] me a [D] let [Em] ter
with his [G] hammer [A] in his [Em] hand, he looked quite cle [D] ver
and if [Em] I were with my love, I'd [Em] live [D] for [Em] ever
But where is my love gone with his cheeks like roses?
and his good black billy cock gun decked around with primroses?
I'm afraid the scorching sun will shine and burn his beauty
and if I were with my love, I'd do my duty
Strange news is come to town, strange news is carried
stange news flies up and down that my love is married
I wish them both much joy though they can't hear me
and may God reward him well for this slighting of me
break
Don't you remember when you lay beside me,
you said you'd marry me and ne'er deny me
if I said I'd marry, it was only for to try you
so bring your witness love and I'll not deny you
Oh, witness have I none save God almighty
and may he reward you well for the slighting of me
her lips grew pale and wan, it made her poor heart tremble
to think she loved a one and he proved deceitful
after the Planxty version
[C] As I went [F] down by [Dm] Huntleigh [G] town,
One [C] evening [Dm (skip)] for to [C] see,
I met [Dm] with [G] Bogey O' [Dm] Cair- [F] nee,
And with [C] him I [Am] did a- [G] gree.
To care for his two best horses,
Or cart or harrow or plough,
Or anything about farm work,
That I very well should know.
Old Bogey had a daughter,
Her name was Isobel,
She's the lily of the valley,
And the primrose of the dell.
And when she went out walking,
She took me for her guide,
Down by the Burn O'Cairnee,
To watch the small fish glide.
And when three months was past and gone,
This girl she lost her bloom.
The red fell from her rosy cheeks,
And her eyes began to swoon.
And when nine months were past and gone,
She bore to me a son.
And I was straight sent for,
To see what could be done.
I said that I would marry her,
But that it would nae do.
You're no a match for the bonny wee girl,
And she's no match for you.
Now she's married to a tinker lad,
That comes from Huntleigh town.
He sells pots and pans and paraffin lamps,
And scours the country round.
Or maybe she’s had a better match
her father can not tell
so fare well ye lads of Huntleigh Town
and to Bogies Bonnie Bell
References: As sung by Jane Stewart on Topic LP 12T179, "The Travelling Stewarts". Learnt from her father, Davy Stewart, whose version appears on Topic LP 12T157, "Songs of Courtship"
Hall/Buchan The Scottish Folksinger, a collated version - no attribution
Archie Fisher, on Archie Fisher, Xtra - LP, c1969
The Corries, "Sound the Pibroch," 1972.
Christy Moore, "Christy Moore Folk Collection," 1978.
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[Dm] Down by the [Am] glenside, I [Dm] met an old [Am] woman,
A' [Dm] plucking young [Am] nettles, nor [Dm] saw I was [Am] coming
I [Dm] listened a while to the song she was [Am] hummin'
Glory [Dm] O!, Glory [Am] O!, to the [Dm] bold [Gm] Fenian [Dm] men.
'Tis fifty long years since I saw the moon beamin'
On strong manly forms and their eyes with hope gleamin'
I see them again, sure, thro' all my daydreamin'
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men.
When I was a girl, their marchin' and drillin'
Awoke in the glenside sounds awesome an' thrillin'
They loved poor old Ireland, and to die they were willin'
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men.
Some died by the glenside, some died 'mid the stranger
And wise men have told us their cause was a failure
But they stood by old Ireland and never feared danger,
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men.
I passed on my way, God be praised that I met her
Be life long or short, I shall never forget her
We may have great men, but we'll never have better.
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men.
Words from 'Irish Music Hall', George M. Cohan 1907. Judy Collins did a version, Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem recorded it in 1969, and it was used in the John Ford/John Wayne film Rio Grande (1950). Notes from Cantaria: This song was written by Peadar Kearney (1883-1942), who also wrote the national anthem of Ireland. Incidentally, Brendan Behan, the Irish playwright, poet and singer was Kearney's nephew.
'Caledonia' by Dougie Maclean
capo 3
[C] I don't know if [G] you can see,
The [Am] changes that have come [F] over me.
In these [C] last few days I've [G] been afraid,
That [Am] I might drift [F] away.
I've been [C] telling stories, [G] singing songs,
That [Am] make me think about [F] where I come from.
[C] That's the reason [G] why I seem
So [Am] far away to- [F] day.
(Chorus)
[C] Let me tell you that I [G] love you,
That I [Am] think about you all the [F] time.
Caledonia you're [C] calling me,
Now I'm [G] going [C] home.
But [C] if I shall become a [G] stranger,
Know that [Am] it would make me more than [F] sad,
Caledonia's been [G] everything I've ever [C] had.
Now I have moved and kept on moving,
Proved the points that I needed proving,
Lost the friends that I needed losing,
Found others on the way.
I have kissed the lads and left them crying,
Stolen dreams, yes there's no denying,
I have travelled hard sometimes with conscience
flying,
Somewhere in the wind.
(Chorus)
Now I'm sitting here before the fire,
The empty room, a forest choir,
The flames have cooled. don't get any higher,
They've withered now they've gone.
But I'm steady thinking my way is clear,
And I know what I will do tomorrow,
When hands have shaken, the kisses flowed,
Then I will disappear.
(Chorus)
[A] I wish I [E] was in Carrick- [A] fergus [F#m]
only for [Bm] nights in [E] Bally- [A] grand
I would swim [E] over the deepest [A] ocean [F#m]
the deepest [Bm] ocean, for [E] my love to [A] find.
But the sea is [A] wide and I cannot swim [E] o-ver,
and neither [A] have I wings to [E] fly
If [D] I could [E] find me a handsome [A] boatman [F#m]
to ferry me [Bm] over to [E] my love and [A] die.
My childhood days bring back sad reflections
of happy times I spent so long ago
My boyhood friends and now my own relations
have all passed on now like melting snow
but I'll spend my days in endless roaming,
soft is the grass, my bed is free.
Ah! to be back now in Carrickfergus,
on that long road down to the sea.
But in Killkenny it is reported
they have marble stones there as black as ink.
With gold and silver, I would support her,
But I'll sing no more now, till I get a drink.
I'm drunk today and I'm seldom so-ber,
A handsome ro-ver from town to town
Ah but I'm sick now and my days are numbered
So come all ye young men and lay me down.
*** This is a great song but rarely sung at events ***
As I walked into the chandler's shop some candles for to buy,
I looked around the chandler's shop but no one did I spy.
I was disappointed and some angry words I said,
When I heard the sound of a KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK up above my head.
When I heard the sound of a KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK up above my head.
I was slick and I was quick, and up the stairs I sped,
And very surprised was I to find the chandler's wife in bed;
And with her was a fine young man of most incredible size,
And they were having a KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK right before my eyes.
And they were having a KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK right before my eyes.
When the fun was over and done and the lady raised her head,
She was quite surprised to find me standing by the bed
"If you would keep my secret sir, if you would be so kind,
You may drop in for a KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK whenever you feel inclined."
"You may drop in for a KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK whenever you feel inclined."
So, many a day and many a night when the chandler wasn't home,
Down to the chandler shop, for candles I would roam.
But nary a one she gave to me, but gave to me instead,
Just a little bit more of the KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK to light my way to bed.
Just a little bit more of the KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK to light my way to bed.
So, all you married men take heed, whenever you go to town,
If you must leave your woman alone, be sure to tie her down.
Or, if you would be kind to her, just lay her right down on the floor,
And give her so much of that KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK she doesn't want any more.
And give her so much of that KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK she doesn't want any more.
[C B A] Beer, beer, beer
[G A B] give us some [C B A] beer, beer, beer
[C] A long time ago way back in history
[C] When all there was to drink was [F] nothin but cups of [G] tea...
[C] Along came a man by the [F] name of Charlie [C] Mopps
[C] and he invented a wonderful thing and he [G] made it out of [C] hops
(Chorus)
He might-en-a be an admiral, a sultan or a king
and to his praises we shall always sing
for look what he has done for us hes filled us up with cheer
May the Lord bless Charlie Mopps, the man who invented
Beer, beer, beer
Chiddily beer, beer, beer.
A barrel of malt, a bushel of hops
and add some yeast as well
that kind of lubrication will make your belly swell
so come along you lucky lads, lets chug a mug o' shlopps
and for five short seconds we'll remember Charlie Mopps
One, two, three, four, five, cheers!
(Chorus)
In Falgon's pub, and Silly's bar and Vollund's club as well
One thing you can be sure of, its Sabha's beer they sell
So come along me lucky lads, at eleven o'clock we'll stop
and for five short seconds we'll remember Charlie Mopps
One, two, three, four, five, cheers!
(Chorus)
You may [A] travel far, [D] far
from your [G] own native [A] home
far [D] away o'er the mountains
far [A] away o'er the [D] foam
but of [D] all the fine places
that [A] I've ever [Bm] seen
there's [D] none to compare with
the [G] Cliffs of [A] Dooneen
Take a view o'er the mountains
fine sights youll see there
you'll see the high rocky mountains
and the west coast of Clare
oh, the towns of Kilkee
and KilRush can be seen
from the high rocky slopes
of the cliffs of Dooneen
Its a nice place to be
on a fine summers day
watching all the wild flowers
that never decay
oh the hare and lofty pheasant
are quite plain to be seen
making homes for their young
round the cliffs of Dooneen
Fare thee well to Dooneen
fare thee well for a while
and to all the fine people
I'm leaving behind
to the streams and the meadows
where of late I have been
and the high rocky slopes of the cliffs of Dooneen
*** Great tune, and I love the way Planxty does it ***
My [G] hat is frozen [D] to my head
My body is like a lump of lead
My [G] shoes are frozen [D] to my feet
from [G] standing [D] at your [G] window
[D] Let me come in, the soldier cried
Cold blow and the [G] rainy [D] night
Let me come in the soldier cried
[D] I'll never come [G] back a- [D] gain [G] no!
My father's working down the street
my mother the bedroom keys does keep
My door and windows all do creek,
I cannot let you in, no
Let me come in the soldier cried
Cold blow and the rainy night
Let me come in the soldier cried
I'll never come back again no!
Then she came down and let him in
and kissed his ruby lips and chin
Then went back to bed again,
and the soldier he won her favour
Then she blessed the rainy night
cold blow and the rainy night
Then she blessed the rainy night
that ever she let him in at all
Now you've had your way with me
Soldier, won't you marry me?
No my love that never can be
so fare thee well forever
Then she cursed the rainy night
Cold blow and the rainy night
Then she cursed the rainy night
That ever she let him in at all
Then he jumped up out of bed
and put on his hat upon his head
She had lost her maidenhead
and the money had heard the jingle
Then she cursed the rainy night
Cold blow and the rainy night
Then she cursed the rainy night
That ever she let him in at all
***An old English song that has become associated with the group Planxty***
[G] Look around camp and there's [C] much to be [G] done
But [G] nary a clansmen at [D] work 'neath the sun
I looked [G] high and looked low and [C] found not a [G] soul
Then I [G] ran in to Momus and [D] thought he would [G] know
Oh [Em] where's the clan [G] Momus, and [Am] where have you [Bm] been?
He [Em] smiled and [C] answered "In [D] Colin's Sha-[G] been"
(Chorus
[G] Colin's Shabeen, Oh [C] Colin's Sha- [G] been
Been killing some time in [D] Colin's Sha- [G] been)
Oh where is our kitchen and where is our wall?
And where is our Chieftain? Did he battle and fall?
Och! Worry you not over such a grave thing
He's sound, safe, and sitting in Colin's Shabeen
(Chorus
Colin's Shabeen, Oh Colin's Shabeen
The Chieftan is chiefly in Colin's Shabeen)
We've trenches to trench and ditches to dig
We've tent flaps to close up and rigging to rig
Tell us oh Druid of storms what you know
We've Thunderclouds coming, the winds they do blow
Well rain is but water and just makes you wet
And Colin's Shabeen is as dry as it gets
(Chorus
Colin's Shabeen, Oh Colin's Shabeen
A fine umb-ah-rella is Colin's Shabeen)
Well I know when I'm sleeping and when I'm awake
I know when to give and when I should take
I know of a mead hall where mead horns do flow
I know of an alehouse where to lift an elbow
But Colin's Shabeen to my utter disgrace
Tell me Oh Momus where is such a place?
(Chorus
Colin's Shabeen, Oh Colin's Shabeen
Between hand and hard labor is Colin's Shabeen)
So come all ye close and listen me well
For Colin's Shabeen is a place we all dwell
We bide our time and humors partake
We drink and we laugh we sleep and we bake
No work is done here we do as we may
And leave all our trouble for some other day
I was [Am] born in a Dublin street where the [G] loyal drums do beat
And the [Am] loving English feet they tramped all over us
And [C] each day and every night when my [G] father comes home tight
He'd [Am] invite the neighbours [G] outside with this [Am] chorus
(Chorus
Oh come out ye Black and Tans, come out and fight me like a man
Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes in Killeshandra)
Oh let me hear you slew them poor Arabs two by two
Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows
How you bravely faced each one with your sixteen-pounder gun
And you've frightened them poor natives to their marrows
Come let me hear you tell how you've slung the brave Parnell
When you thought him well and truly persecuted
Oh Where are your sneers and jeers that you loudly let us hear
When our heroes of '16 were executed
end chorus 2x
(additional verses)
Alan Larkin and O`Brian held you strong and called you swine
Robert Emmett who you hung and drew and quartered
High upon the scaffold high, how you butchered Henry Joy
And the Croppy Boys of Wexford you did slaughter
Well the day is closing fast and the time will soon be past
When each dawning will be cast aside afore us
And if I be in need then me kids will say godspeed
With a bar or two of Stephen Behan`s chorus
After the Wolfe Tones version
capo 2nd or 3rd fret
or play it directly in Cm, Bb, Cm, Eb, Bb, Cm, Bb, Cm
Come [G] single belle and beau, unto me pay at- [D] tention
Don't [G] ever fall in love, 'tis the [C] divil's own in- [D7] vention.
For [G] once I fell in love with a damsel most bewitchin'
Miss [C] Henrietta [Am] Bell, down in [A7] Captain Kelly's [D] kitchen
(Chorus:
With me [G] toora loora lay, me toora loora [D] laddie
Sing [G] toora loora [Em] lay, [D] toora loora [G] laddie.)
At the age of seventeen, I was 'prenticed to a grocer
Not far from Stephen's Green, where Miss Henri' used to go, sir
Her manners were so fine, she set me heart a-twitchin'
She asked me-self to tea, down in Captain Kelly's kitchen.
Chorus
Next Sunday bein' the day we were to have the flare-up
I dressed myself quite gay, an' I frizzed and oiled my hair up
The Captain had no wife, and he'd gone off a-fishin'
So we kicked up the high life, out of sight down in the kitchen.
Chorus
Just as the clock struck six we sat down to the table
She served me tea and cakes and I ate what I was able,
I had cakes with punch and tay, till me side it got a stitch in
And the time it passed away, while we was coortin' in the kitchen.
Chorus
With me arms around her waist, I kissed... she hinted marriage
When through the door in haste we heard Captain Kelly's carriage!
Her eyes told me full well that moment she was wishin'
That I'd go straight to Hell, or be somewhere from that kitchen.
Chorus
She flew up off my knees, full seven feet or higher
And over heads and heels, threw me slap into the fire
My new Repealers coat, that I'd bought from Mr. Mitchel
With a twenty shilling note, went to blazes in the kitchen.
Chorus
I grieved to see me duds, all smeared with smoke and ashes
When a tub of dirty suds, right into me face she dashes.
As I lay upon the floor, still the water she kept pitchin'
Till the footman broke the door, and cam chargin' in the kitchen.
Chorus
When the Captain came downstairs, though he seen me situation
In spite of all my prayers I was marched off to the station
For me they'd take no bail, though to get home I was itchin'
And I had to tell the tale of how I got into that kitchen.
Chorus
I said she did invite me, but she gave a flat denial
For assault she did indict me, and meself was sent for trial.
She swore I robbed the house, in spite of all her screechin'
And I got six months hard, for me coortin' in the kitchen.
[Dm] Within the [F] fog and [C] out on the [Am] sea
[Dm] Crazy man [C] Michael was [Dm] walking
he [Dm] met with a [F] Raven with [C] eyes black as [Am] coals
and [Dm] shortly [C] they were [Dm] a-talking
Your [Am] future, your future I would [Dm] tell to you
your [Am] future you often have [C] asked me
your [Dm] true love will [C] die by your [Dm] own right [Am] hand
and [Dm] crazy man [C] Michael will [Dm] curs'ed be
Michael he ranted and Micheal he raved
and he beat the four winds with his fists - oh
he laughed and he cried, he shouted and he swore
for his mad mind had trapped him with a kiss - oh
You speak with an evil, you speak with a hate
you speak for the devil that haunts me
for is she not the fairest in all the broad land
your sorcerous words are to taunt me
He took out his dagger of fire and of steel
and struck down the raven through the heart - oh
the bird fluttered long and the sky it did spin
and the cold earth did wonder and start - oh
Oh where is the raven that I struck down dead
and here did lie on the ground - oh
I see that my true love with a wound so red
where her lovers heart it did pound - oh
Crazy man Michael he wonders at the corpse
and talks to the night and the day - oh
but his eyes they are sane and his speech it is plain
and he longs to be far away - oh
Micheal he wistles the simplest of tunes
and asks of the wild wolves their pardon
for his truwee love has flown into every garden grown
and he must be keeper of her garden
*** This is a Fairport tune and a favorite of Aonghos ***
Let the [Em] farmer praise his grounds
let the [Am] huntsman praise his [B7] hounds
let the [Em] shepherd praise his dewy scented [B7] lan
Oh, but [G] I, more wise than they,
spend each [C] happy night and [D7] day
with me [B] darling little cruiscin [Em] lan, lan, lan
me [B7] darling little cruiscin [Em] lan.
(Chorus - phonetically)
Oooooooooooooh,
[G] Grama crema cruiscin'
[D7] Slante galmorvorney
grama crema cruiscin [Em] lan, lan, lan
Oh, [B7] grama crema cruiscin [Em] lan.
Immortal and divine, great Bacchus, God of Wine
create me by adoption your own son
In hopes that you'll comply
that my glass will ne'er run dry
Nor my darling little cruiscin lan, lan, lan
Oh, my darling little cruiscin lan.
(Chorus)
And when grim death appears in a few but happy years
You'll say, "Oh, won't you come along with me?"
I'll say "Begone, you knave! for King Baccus gave me leave
to take another cruiscin lan, lan, lan
to take another cruiscin lan.
(Chorus)
Then fill your glasses high, lets not part with lips a-dry
though the lark doth now proclaim it is the dawn
and since we can't remain
may we shortly meet again
to fill another cruiscin lan, lan, lan
to fill another cruiscin lan.
(Chorus)
The Chorus in Gaelic,
O gra/dh mo chroidhe mo cru/isci/n,
Sla/inte geal mo mhu/irni/n.
Gra/dh mo chroidhe mo cru/isci/n la/n, la/n, la/n,
O gra/dh mo chroidhe mo cru/isci/n la/n.
was once roughly translated in English as:
O love of my heart, my small jug,
Bright health my darling.
Love of my heart, my full small jug,
O love of my heart, my full small jug.
by Erich Schraer in rec.music.celtic, 1993.
At the last practice at Guthrum's I made a note to do this song in Bm for some reason. It should work out to be something like:
Bm Em F#7 Bm F#7 D G A7 F# Bm Bm Bm F#7 Bm
by Steeleye Span (capo 3)
As I roved [D] out one evening [Bm] fair
It bein' the [D] summertime to [G] take the [D] air
I spied a [D7] sailor and a [G] lady [D] gay,
and i [Bm] stood to [D] listen
[D] and i stood to [G] li- [D] sten to hear what [A7]they would [D] say.
He said "Fair lady, why do you roam,
for the day is spent and the night is on."
She heaved a sigh while the tears did roll
"For my dark-eyed sailor,
for my dark-eyed sailor, so young and stout and bold."
"'Tis seven long years since he left this land,
a ring he took from off his lily-white hand.
One half of the ring is still here with me,
but the other's rollin'...
but the other's rollin' at the bottom of the sea."
He said "You may drive him out of your mind.
Some other young man you will surely find.
Love turns aside and soon cold has grown
like the winter's morning.
Like the winter's morning, the hills are white with snow."
She said "I'll never forsake my dear
although we're parted this many a year.
Genteel he was and a rake like you
to induce a maiden.
To induce a maiden to slight the jacket blue."
One half of the ring did young William show.
She ran distracted in grief and woe,
sayin' "William, William, I have gold in store
for my dark-eyed sailor.
For my dark-eyed sailor has proved his honour long"
And there is a cottage by yonder lea.
This couple's married and does agree.
So maids be loyal when your love's at sea
For a cloudy morning,
for a cloudy morning brings in a sunny day.
Oh me [G] name is Dick [D] Darby I'm a [G] cobbler
I [G] served me time at the old [F] camp
some [G] call me an [C] old agi- [G]tator
but [G] now I'm re- [D]solved to re- [G]pent
(Chorus:
I've an inkling of an inkling of an idea
I've an inkling of an inkling of an ide-ea-a
with me roo-boo boo-roo boo-boo randy
and me lab stone keeps beating away)
Now me father was hung for sheep stealing
me mother ws burned for a witch
my sisters a dandy housekeeper
and I'm a mechanical switch
(Chorus)
Ah its forty long years I have traveled
all by the contents of me pack
me hammers, me awls and me pinches
I carry them all on my back
(Chorus)
Oh my wife she is humpy, she's lumpy
my wife she's the devil she's black
and no matter what I may do with her
her tongue it goes clickety clack
(Chorus)
It was early one fine summer's mornin
a little before it was day
I dipped her three times in the river
and carelessly bade her "good day!"
(Chorus)
*** Tommy Makem does a neat version of this one. I saw it on
PBS once and he was actually beating on a lab stone and
pretending to make shoes and stuff! ***
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About a Samhain ago pronounce it as 'Sowen'
Early in the day
Rolled into my kilt
And started on my way.
I met the feast to be
I stared him in the eyes
And then it came to me, just like a friend in disguise.
You got to dig it
Put it
Dig it.
Put it in the back yard.
You dig it
Put it.
Dig it.
Leave it in the back yard.
Well, you never know
And only time will tell.
Only dug three feet
And never gave no smell.
Then I exhumed it right
In the middle of the night
And all the worms and the maggots
Sung my name with delight!
(Chorus)
Now, the wicker man is
Gonna burn again
I'm gonna dig me a hole
So I can make a new friend.
Then I'll invite him out
At the end of the year
And from his empty skull
I'll drink some holiday cheer!
(Chorus)
I met my [D]love by the gasworks cry.
Dreamed a [G] dream by the old [D] canal.
Kissed my girl by the fact'ry wall.
Dirty old [A] town, dirty old [Bm] town.
Clouds are drifting across the moon
Cat's are prowling on their beat
Springs a girl from the streets at night
Dirty old town, dirty old town.
I heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
Smelled the spring on the smoky wind
Dirty old town, dirty old town.
I'm going to make a good sharp axe
Shining steel, tempered in the fire
I'll chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town, dirty old town.
REPEAT FIRST VERSE
Changed key 04/04/07
capo 2nd fret
(in Em)
Donald's gane up the hill hard and hungry,
Donald comes down the hill wild and angry;
Donald will clear the gouk's nest cleverly, gouk = cuckoo
Here's to King James and Donald Macgillavry.
Come like a weigh-bauk, Donald Macgillavry, weigh-bauk = scales
Come like a weigh-bauk, Donald Macgillavry,
Balance them fair, and balance them cleverly:
Off wi'the counterfeit, Donald Macgillavry.
Donald's run o'er the hill but his tether, man, wud = mad
As he were wud, or stang'd wi' an ether, man; stung by an adder
When he comes back, there's some will look merrily:
Here's to King James and to Donald Macgillavry.
Come like a weaver, Donald Macgillavry,
Come like a weaver, Donald Macgillavry,
Pack on your back, and elwand sae cleverly; elwand = measuring rod
Gie them full measure, my Donald Macgillavry.
Donald has foughten wi' rief and roguery; rief = banditry
Donald has dinner'd wi banes and beggary, banes = bones
Better it were for Whigs and Whiggery
Meeting the devil than Donald Macgillavry.
Come like a tailor, Donald Macgillavry,
Come like a tailor, Donald Macgillavry,
Push about, in and out, thimble them cleverly,
Here's to King James and to Donald Macgillavry.
Donald's the callan that brooks nae tangleness; callan = fine fellow
Whigging and prigging and a'newfangleness,
They maun be gane: he winna be baukit, man: baukit = balked
He maun hae justice, or faith he'll tak it, man.
Come like a cobbler, Donald Macgillavry,
Come like a cobbler, Donald Macgillavry;
Beat them, and bore them, and lingel them cleverly, shoemaker's thread
Up wi' King James and wi' Donald Macgillavry.
Donald was mumpit wi' mirds and mockery; lulled with flattery
Donald was blinded wi' blads o' property; blads = lots
Arles ran high, but makings were naething, man, Arles = Thrashing
Lord, how Donald is flyting and fretting, man. flyt = scold
Come like the devil, Donald Macgillavry,
Come like the devil, Donald Macgillavry; skelp = chastise
Skelp them and scaud them that proved sae unbritherly, scaud = scold
Up wi' King James and wi' Donald Macgillavry!
***Go and buy the album that this is from. LIVE WIZARDY by Silly Wizard on Green Linnet Records. These boys are now doing different things but the music on this one is some seriously classic Scottish folk.***
A Jacobite song to commemorate the Battle of Culloden on 16th April 1745. The song might refer to either the 1715 or 1745 Jacobite Rising; or perhaps the name Donald MacGillavry might just be used to denote Highlanders loyal to the Stewart Cause.
[Dm] What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
[C] What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
[Dm] What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
[Am] Earlye [G] in the [Dm] morning?
(Chorus:
Way, hay and up She rises
Way, hay and up She rises
Way, hay and up She rises
Earlye in the morning!)
Put him in the scuppers with a hose pipe on him
Put him in the scuppers with a hose pipe on him
Put him in the scuppers with a hose pipe on him
Earlye in the morning!
(Chorus)
Hoist him abord with a running bowline
Hoist him abord with a running bowline
Hoist him abord with a running bowline
Earlye in the morning!
(Chorus)
Put him in the brig until he's sober
Put him in the brig until he's sober
Put him in the brig until he's sober
Earlye in the morning!
(Chorus)
Make him to to at shining bright work
Make him to to at shining bright work
Make him to to at shining bright work
Earlye in the morning!
(Chorus)
Put him in bed with the Chieftain's daughter
Put him in bed with the Chieftain's daughter
Put him in bed with the Chieftain's daughter
Earlye in the morning!
(Chorus)
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Earlye in the morning!
(Chorus)
What shall we do with a drunken Taylor? [sic: Steve Taylor, now deceased]
What shall we do with a drunken Taylor?
What shall we do with a drunken Taylor?
Earlye in the morning!
(Chorus)
etc...
To the tune of The Wild Rover, except that the chorus is cut short.
They tell me in Ireland there's nobody poor
Every mans rich as the devil I'm sure
In every man's pocket there a great big bankroll
and there's no man alive now would go on the dole
(chorus)
No, Nay, Never
No, Nay, Never no more
Nobody wants nothin' in Ireland no more
I spent a few weeks in a first class hotel
Well, I ate like a horse and I drank like all hell
"He's leaving," they give me a few hundred pounds
and they told me 'twas great just to have me around
(chorus)
I drank in a bar up in old Donegal
When I asked what I owed they said "Nothin' at all"
We don't want your money, we've plenty of dough
Just drink all you want, when you're finished just go
(chorus)
Well, I rented a car it's a beauty to see
It was fifty feet long with a built in TV
A well stocked up bar and a big water bed
and a stereo set that would waken the dead
(chorus)
Well I met a young lady she was filled with delight
and she said "and I'm going to take you out tonight;
It won't cost you a nickel, just you wait and see
If you're half the man now they say you used to be!"
(chorus)
Well I went up to Belfast and I stood on the square
and I told them to tell old Paisley I was there
He hurried right out he was happy and gay
I gave a great big donation to the old IRA
(chorus)
Ned took fiddle lessons with Ed Keeney for a while when he lived up in Port Jefferson. Mr Keeney said that he used to sing some variation of this version of the Wild Rover when he was doing he little vaudeville type shows over in Ireland in the 40's, 50's and 60's.
When I [F] woke up in the morning
And I [Bb] found no bread to toast.
No [F] eggs that I can scramble,
Nor [C] ham that I can roast.
So, I [F] went to Faellon’s cellar,
And I [Bb] drank all of his wine.
I [F] drank on through [C] lunch,
Then I [F] slept through dinner time.
(Chorus:
Cause I drank all his wine
I finished off the mead.
I commandeered all his beer
to temperance I won't heed.)
Well, I’ll sleep all day
And I’ll drink all night.
Then I’ll tackle the stairs,
But I’ll make just half a flight.
Then I’ll spin around, on the tip of my heel,
And go back into the cellar,
For my favorite meal.
(Chorus)
Now I’m resolved,
To never leave this cellar.
To Faellon I’d say
“Thank you kindly feller”
They’ll find me in the basement, if they even look.
Cause my favorite breakfast
Is the one you never cook.
(Chorus)
Well, the cellar was black
There was nothing left in sight.
Ya gotta pop a lot of bottles
When you’re looking for the light.
When we [G] all come to town, we'll be [F] looking for [C] her.
She'll be [G] serving us whiskey, with [F] eyes that she'll [C] stir.
I'll [G] ask her, her name, that I'll [F] quickly for-[C] get.
If her [G] father finds me, then, Ill [F] surely re-[C] gret.
(Chorus
For she's [G] fair game in the [C] morning.
But [G] when the cock crows she'll be [C] sleeping with me.
Yes, she's [G] fair game in the [C] morning,
But [G] when the day breaks, I'll be off to the [C] sea.)
When the men start to fight, well there's no need to bicker.
When in a strange port, always drink with the Vicar.
He's always the drunkest you find at the bar.
But, with the pope's backing, you'll always go far.
(Chorus)
I'll buy the whole tavern a beer and a shot.
Just to get the men moving from outa my spot.
'I'd ask you to dance, but there's no music playing.
So, join me for whiskey if you find that your staying?
(Chorus)
[G] She lessens her space, as she gives me the eye.
[Am] Then we sneak to her room just to [C] give it a try.
She says try and be quiet my Cousins in here,
Frederick drank all his scotch that he chased with his beer.
We blew out the lights as the bed next to me
Started mumbling and grumbling some profanity.
Then from under the covers heard, "What are you doing??"
and this saucy young tart retorts, "Oh, just some screwing!
(Chorus - solo)
I thought to myself 'tis a poets demise.
As the covers flew off found another surprise.
The cousins they laughed, as we fell into bed
Her name might be Mary, but certainly not Fred.
They're all fair game in the morning
And when the cock crows they'll be sleeping with me!
They'll be fair game in the morning,
but when the day breaks, I'll be off to the sea.
Far [D] over yon [G] hills o' the [A] heather so [D] green
and [D] down by the [G] corrie that [A] sings by the [D] sea
The [D] bonnie young [G] Flora sat [A] sighing her [D] lane
The [D] dew on her [G] plaid and the [A] tear in her [D] eye
She [D] look'ed at the [A] boat with the [A] breezes that [Em] swung
a [D] way on the [A] waves like a [Em] bird on the [G] main
an [A] ay as it lessed she [D] sighed as she [Em] sung
"Fare [D] well to the [G] lad I shall [A] never see [D] again!
"Fare thee [A] well to my hero, the [D] gallant and [Em] young
Fare [D] well to the [G] lad I shall [A] never see [D] again!"
The moorcock that crows on the brows of Ben Connal
he kens of his bed in a sweet mossy hame
The eagle that soars on the cliffs of Clan Ronald
unawed and unhunted, his eyie can claim
The solan can sleep on the shelf of the shores
The cormorant roost on his rock of the sea
But ah! there is one whose hard fate I deplore
Nor house, hall nor home in his country has he
The conflict is past and our name is no more
There's nought left but sorrow for Scotland and me
The target is torn from the arm of the just
The helmet is cleft from the brow of the brave
The claymore forever in darkness must rust
but red is the sword of the stranger and slave.
The hoof of the horse and the foot of the proud
have trode o'er the plumes on his bonnet of blue
Why slept the red bolt in the breast of the cloud
when tyranny reveled in blood of the true?
Farewell my young hero, the gallant and good
The crown of thy fathers is torn from thy brow.
*** This fantastic tune is never heard, but should be. I found it in a book called "Seventy Scottish Songs" by Helen Hopekirk. ***
I decided to play this tune in D, though it used to be written out in G - much too high for me. Its far more complicated than most of the simple songs we sing at events.
[F#] Many times I [C#] pondered
have I [E] seen this all [B] before?
and [D] never does she [A] wonder
when I [C] wake up on the [G] floor.
[G] Not a drop in [D] thirty days
has [F] landed on my [C] head
[D#] in the fields my [A#] plough just rusts
and [C#] all my work lies [G#] dead
and [A#5] in [A#5/C] the [C#] night I [G#] hear my woman crying
in the fields my crops are slowly dying
just one drop Lord early in the morning
just one tear Lord, this is what I pray
All the time I've been here Lord
I've done just what you've said
You know this prayer is not for me
but three young ones in bed.
All I need's a little help
and I will do the rest.
This man just needs a day of rain
to put it to the test.
'cause I can't go on with my children crying
in the fields my crops have all been dying
just one drop Lord, early in the morning
just one tear Lord this is what I pray
Mary now is lying ill
and all the children lost
and I would give an eye for rain
or two would fit the cost
I die a bit each passing day
one drier than the last
I always knew my time would come
but never thought so fast.
And now I lie here all alone and crying
in the fields my dreams have all been dying
just take me Lord early in the morning
just one tear Lord, this is what I pray.
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A#5/C {x,x,x,5,6,6}
I'm often [G] hunting the highest [D/F#] hilltops
I scan the [Em] oceans, I sail the [D/F#] seas
Will come [C] tonight love?
Will come tom-[G] mo- [D] row?
Wilt ever [Em] come, love, to [D] comfort [C] me?
(Chorus)
Fhear A Bhata (Air ah Vata)
Na hóro eile (Nah ho-ro ay-lah)
Fhear A Bhata
Na hóro eile
Fhear A Bhata
Na hóro eile
Oh, fare thee well, love
Where ‘ere ye be
They call thee fickle, they call thee false one
and seek to change me, but all in vain
for thou art my dream, yet through the dark night
and every morning I watch the main
(Chorus)
There’s not a hamlet do well I know it
where you go wand’rin or sit awhile.
but all its old folk, you win with talkin’
and charm its maidens with song and smile.
(Chorus)
Dost thou remember the promise made me?
The tartan plaide, the silken gown
that ring of gold with thy head in portrait
that golden ring I shall never now own?
(Chorus)
D/F# {200232}
Always a favorite, Silly Wizard did this one well.
Note of 2/09 says capo 2
As I [D] walked by the dockside one evening so [Bm] fair
to [D] view the salt water and take the sea [A7] air
I [G] heard an old fisherman [D] singing a [F#m] song
Saying [D] "Take me [G] home boys, me [D] time is not [A7] long!"
(Chorus)
Wrap me [D] up in my [A7] oil skins and [D] jumpers
No [G] more on the [D] docks I'll be [A7] seen
Just [G] tell me old shipmates I'm [D] taking a trip, mates
and [A7] I'll see you some day in Fiddler's [D] Green)
Now Fiddler's Green is a place I hear tell
where fishermen go when they don't go to hell
The skies are all clear and the dolphins do play
While the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away.
(Chorus)
When you 'rrive on the docks and the long trip is through
sure theres pubs and there's clubs and theres lassies there too
The girls are all pretty and the beer it is free
and there's bottles of rum hanging from every tree.
(Chorus)
Now I don't want a harp or a halo, not me
Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea
I'll play me old squeeze box as we sail along
With the wind in the rigging to sing me a song.
(Chorus)
Many do it in G, I do it in F
By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young girl calling
Micheal they are taking you away
For you stole Trevelyn's corn
So the young might see the morn.
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay.
Low lie the Fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly.
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry.
By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young man calling
Nothing matter Mary when your free,
Against the Famine and the Crown
I rebelled they ran me down
Now you must raise our child with dignity.
Low lie the Fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly.
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry.
By a lonely harbor wall
She watched the last star falling
As that prison ship sailed out against the sky
Sure she'll wait and hope and pray
For her love in Botany Bay
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry.
Low lie the Fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly.
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry.
'Twas [Am] down the glen one [G] Easter morn
To a [Am] city [Am#5add5] fair rode [Am] I.
When [Am] Ireland's line of [G] marching men
In [Am] squadrons [Am#5add5] passed me [Am] by.
No [C] pipe did hum, no [G] battle drum
Did [C] sound its dread [Am] tattoo
But the [Am] Angelus bell o'er the [G] Liffey's swell
Rang [Am] out in the [Am#5add5] foggy [Am] dew.
Right proudly high over Dublin town
They hung out a flag of war.
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.
And from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurrying through;
While Brittania's sons with their long-range guns
Sailed in from the foggy dew.
'Twas England bade our wild geese go
That small nations might be free.
Their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves
On the fringe of the grey North Sea.
But had they died by Pearse's side
Or fought with Gathal Bruga,
Their graves we'd keep where the Fenians sleep
'Neath the hills of the foggy dew.
Oh the night fell black, and the rifles' crack made perfidious Albion reel
In the leaden rain, seven tongues of flame did shine o'er the lines of steel
By each shining blade a prayer was said, that to Ireland her sons be true
But when morning broke, still the war flag shook out its folds in the foggy dew
The bravest fell, and the solemn bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide
In the springing of the year.
And the world did gaze in deep amaze
At those fearless men and true
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
Might shine through the foggy dew.
As back through the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see more
But to and fro in my dreams I go and I kneel and pray for you,
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, when you fell in the foggy dew.
Am#5add5 {x03210}
This song was written by Father P O'Neill paying tribute to the men and women who fought and died in the Easter rising of 1916 in Dublin.
Added two verses (which we don't usually sing) from Guthrum.
from rec.music.celtic, 1999 by Jay Karamales:
Actually, both references--Suvla and Sedd el Bahr--refer to the British landings against the Turks at Gallipoli in World War I and the subsequent bloody stalemate, in which Empire troops lost about 252,000 men. The initial landings were made on 25 April 1915 the southern tip of Cape Helles by 75,000 British, Australians, New Zealanders, and French. When they got bogged down on the beach and failed to make headway, another landing was made 15 miles to the north at Suvla Bay on 6 August 1915. That attack bogged down too and the two sides were locked in bloody combat until the British cabinet finally ordered a withdrawal in January 1916.
I believe the singer of "Foggy Dew" is lamenting the fact that the Irishmen who died in British service at Gallipoli would have been of better service to Ireland in the Easter Rising of 1916.
A description of the battle of Suvla Bay, referred to in the song.
The Pearse mentioned is 'Padraic Pearse' (1879-1916), the poet leader of the 1916 Easter Rising, who called upon the people of Ireland to reclaim their "ancient glory" through heroic act of rebellion.
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Verse tempo=92, chorus=98
Capo 3
[Dm] Lift MacCahir Óg your face, brooding [C] o'er the [Dm] old disgrace
That black FitzWilliam stormed your place, [Dm] drove you [C] to the [Dm] Fern
[Dm] Grey said victory was sure - Soon the [C] firebrand [Dm] he'd secure
Until he met at Glenmalure with [Dm] Fiach Mac-[C] Hugh O'-[Dm] Byrne.
Chorus;
[Am] Curse and swear Lord Kildare
[C] Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
[Am] Now FitzWilliam, have a care
[C] Fallen is your [Dm] star low
[Am] Up with halberd out with sword
[C] On we'll go for by the lord
[Am] Feach MacHugh has given the word,
[C] Follow me up to [Dm] Carlow!
See the swords of Glen Imall, flashing o'er the English Pale
See all the children of the Gael, beneath O'Byrne's banners
Rooster of a fighting stock, would you let a Saxon cock
Crow out upon an Irish rock- fly up and teach him manners.
Chorus
From Tassagart to Clonmore, there flows a stream of Saxon gore
Och, great is Rory Óg O'More, sending the loons to Hades.
White is sick and Lane is fled, now for black FitzWilliam's head
We'll send it over, dripping red, to Queen Liza and the ladies.
Chorus
end on last line of chorus
(from Wikipedia)
Follow Me Up to Carlow is an Irish folk song celebrating the defeat 3,000 English soldiers by Fiach (Feach) McHugh O'Byrne at the Battle of Glenmalure, during the Second Desmond Rebellion in 1580. It is notable as one of the most graphically violent of all Irish folk songs, containing lines such as " From Tassagart to Clonmore, there flows a steam of Saxon gore... " and " ...now for Black FitzWilliam's head, we'll send it over dripping red, to Queen Liza and her ladies. " It has been performed by numerous Irish folk bands, notably Planxty, on their debut album.
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[G] "What [D] did I [G] have", said the [C] fine old [G] woman
[G] "What [D] did I [G] have", this [C] proud old woman did [D] say
"I had [G] four [D] green [Em] fields, [G] each one was a [D] jewel
But [G] stran- [D] gers [Em] came and [C] tried to take them from [D] me...
I had [G] fine [D] strong [Em] sons, they fought to [C] save my [D] jewels
They [C] fought and they [G] died, and that was my [D] grief" said [G] she.
"Long time ago", said the fine old woman
"Long time ago", this proud old woman did say
"There was war and death, plundering and pillage
My children starved, by mountain, valley and sea
and their wailing cries, they shook the very heavens
My four green fields ran red with their blood" said she.
"What have I now", said the fine old woman
"What have I now", this proud old woman did say
"I have four green fields, one of them's in bondage.
In strangers' hands that tried to take it from me.
But my sons had sons, as brave as were their father.
My fourth green field will bloom once again" said she.
I capo on 2nd fret
This song was written by Tommy Makem in 1967. Ireland is divided into four provinces: Connaught, Leinster, Munster, and Ulster. Six of the nine counties of Ulster are occupied by forces of the United Kingdom.
[F] As I went down to Galway Town
To seek for recreation
On the [Dm] seventeenth of August
Me [C] mind being eleva-[F] ted
There were passengers assem- [C] bled
With their [Dm] tickets at the [F] station
And me eyes began to [Am] dazzle
And they [Dm] off to see the races
With me [F] wack fol the [C] do fol
The [Dm] diddle idle day
There were passengers from Limerick
And passengers from Nenagh
The boys of Connemara
And the Clare unmarried maiden
There were people from Cork City
Who were loyal, true and faithful
Who brought home the Fenian prisoners
From dying in foreign nations
And it's there you'll see the pipers
And the fiddlers competing
And the sporting wheel of fortune
And the four and twenty quarters
And there's others without scruple
Pelting wattles at poor Maggie
And her father well contented
And he gazing at his daughter
And it's there you'll see the jockeys
And they mounted on so stably
The pink, the blue, the orange, and green
The colors of our nation
The time it came for starting
All the horses seemed impatient
Their feet they hardly touched the ground
The speed was so amazing!
There was half a million people there
Of all denominations
The Catholic, the Protestant, the Jew, the Presbyterian
Yet there was no animosity
No matter what persuasion
But failte hospitality
Inducing fresh acquaintance
capo 4
High [G] upon the gallows tree swung the [C] noble-hearted [G] three
By the vengeful tyrant stricken in their [D] bloom
But they [G] met him face to face with the [C] courage of their [G] race
And they [G] went with souls un- [D] daunted to their [G] doom
(Chorus
[G] God save Ireland, said the heroes
[D] God save Ireland, said they all
Whether [G] on the scaffold high
Or the [C] battlefield we [G] die
Oh, what [G] matter when for [D] Erin dear we [G] fall)
Girt around with cruel foes, still their courage proudly rose,
For they thought of hearts that loved them far and near;
Of the millions true and brave o'er the ocean's swelling wave,
And the friends in holy Ireland ever dear.
God save Ireland, said the heroes
God save Ireland, said they all
Whether on the scaffold high
Or the battlefield we die
Oh, what matter when for Erin dear we fall
Climbed they up the rugged stair, rang their voices out in prayer
Then with England's fatal cord around them cast
Close beside the gallows tree kissed like brothers lovingly
True to home and faith and freedom to the last
God save Ireland, said the heroes
God save Ireland, said they all
Whether on the scaffold high
Or the battlefield we die
Oh, what matter when for Erin dear we fall
Never till the latest day shall the memory pass away
Of the gallant lives thus given for our land
But on the cause must go, amidst joy and weal and woe
Till we make our Isle a nation free and grand
God save Ireland, said the heroes
God save Ireland, said they all
Whether on the scaffold high
Or the battlefield we die
Oh, what matter when for Erin dear we fall
Gotta have a Rebel song or two!
The song was written by T. D. Sullivan in 1867, and first published December 7th 1867, inspired by Edmund O'Meager Condon's speech on the Manchester Docks. When the three Manchester Martyrs (Michael Larkin, William Phillip Allen, and Michael O'Brien) were executed, the song was adopted as the Fenian movement's anthem. This song shares its tune with "Tramp Tramp Tramp (The Prisoner's Hope)" a song reportedly written in 1863 by George F. Root in response to conditions in the Andersonville Prison, a Confederate prison during the American Civil War.
(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/God_Save_Ireland, accessed 5/4/08)
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It is [G] of good [D] ale to [C] you I'll [Em] sing
and [G] to good ale I'll [C] always [G] cling
I [Em] like my [D] mug filled [G] to the [C] brim
and [G] I'll drink all you'd [C] like to [G] bring
(Chorus
[D] O, Good [G] ale, thou [Em] art my [C] darling
[D] Thou [C] art my [Am] joy, both [D] night and [D7] morn- [G] in')
It is you that helps me with my work
and from a task I'll never shirk
While I can get a good home brew
and better than one pint I like two
Chorus
I love you in the early morn
I love in daylight, dark or dawn
and when I'm weary, worn or spent
I'll turn the tap and ease the vent
Chorus
It is you that makes my friends my foes
it's you that makes me wear old clothes
But since you've come so near my nose
it's up you comes, and down you goes!
Chorus
You have caused me debts I've often swore
I never would drink strong ale no more
but for all that I'll you forgive
and I'll drink strong ale as long as I live
Chorus X2
capo 2nd fret
(verse added my Momus)
'Cause I only drink ale with my good friends
but they're never quite with me till the ends
I'll pre-apologize for my blackout
from drinking good mead and too much stout.
[F] Well how [Dm] do you do young [Bb] Willie Mc- [Gm] Bride,
Do you [C] mind if I [C7] sit here down [Bb] by your grave- [F] side,
And [F] rest for a [Dm] while neath the [Bb] warm summer [Gm] sun,
I've been [C] working all [C7] day and [Bb] I'm nearly [F] done.
I [F] see by your [Dm] gravestone you were [Bb] only [Gm] 19,
When you [C] joined the great [Bb] fallen in [F] 19 [C7] 16,
I [F] hope you died [Dm] well and I [Gm] hope you died clean,
Or young [C] Willie Mc- [C7] Bride was it [Bb] slow and ob- [F] scene?
(Chorus:
Did they [C] beat the drum [C7] slowly, did they [Bb] play the fife [F] lowly,
Did they [C] sound the death [C7] march, as they [Bb] lowered you [C] down,
Did the [Bb] band play the Last Post and [F] chorus? [Dm],
Did the [F] pipes play the [Bb] Flowers of the [C7] For- [F] est?)
Did you leave e're a wife or a sweetheart behind,
In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined,
Although you died back in 1916,
In that faithful heart are you forever 19.
Or are you a stranger without even a name,
enclosed in forever behind a glass frame?
In an old photograph all torn, battered, and stained,
and faded to yellow in a brown leather frame?
Chorus
The sun now it shines on the green fields of France,
There's a warm summer breeze that makes the red poppies dance,
And look how the sun shines from under the trees,
There's no gas, no barbed wire, there's no guns firing now.
But here in this graveyard it's still "No Man's Land",
The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand,
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man,
To a whole generation that were butchered and damned.
Chorus
Ah, young Willie McBride I can't help wonder why,
Do all those who lie here know why did they die,
And did they believe when they answered the call,
Did they really believe that this war would end wars.
Well, the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain,
The killing and dieing were all done in vain,
For young Willie McBride it all happened again,
And again, and again, and again, and again.
No capo required. These words after the Fureys and Davey Arthur version
tempo=130
[G] In Eighteen hundred and [D] forty [G] six
on [C] March the Eighteenth [D] day
We [G] hoisted our colors to the [D] top of the [C] mast
Last two lines of each verse are the chorus
[G] and for Greenland [D] sailed a-[G] way, brave boys
and for Greenland [D] sailed a-[G] way
The lookout in the crow's nest stood
with his spyglass in his hand
"there's a whale, there's a whale
and a whale fish" he cried
"and she blows at every span, brave boys
and she blows at every span
The captain stood on the quarter deck
and the ice was in his eye
"Overhaul, overhaul, let your jib sheets fall
and you'll put your boats to sea brave boys,
and you'll put your boats to sea
The harpoon struck and the line played out
and with a single flourish of his tail
he capsized the boat and we lost five men
and we did not catch that whale, brave boys
and we did not catch that whale
The losing of them five jolly men
it grieved the captain sore
but the losing of that fine whale fish
how it grieved him ten times more, brave boys
how it grieved him ten times more
Now, Greenland is a barren land
a land that bears no green
but there's ice and there's snow
and the whale fishes blow
and the tail is seldom seen brave boys
and the tail is seldom seen.
The [C] harp that once through [F] Tara's halls
its [C] soul of [G7] music [C] shed
Now hangs as mute on [G7] Tara's walls
as [C] if that soul were [G7] fled
So [C] sleeps the pride of [G7] former days
so [C] glorys thrill is [F] o'er
[G7] and [Am] hearts that once beat [F] high for praise
now [C] feel that [G7] pulse no [C] more
No more to Chiefs and ladies bright
the harp of Tara swells
the chord alone that breaks at night
its tale of ruin tells
Thus freedom now so seldom wakes
the only throb she gives
is when some heart indignant breaks
to show that she still lives
*** This is published everywhere. Its from about 900 AD ***
Come [A] get your duds in order 'cuz we're bound to cross the [D] water
Heave [A] away, me jollies, heave a- [D] way
Come [A] get your duds in order 'cuz we're bound to leave to- [D] morrow
Heave a-[A] way me jolly boys, we're [E] all bound a- [A]way
Sometimes we're bound for Liverpool, sometimes we're bound for Spain
Heave away, me jollies, heave away
But now we're bound for old St. John's where all the girls are dancing
Heave away me jolly boys, we're all bound away
I wrote me love a letter, I was on the Jenny Lind
Heave away, me jollies, heave away
I wrote me love a letter and I signed it with a ring
Heave away me jolly boys, we're all bound away
Sometimes we're bound for Liverpool, sometimes we're bound for Spain
Heave away, me jollies, heave away
But now we're bound for old St. John's where all the girls are dancing
Heave away me jolly boys, we're all bound away
Now it's farewell Nancy darling, 'cuz it's now I'm going to leave you
Heave away, me jollies, heave away
You promised that me you'd marry me, but how you did deceive me
Heave away me jolly boys, we're all bound away
Sometimes we're bound for Liverpool, sometimes we're bound for Spain
Heave away, me jollies, heave away
But now we're bound for old St. John's where all the girls are dancing
Heave away me jolly boys, we're all bound away
This version after the Fables
Kind [Dm] friends and com-[F] panions, come [C] join me in [Dm] rhyme
Come [Dm] lift up your [F] voices in [F] chorus with [C] mine.
Let us [Dm] drink and be [F] merry, all [F] grief to re-[C] frain,
For we [Dm] may and might [F] never all [C] meet here a-[Dm] gain.
So here's a health to the company, and one to my lass.
Let us drink and be merry all out of one glass.
Let us drink and be merry all grief to refrain,
For we may and might never all meet here again.
Here's a health to the wee lass that I love so well.
For style and for beauty there's none can excel;
She smiles on my countenance as she sits on my knee.
Sure, there's no one on earth who's as happy as me.
Our ship lies at harbor, she's ready to dock;
I wish her safe landings without any shock.
And if ever we should meet again by land or by sea,
I will always remember your kindness to me.
Additional Verse heard on Owain Phyfe's version of this song from his album Poets, Bards, & Singers of Song
My footsteps may falter, my wit, it might fail
my course may be challenged by November gale
their fortune shall prove to be friend or be foe
you will always be with me wherever I go.
This is a Parting Song, and as such is usually only sung when the Bards are finished performing. Calling for a parting song is taken as a call to "pack it up and go home" and in this way, is bitter sweet.
Fare thee well [C] my [G] lovely [C] darling
a thousand [G] times a- [C] dieu
We are going a- [Am] way from the [F] Holy [G] Ground
and the [C] girls we all love [G7] true.
We will [C] sail the [G] salt seas [C] over
and we'll re- [Am] turn for [F] sho- [G] re,
to [F] see again the [Am] girls we love
and the [C] Holy [G7] Ground once [C] more.
(Chorus
Fine Girl You Are! You're the [C] girl I [Am] do a- [F] do- [G] re.
And [F] still I live in [Am] hope to see the [C] Holy [G7] Ground once [C] more.)
And now the storm is raging and we are far from the shore
and the poor old ship is tossing about and the rigging is all torn
and the secrets of my mind, my love, you're the girl I do adore
and still I live in hope to see the Holy Ground once more
Chorus
And now the storm is over and we are safe and well
we will go into a public house and we'll eat and drink our fill
and we'll drink strong ale and porter and make the rafters roar
and when our money is all spent we'll go to sea once more
Chorus
Most folks may know this from the Clancys, but we know it from Michael Kelly at Pennsic these many years
I'll [C] tell me ma when I get home
The [G] boys won't leave the [C] girls alone
They pull my hair, they steal my comb
But [G] that's all right till [C] I get home
[C] She is handsome, [F] she is pretty
[C] She is the belle of [G] Belfast city
[C] She is courting [F] one, two, three
[C] Hey, won't you [G] tell me, [C] who is he?
Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fighting for her
Knock at the door and ring the bell
Hey, my true love, are you well
Out she comes as white as snow
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Our Jenny Murry says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye
Let the wind and the rain and the hail go high
Snow come tumbling from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie
She'll get a fellow by and by
When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma when she gets home
Let them all come as they will
It's Albert Mooney she loves still
as recorded by the Clancys
Oh me [G] name is Jack [D] Stewart and I'm a [G] canny gun [C] man
And a [G] rovin' young [D] fellow I've [G] been [D]
So be easy and free when you're drinkin' with me
I'm a man you don't meet every day.
I have acres of land; I have men at command
I have always a shillin' to spare
So be easy and free when you're drinkin' with me
I'm a man you don't meet every day
So come fill up your glasses with brandy and wine
Whatever it costs I will pay
So be easy and free when you're drinkin' with me
I'm a man you don't meet every day
Well I took out my dog and him I did shoot
All down in the county Kildare
So be easy and free when you're drinkin' with me
I'm a man you don't meet every day
So come fill up your glasses with brandy and wine
Whatever it costs I will pay
So be easy and free when you're drinkin' with me
I'm a man you don't meet every day
*** I do it the way the Pogues do it. I have never heard another version. If you have, let me know ***
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(Chorus
I'm a [D] rover and [Bm#5] seldom [D] sober,
I'm a [D] rover o'high [A7] degree,
It's when I'm [D] drinking I'm always thinking
How to gain my love's [A7] comp- [D] any.)
Though the nicht be as dark as dungeon,
No' a star to be seen above,
I will be guided without a stumble
Into the airms o' my ain true love.
He steppit up to her bedroom window,
Kneelin' gently upon a stone,
He rappit at her bedroom-window:
"Darlin' dear, do you lie alone?"
She raised her heid on her snaw-white pillow,
Wi' her airms aboot her breast:
"Wha' is that at my bedroom-window,
Disturbin' me at my lang night's rest?"
"It's only me, your ain true lover;
Open the door and let me in,
For I hae come on a lang journey
And I'm near drenched to the skin."
She opened the door wi' the greatest pieasure,
She opened the door and she let him in;
They baith shook hands and embraced each other,
Until the mornin' they lay as one.
The cocks were crawin', the birds were whistlin',
The burns they ran free abune the brae;
"Remember, lass, I'm a ploughman laddie
And the fairmer I must obey.
"Noo, my lass, I must gang and leave thee,
And though the hills they are high above,
I will climb them wi' greater pleasure
Since I been in the airms o' my love."
Bm#5add11 {x 2 0 0 3 0}
[F#m]
[F#m] Ah, ah.
[A] [E] We come from the land of ice and snow,
from the midnite sun where the hot [E] [A] springs blow.
[F#m] The hammer of the gods...
will drive our ships to new lands,
to fight the horde, singing and crying:
[A] [E] Valhalla, I am com...[E] [A] ...ing!
[F#m]
[A] On we sweep
[B] with threshing oar,
[C] our only goal will be the western shore
[F#m]
[F#m] Ah, ah.
[A] [E] We come from the land of ice and snow,
from the midnite sun where the hot [E] [A] springs blow.
[F#m] How soft your fields so green,
can whisper tales of gore,
of how we calmed the tides of war.
[A] [E] We are your over...[E] [A] ...lords.
[F#m]
[A] On we sweep
[B] with threshing oar,
[C] our only goal will be the western shore
[F#m]
So now you'd better stop
and rebuild your ruins,
for peace and trust can win the day despite of all your losing.
[F#m] (Main Riff, add C9)
One of a couple Led Zeppelin tunes that are just too awesome to leave off the play list.
by Momus (when I say drink you drink)
[Em] Farewell my [G] love that I [D] left on the [Em] docks.
Fare- [Em] well to [G] dreams un-ob- [Bm] tained.
Fare- [Em] well my [G] life that is [D] taken from [Em] me,
[Em] and to the [D] drink I'll [Em] remain.
(Chorus
In- [G] to the [D] drink
in- [Bm] to the [Em] drink
in- [D] to the [Bm] drink, i'll re-[Em] main.
In- [G] to the [D] drink,
in- [Bm] to the [Em] drink,
in- [D]to the [Bm] drink i'll re- [Em]main.)
She sits in the peak and she waits for a word,
such grief no man can explain!
My lungs fill up like the tears in her eyes
into the drink i'll remain.
(chorus)
I see her now, as she hears of my fate,
such love no man can reclaim
My widow cries, as she jumps from the rocks,
"Into the drink we'll remain."
Into the drink
into the drink
into the drink, we'll remain.
Into the drink,
into the drink,
into the drink we'll remain.
ABC notation
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capo 3
[Am] About a maid I'll sing a song
sing [Am] rickety, [Dm] rickety [Am] tin
[Dm] about a maid I'll [Am] sing a song
who [Am] didn't [G] have her family [Am] long
Not [Am] only [Dm] did she [Am] do them [Dm] wrong
she [Am] did every [G] one of them [Am] in
Them [G] in
She [Am] did every [G] one of them [Am] in.
One morning in a fit of pique
sing rickety, rickety tin
One morning in a fit of pique
she drowned her father in the creek
The water tasted bad for a week
and we had to make do with gin
With Gin
and we had to make do with gin.
Her mother she could never stand
sing rickety, rickety tin
her mother she could never stand
and so a cyanide soup she planned
The mother died with a spoon in her hand
and her face in a hideous grin
A grin
Her face in a hideous grin.
She set her sisters hair on fire
sing rickety, rickety tin
she set her sisters hair on fire
and as the smoke and the flames grew higher
she danced around the funeral pyre
playing a violin
-olin
Playing a Violin
She weighted her brother down with stones
sing rickety, rickety tin
she weighted her brother down with stones
and sent him off to Davy Jones
all they ever found were some bones
and occassional pieces of skin
of skin
and occassional pieces of skin
One day when she had naught to do
sing rickety, rickety tin
One day when she had naught to do
she cut her baby brother in two
and served him up as an Irish stew
and invited the nieghbors in
them in
and invited the nieghbors in
And when at last the police came by
sing rickety, rickety tin
And when at last the police came by
her little pranks she did not deny
To do so, she would have to lie
and lying she knew was a sin
a sin
and lying she knew was a sin
My tragic tale I won't prolong
sing rickety, rickety tin
My tragic tale I won't prolong
and if you don't enjoy my song
you've yourself to blame if its too long
you should never have let me begin
begin
you should never have let me begin!
*** To a traditional tune, Tom Lehrer wrote these lyrics
in the fifties ***
'Twas a [C] morning in July,
I was [F] walking to Tipper- [C] ary
When I heard a battle cry
From the [G] mountains over head
As I [C] looked up in the sky
I saw an [F] Irish soldier [C] laddie
He looked at me right [G] fearlessly and [C] said:
Will ye [G] stand in the band like a [C] true Irish man,
And go and fight the forces of the [G] crown?
Will ye [C] march with O'Neill to an [F] Irish battle [C] field?
For [C] tonight we go to [G] free old Wexford [C] town!
Said I to that soldier boy
"Won't you take me to your captain
T'would be my pride and joy
For to march with you today.
My young brother fell in Cork
And my son at Innes Carthay!"
Unto the noble captain I did say:
Will ye stand in the band like a true Irish man,
And go and fight the forces of the crown?
Will ye march with O'Neill to an Irish battle field?
For tonight we go to free old Wexford town!
As we marched back from the field
In the shadow of the evening
With our banners flying low
To the memory of our dead
We returned unto our homes
But without my soldier laddie
Yet I never will forget those words he said:
Will ye stand in the band like a true Irish man,
And go and fight the forces of the crown?
Will ye march with O'Neill to an Irish battle field?
For tonight we go to free old Wexford town!
Twas [C] down by Brannigan's Corner, one [F] morning [G] I did [C] stray.
I met a fellow rebel, and [F] to me he did [C] say,
"We've [C] orders from the captain to [F] assemble at Dun- [C] bar,
But how are we to get there, with- [F] out a [G] motor [C] car?"
"Oh Barney dear, be of good cheer, I'll tell you what we'll do.
The specials they are plentiful, the IRA are few,
We'll send a wire to Johnson to meet us at Stranlar
And we'll give the lads a bloody good ride in Johnson's Motor Car"
When Dr. Johnson heard the news he soon put on his shoes
He says this is an urgent case, there is no time to lose,
He then put on his castor hat and on his breast a star
You could hear the din all through Glenfin of Johnson's Motor Car
But when he got to the railway bridge, some rebels he saw there
Old Johnson knew the game was up, for at him they did stare
He said "I have a permit, to travel near and far."
"To hell with your English permit, we want your motor car."
"What will my loyal brethren think, when they hear the news,
My car has been commandeered, by the rebels at Dunluce."
"We'll give you a receipt for it, all signed by Captain Barr.
And when Ireland gets her freedom, boy, you'll get your motor car."
Well we put that car in motion and filled it to the brim,
With guns and bayonets shining which made old Johnson grim,
And Barney hoisted a Sinn Fein flag, and it fluttered like a star,
And we gave three cheers for the IRA and [F] Johnson's [G7] Motor [C] Car.
Lyrics And Chords, William Gillespie. Recorded by The Dubliners and The Clancy's.
It's [G] of a jolly [D] beggarman came [C] tripping o'er the [D] plain
He [G] came unto a [C] farmer's door a [G] lodging for to [D] gain
The [G] farmer's daughter [D] she came down and [C] viewed him cheek and [D] chin
She [G] says, He is a [C] handsome man. I [G] pray you take him [D] in
We'll [G] go no more a [D] roving, a [C] roving in the [D] night
We'll [G] go no more a [C] roving, let the [G] moon shine so [D] bright
We'll [G] go no more a roving
He would not lie within the barn nor yet within the byre
But he would in the corner lie down by the kitchen fire
o then the beggar's bed was made of good clean sheets and hay
And down beside the kitchen fire the jolly beggar lay
The farmer's daughter she got up to bolt the kitchen door
And there she saw the beggar standing naked on the floor
He took the daughter in his arms and to the bed he ran
Kind sir, she says, be easy now, you'll waken our good man
Now you are no beggar, you are some gentleman
For you have stolen my maidenhead and I am quite undone
I am no lord, I am no squire, of beggars I be one
And beggars they be robbers all, so you are quite undone
A favorite of mine by Planxty.
capo 4
Vocals start on D G
As I was [D] sitting with a jug and spoon
on [A] one fine morn in the [D] month of June
A birdie sat on an [G] ivy bunch
and the [D] song he [G] sang [D] was The [A] Jug of [D] Punch
(Chorus:
Too-ra Loo-ra Loo
Too-ra Loo-ra Lah
Too-ra Loo-ra Lah
Too-ra Loo-ra Lay
A birdie sat on an ivy bunch
and the song he sang was The Jug of Punch)
What more diversion could a man desire
Than to court a girl by a neat turf fire?
With a kerry pippin and the crack and crunch
Aye, and on the table a jug of punch
(Chorus)
The learn-ed doctors with all their art
Cannot cure the impression thats on my heart
Even the cripple forgets his hunch
When he's safe outside of the jug of punch.
(Chorus)
And if I get drunk, well me money's my own
and them's don't like me, they can leave me alone
I'll tune me fiddle and Ill rosin me bow
and I'll be welcome wherever I go
(Chorus)
And when I'm dead and in my grave
No costly tombstone will I crave
Just lay me down in me native peat
with a jug of punch at my head and feet
(Chorus:
Too-ra Loo-ra Loo
Too-ra Loo-ra Lah
Too-ra Loo-ra Lah
Too-ra Loo-ra Lay
A birdie sat on an ivy bunch
and the song he sang was The Jug of Punch)
In the [A] sweet county Lim'rick one [D] cold winter's [A] night
there was [A] bonfires and fiddlin when I [D] first saw the [E] light
and the [A] lanky legged midwife went [D] tipsy with [A] joy
As she [A] staggered around with a [D] slip of a [E] boy,
Chorus:
singing "Bain-ne na mbo dos na gamh-na
(Pronounced: [A] Ban ya on bo is on [D] gaw-[A] na)
and the [A] juice of the [E] barley for [A] me!"
Well when I was a gossoon of eight years or so
with me turf and me primer to school I did go
to a dusty old school house without any door
where lay the schoolmaster blind drunk on the floor
(Chorus)
At the learnin I wasn't much a genius I'm thinking
but I soon beat the master entirely at drinking
not a wake or a wedding for five miles around
but myself in the corner was sure to be found
(Chorus)
One Sunday the priest read me out from the altar
saying you'll end up your days with your neck in a halter
and you'll dance a fine jig between heaven and hell
and his words they did frighten me, truth for to tell
(Chorus)
So the very next morning as the dawn it did break
I went down to the vestry the pledge for to take
and there in that room sat the priests in a bunch
Round a big roaring fire drinking tumblers of punch
(Chorus)
From that day to this I have wandered alone
A jack of all trades, aye, and a master of none
With the sky for me roof and the earth for me floor
sure I'll dance out my days drinking whiskey galore
(Chorus)
Three [G] weeks ago last Tuesday, well, I [D] left me home in [G] Cork
To [D] find me Uncle [G] Martin Kelly [D] living in New York.
When I [G] landed in Hoboken and [D] began without [G] delay
To [D] find me uncle's [G] residence [D] located in Broadway.
I [Em] went to their directory me uncle for to find,
But I [Em] found so many Kellys there that I [D] nearly [A] lost me [D] mind.
Well, I [G] went and asked directions from a [D] friendly German [G] Jew,
But [D] he says, "Please, [G] excuse me, but me [D] name is Kelly too."
And there's [G] Kelly, the barman, [D] Kelly the [G] carman,
[G] Kelly the sailor who came from [D] Donegal,
[G] Kelly from Derry, [C] Kelly from [G] Kerry,
But the [G] Kelly [D] I was [C] looking [G] for, I [C] could not [D] find at [G] all.
(Break)
[G] [D] [G] [D]
[C] [D] x2
I travelled up to Boston, that city of great fame.
I heard the Kellys living there had made themselves a name.
The Kellys run the statehouse. The Kellys run the banks.
The police and fire department, sure, the Kellys fill the ranks.
Dan Kelly runs the railroad. John Kelly runs the seas.
Kate Kelly runs the suffragettes and she looks right good to me.
Well, I went and asked directions from a naturalized Chinese,
But he says, "Please, excuse me, but me name it is Kell Lee."
And there's Kelly from Dublin, Kelly from Sligo,
Little Mickey Kelly who came from the County Clare,
Sure, Kelly built the pyramids with good old Galway granite,
And when Kelly discovered the North Pole, sure, he found Pat Kelly there.
Taken from the book, Out of Ireland by Kerby Miller and Paul Wagner.
Subject: Lyr Add: THE KELLYS From: Wolfgang Hell Date: 07 Jan 99 - 12:08 PM On the Moloney, O'Connell, and Keane CD "Kilkelly" there's a medley titled "Green fields of America". Here's my transcription of one of the song in that medley. Any corrections are invited. The song sounds like US-1920s to me. Am I far off? Wolfgang
[Em] Kilkelly, Ireland, [G] eighteen and sixty,
My [D] dear and loving son [Em] John,
[Em] Your good friend the schoolmaster [G] Pat McNamara
[D] so good as to write these words [Em] down.
[G] Your brothers have all gone to [D] find work in England,
[C] the house is so empty and [D] sad.
[Em] The crop of potatoes is [G] sorely infected,
[D] a third to a half of them [Em] bad.
[G] And your sister Brigid and [D] Patrick O'Donnell
[C] are going to be married in [D] June.
[Em] Your mother says not to [G] work on the railroad
[D] and be sure to come on home [Em] soon.
Kilkelly, Ireland, eighteen and seventy,
My dear and loving son John,
Hello to your missus and to your four children,
may they grow healthy and strong.
Michael has got in a wee bit of trouble,
I suppose he never will learn.
Because of the dampness, there's no turf to speak of,
and now we have nothing to burn.
and Bridget is happy you named a child for her,
although she's got six of her own.
You say you found work, but you don't say what kind,
or when you'll be coming home.
Kilkelly, Ireland, eighteen and eighty,
Dear Michael and John, my sons,
I'm sorry to give you the very sad news
that your dear old mother has gone.
We buried her down at the church in Kilkelly,
your brothers and Brigid were there.
You don't have to worry, she died very quickly,
remember her in your prayers.
And it's so good to hear that Michael's returning,
with money he's sure to buy land,
for the crop has been poor,
and the people are selling at any price that they can.
Kilkelly, Ireland, eighteen and ninety,
My dear and loving son John,
I suppose that I must be close on 80,
it's 30 years since you've gone.
Because of all of the money you sent me,
I'm still living out on my own.
Michael has built himself a fine house,
and Brigid's daughters are grown.
Thank you for sending your family picture,
they're lovely young women and men.
You say that you might even come for a visit,
what joy to see you again.
Kilkelly, Ireland, eighteen and ninety-two,
My dear brother John,
I'm sorry I didn't write sooner to tell you
that Father passed on.
He was living with Brigid,
she says he was cheerful and healthy right down to the end.
And you should have seen him playing with the grandchildren
of Pat McNamara your friend.
And we buried him alongside of Mother,
down at the Kilkelly churchyard.
He was a strong and a feisty old man,
considering his life was so hard.
And it's funny the way he kept talking about you,
he called for you at the end.
Why don't you think about coming to visit,
we'd all love to see you again.
Copyright 1989 Green Linnet Records, Inc.
This version of the lyrics thanks to Paddy Waldron. Visit Paddy's Page if you are interested in researching your Irish ancestry or to pick up some tips on how to make more money betting!
Washington, D.C. songwriter Peter Jones based this song on a series of letters, spanning over half a century in the latter decades of the nineteenth century, from members of a family in the village of Kilkelly in County Mayo to two sons in the United States.
Rose the din of oars, of iron clashing,
crashed shield 'gainst shield with shock of rowing,
as dashed through the waves the warrior's fleet;
the staunch wave steeds stood out to sea.
It burst on the ears when, buffeting,
the long ship keels met Kolga's sister,
as if surf with cliff did clash in storm.
Then higher Helgi bade hoist the topsails -
the crews shunned not the shock of billows -
when the dreadful daughter of Aegir
would overwhelm the hawser-steeds.
But Sigrun on high hovering above
did shield them stoutly, and their ships also;
the king's brine-hogs out of Ran's clutches
glided safely at Gnipa Grove.
*** From the first lay of Helgi the Hunding-Slayer ***
capo 1
In the [Am] town of A-thy one Jeremy Lannigan [G] battered away till he hadn't a pound.
His [Am] father he died, made him a man again, left him a [E7] farm and ten [Am] acres of ground.
He gave a grand party for friends and relations who wouldn't forget him when come to the wall.
If you will listen, I'll make your eyes glisten at rows and ructions at Lanigan's Ball.
(Chorus)
[Am] Six long months I [G] spent in Dublin, [Am] six long months doin' [E7] nuthin at all.
[Am] Six long months I [G] spent in Dublin [Am] learning to [E7] dance for [Am] Lanigan's Ball.
I stepped out, I stepped in again, I stepped out, I stepped in again.
I stepped out, I stepped in again, learning to dance for Lanigan's Ball.
Meself to be sure got free invitations for all the nice girls and boys I might ask
Just in a minute both friends and relations were dancing as merry as bees 'round a cask
There was lashings of punch, wine for the ladies; potatoes and cakes, there was bacon and tay
There were the Nolans, the Dolans, O'Gradys courting the girls and dancing away.
They were doing all kinds of nonsensical polkas, all 'round the room in a whirligig
Till Julie and I soon banished their nonsense and tipped them a twist of a real Irish jig
O how that girl she got mad at me and we danced till we thought that the ceilings would fall
For I spent three weeks at Brook's Academy learning to dance for Lanigan's Ball.
(Chorus)
The boys were all merry, the girls all hearty dancing together in couples and groups
Till an accident happened, young Terrance McCarthy; he put his right leg through Miss Finnerty's hoops
The creature she fainted and called 'melia murder'; called for her brothers and gathered them all
Carmody swore that he'd go no further; he'd get satisfaction at Lanigan's Ball
In the midst of the row Miss Kerrigan fainted; her cheeks at the same time as red as a rose
Some of the boys decreed she was painted; she took a small drop too much I suppose
Her sweetheart Ned Morgan so powerful and able; when he saw his fair colleen streched by the wall
He tore the left leg from under the table and smashed all the dishes at Lanigan's Ball
(Chorus)
Boys, O boys tis then there was ructions; I took a leg from young Phelim McHugh
But soon I replied to his fine introductions and kicked him a terrible hullaballoo
Old Casey the piper he nearly got strangled; they squeezed up his pipes, bellows, chanters and all
The girls in their ribbons they all got entangled and that put an end to Lanigan's Ball
(Chorus)
I like a version I've heard by The Jolly Beggar Man
[F] In comes the train and the [Bb] whole plat-form shakes.
It [C] stops with a shudder and screaming [Bb] of [F] brakes.
The [F] parting has come and my [Bb] weary soul aches
I'm [C] leaving my Nancy- [F] O
But you stand there so calmly determinedly gay
And you talk of the weather and events of the day
But your eyes tell me all that your tongue doesn't say
Good bye my Nancy-O
(Chorus:
And come a little closer
lay your head upon my shoulder
and let me hold you one more time
before the whistle blows.)
My suitcase is lifted and stowed on the train
And thousands regrets whirl in my brain
And the ache in my heart is a black sea of pain
I'm leaving my Nancy-O
And you stand there so calmly so lovely to see
But the grip of your hand is an unspoken plea
You're not fooling yourself and you're not fooling me
Goodbye my Nancy-O
Chorus
For our time has run out and the whistle has blown
And here I must leave you standing alone
We have so little time and the time is all gone
Good bye me Nancy-O
And as the train starts gently to roll
And as I lean out to wave and to call
I see your first tears trickle and fall
Good bye my Nancy-O
Repeat Chorus twice
Pretty much the same tune as the Green Fields of France, but doesn't induce mandatory sobbing
Fare- [D] well to you my [G] own true [D] love
I am going far, far [A7] away
I am [D] bound for Cali-[G] forni-[D] ay,
and I know that [A7] I'll return some [D] day
(Chorus:
So [A7] fare thee well my [D] own true love
For when I return united we shall [A7] be
It's not the [D] leavin' of Liverpool that [G] grieves [D] me
But me darlin, [A7] when I think of [D] thee)
I have shipped on a Yankee sailing ship
Davy Crockett is her name
and her Captain's name is Burgess
and they say that she's a floatin' hell
(Chorus)
Oh, the sun is on the harbor love
and I wish that I could remain
For I know it'll be a long, long time
before I see you again.
(Chorus)
A7 {x02020}
One of the Child Ballads, this one was done recently by The Prodigals in a way I quite liked. I've marked up the first verse in the manner they do it.
12D.1
O [D] Where hae ye been to, Lord Randal, my son?
O [Bm] where hae ye been to, [A7] my beloved one?
I hae [D] been to the wild wood;
I hae [D7] been to the wild wood;
[D] mother, make my [Bm] bed, I've a [A7] pain in my [D] head
and I [D] fain would lie [A7] down.’
and I [Bm] fain would lie [D] down.’
12D.2
What did you do there, Lord Randal, my son?
What did you do there, my beloved one?’
I dine’d wi my true-love
I dine’d wi my true-love
Make me my bed I've a pain in my head
And I fain would lie down
And I fain would lie down
12D.3
What did you eat there, Lord Randal, my son?
What did you eat there, my beloved one?
Eels in eels broth, Eels in eels broth
Make me my bed I've a pain in my head
And I fain would lie down
And I fain would lie down
12D.5
O I fear ye are poisond, Lord Randal, my son!
O I fear ye are poisond, my beloved one!
Indeed I am poisond, Indeed I am poisond!
Make me my bed I've a pain in my head
And I fain would lie down
And I fain would lie down
12A.8
What will you leave to your mother, my son?
What will you leave her, Oh ill-fated one?
My gold and my silver, my gold and my silver
Make me my bed, I've a pain in me head
and I fain would lie down
and I fain would lie down
12H.10
What will you leave to your sweetheart, my son?
What will you leave her, Oh ill-fated one?
A rope to hang her, a rope to hang her!
Make me my bed, I've a pain in me head
and I fain would lie down
and I fain would lie down
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(Chorus
Oh [G] love is teasing and love is [D] pleasing
love is a pleasure when first its [G] new
but as love grows older, sure love grows [D] colder
until it fades away like the morning [G] dew)
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
I wish I was a maid again
but a maid again I ne'er can be
till apples grow on an ivy tree
(chorus)
but the sweetest apple is the soonest rotten
and the hottest love is the soonest cold
but what can't be cured, love, has to be endured, love
so now I am bound for Amerikay
(Chorus)
I capo this on the 2nd fret, so it's really in A
abc music notation
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The [D] love that I have cho [G] sen
and [D] now it be content [Bm]
and the [D] salt sea shall be fro [G] zen
be [D] fore that [A] I re [D] pent
[D] Repent it shall I ne- [G] ver [D] un- [G] til the [F#] day I [Em] dee
but the [G] lowlands of [D] Hol [C#] land [Bm]
has [Em] twain my [A] love and [D] me
My love lies in the salt sea
and I am on the side
its enough to break a young things heart
what lately was a bride
what lately was a bride
with pleasures in her ee
but the lowlands of Holland
has twain my love and me
My love he built a bonnie ship
and set her on the sea
with seven score good mariners
to bear her company
but theres three score of them is sunk
and three score dead at sea
and the lowlands of Holland
have twain my love and me
This version by SteelEye Span from Hark the Village Wait. Other versions of note include: Natalie Merchant with the Chieftans from the Irish Heartbeat Album, and one by Patrick Galvin
An [G] old man came courting me, hey ding [D] doorum dah
An [G] old man came courting me, me being [D] young.
An [G] old man came [D] courting me, [G] fain would he [D] marry me,
[G] Maids when you're [C] young never [D] wed an old [G] man.
(CHORUS:
Because he's got no faloorum, fal liddle eye oorum,
He's got no faloorum, fal liddle all day.
He's got no faloorum, he's lost his ding doorum,
Maids when you're young never wed an old man.)
When we went to church, hey ding doorum dah
When we went to church, me being young.
When we went to church he left me in the lurch
Maids when you're young never wed an old man.
CHORUS
When we went to bed, hey ding doorum dah
When we went to bed, me being young.
When we went to bed, he lay like he was dead,
Maids when you're young never wed an old man.
CHORUS
So I threw me leg over him, hey ding doorum dah
I flung me leg over him, me being young.
I threw me leg over him, damn near done smothered him,
Maids when you're young never wed an old man.
CHORUS
When he went to sleep, hey ding doorum dah
When he went to sleep, me being young.
When he went to sleep, out of bed I did creep,
Into the arms of a handsome young man.
(Chorus
And I found his faloorum, fal liddle eye oorum,
And I found his faloorum, fal liddle all day.
And I found his faloorum, he got my ding doorum,
Maids when you're young never wed an old man.)
This is a version by the Dubliners
[G A B]
(Chorus:
[C] Oh, fare thee [F] well my [C] own true love [G A B]
[C] Fare thee well for a [G] while
[C] The ship is waiting and the [F] wind blows high
and [C] I am [F] bound far [C] away for the [G] sea Mary [C] Anne [F] [C] [G A B])
Do you hear the morning gull?
standing on yon style?
Longing for the loss of his love
Just as my heart aches for you, my dear Mary Anne
(Chorus)
Ah, a lobster boiling in a pot
a bluefish on a hook
They're suffering long, but its nothing like
the way my heart aches for you my dear Mary Anne
(Chorus)
*** This is a Canadian Irish tune I learned from
Mr. Sanfilipo who runs the folk show on USB (90.1) ***
I may eventually replace this entry with Planxty Little Musgrave, another version of the song I heard by Christy Moore
[Cm] A holiday, a holiday
and the [Cm] first one [Bb] of the [Cm] year
Lord Arnolds wife came [Bb] into the church
the [Cm] gospel [Bb] for to [Cm] hear
and when the meeting it was done
she cast her eyes about
and there she spied little Matty Groves
walking in the crowd
"Come home with me little Matty Groves,
come home with me tonight
Come home with me little Matty Groves
and sleep with me till light"
"I cant come home, I won't come home
and sleep with you tonight
By the rings on your fingers I can tell
you are Lord Arnolds wife"
"If I am Lord Arnold's wife
Lord Arnold's not at home
for he is out in the far cornfields
bringing the yearlings home"
And then a servant who was standing by
and hearing what was said
he swore Lord Arnold, he would know
before the sun was set
And in his hurry to carry the news
he rent his breast and ran
and when he came to the broad mill stream
he kicked off his shoes and swam
Matty, he lay down to bed
and took a little sleep
and when he awoke, Lord Arnold
was standing at his feet
"How do you like my feather bed,
and how do you like my sheets?
And how do you like my lady gay
who lies in your arms asleep?"
"Well I like your feather bed,
and well I like your sheets.
But better I like your lady gay
who lies in my arms asleep."
"Get up! Get up!" Lord Arnold cried
"Get up as quick as you can,
for it'll never be said in fair England
that I slew a naked man."
"I cant get up, I won't get up.
I can't get up for my life.
For you have two broad beaten swords
and I've not a pocket knife."
"It's true I have two beaten swords
and they cost me deep in the purse
but you may have the better of them
and I will have the worst.
And you may strike the very first blow,
and strike it like a man.
And I will strike the very next blow
and I'll kill you if I can.
Matty struck the very first blow
and he hurt lord Arnold sore
and Arnold struck the very next blow
and Matty struck no more.
Then Arnold took his own dear wife
and he sat her on his knee saying,
"Who do you like the best of us?
Matty Groves or me?"
And then up spoke his own dear wife
never heard to speak so free:
"I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips
than you in your finery."
Then Lord Arnold, up he jumped
and loudly he did bawl
He struck his wife right through the heart
and he pinned her against the wall
"A grave, a grave!" Lord Arnold cried,
"to put these lovers in,
but bury my lady at the top
for she was of noble kin"
Cm {x35543}
Bb {x1333x}
Obviously you can do it in any key. We used to play it Em/D, but I find that's too high for me personally.
When we're working nights, the village round
the old church becomes scary town.
All curtained windows and bolted doors
but never a eye to see
as us fairy folks sweep from the hill
Never caught us and never will.
Pulling roses and daffodils ---
mayhem in the high degree.
The blacksmith chased us all to ground.
They searched all night --- we were never found.
The tinker boys and the sheriff's men
shaking the tallest tree.
And we sat and watched the women hide.
Laughed so much we split our sides.
Scattered horses that they would ride ---
mayhem in the high degree.
We crossed through fields of midnight green
often heard but seldom seen.
Tore along hedges,stripping leaves ---
no-one could quite agree
whether we came from north or south.
We stole the screams from out their mouths
and go where no man would allow
mayhem in the high degree.
Like scaly carp and feathered swan
to nature's world we do belong.
We ride the thin winds of the night
and set dark spirits free.
We terrify the mare and foal.
The fox stood still and far too bold.
So we strung him up, brush neatly folded ---
mayhem, maybe.
*** Jethro Tull ***
It was [G] Friday morn [C] when we set [G] sail
And we [C] were not [D7] far from the [G] land
When our [G] captain he spied a [C] mermaid so [G] fair
With a [C] comb and a [D7] glass in her [G] hand
(Chorus:
And the [G] ocean waves do roll
And the stormy winds do [D7] blow
And [G] we poor sailors are [C] skipping at the [G] top
While the [C] landlubbers [D7] lie down [G] below, below, below
While the [C] landlubbers [D7] lie down [G] below)
Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship
And a fine old man was he
He said "This fishy mermaid has warned me of our doom
We shall sink to the bottom of the sea"
Chorus
Then up spoke the mate of our gallant ship
And a brave young man was he
He said "I have a wife in Boston by the sea
But tonight a widow she will be"
Chorus
Then up spoke the cook of our gallant ship
And a crazy old butcher was he
He said "I care much more for my pots and my pans
Than I do for the bottom of the sea"
Chorus
Then up spoke the cabin boy of our gallant ship
And a well spoken lad was he
He said "I have a sweetheart in Portland by the sea
But tonight she'll be weeping for me"
Chorus
Three times around spun our gallant ship
And three times around spun she
And three times around spun our gallant ship
And she sank to the bottom of the sea
As done by the Clancys and Robbie O'Connel
The [C] minstrel [F] boy to the [C] war [G] has [Am] gone
in the [F] ranks of [C] death you will [Dm] [G] find [C] him
His [C] father's [F] sword he has [C] gir-[G] ded [Am] on
and his [F] wild harp [C] slung be-[Dm] [G] hind [C] him
[Am] "Land [E7] of [Am] Song," said the [G] war-[Adim7] rior [Em] bard
[E7] "Though [Am] all [E7] the [Am] world [E7] be-[Am] [E7] trays [Am] thee,
[Fm] one [C] sword at [F] least thy [C] rights [G] shall [Am] gaurd
one [F] faithful [C] harp shall [Dm] [G] praise [C] thee
The minstrel fell but the foemans chain
could not bring that proud soul under
The harp he loved never spoke again
for he tore its chords asunder
and said no chain shall sully thee
thou soul of love and bravery!
"Thy songs were made for the pure and free,
they shall never sound in slavery!"
Adim7 {x01212}
The melody is an old Irish air called 'The Moreen'. The song was very popular in America in the early days of the nineteenth century.
Now, [G] Missus McGrath, the sergeant [D7] said,
Would you [G] like to make a soldier out of your son Ted?
With a scarlet [D7] coat and a [G] big cocked [D7] hat,
Now [G] Missus Mc-[D7] Grath, wouldn't [G] you like that?
(Chorus
With me [Em] too-rye-ah, [G] fol the diddle-ah
[Em] Too-rye, [D] oo-rye, [G] oo-rye-ah
With me [Em] too-rye-ah, [G] fol the diddle-ah
[Em] Too-rye, [D] oo-rye, [G] oo-rye-ah.)
Now Missus McGrath lived on the seashore
For the space of seven long years or more,
Till she saw a ship sail into the bay,
Says, It's my son Ted, will you clear the way,
Chorus
Oh captain, dear, where have you been,
Have you been sailing in the Meditereen,
And have you any news of my son Ted,
Is the poor boy alive or is he dead?
Chorus
Well, up comes Ted, without any legs,
And in their place he's got two wooden pegs.
She kissed him a dozen times or two,
Saying, Holy God, it isn't you,
Chorus
Now was you drunk, or was you blind,
When you left your two fine legs behind,
Or was it walking on the sea,
Wore your two fine legs from the knees away?
Chorus
No, I wasn't drunk, and I wasn't blind
When I left my two fine legs behind,
But a big cannon ball on the fifth of May,
Took me two fine legs from the knees away,
Chorus
Oh Teddy, my boy, the widow cried,
Your two fine legs were your mammy's pride.
The stumps of a tree won't do at all,
Why didn't you run from the big cannon ball?
Chorus
All foreign wars, I do proclaim,
Between Don Juan and the King of Spain,
And I'll make them rue the time,
They took two legs from a child of mine,
Chorus
Well then, if I had you back again,
I'd never let you go to fight the King of Spain,
For I'd rather have me Ted as he used to be,
Than the King of France and his whole navy,
Chorus
I pronounce the name "Mc-Grah". The foreign war referred to is the Peninsular Campaign of 1808-1814 in the Napoleonic Wars and the song was probably created shortly thereafter.
This version was recorded by the Chieftains with Sting on vocals
(Chorus: Phonetically)
[G] Shay mu laych maw [C] ghilleh [G] marr
[C] Shay mo [G] haze ah [C] ghille [D] marr
[G] Soon naw shane ne [C] vore as- [G] pheyne
O [C] cchuey a- [G] gain maw [D] ghilleh [G] marr
Grief and pain are all I know
My heart is sore my tears will flow
We saw him go an buachaill beo
No word we know of him och'in
A proud young son of several year
A high born son Of gentle mean
A fiery blade engaged to me
It break the brave a still naw feel
I'll sing his praise as sweet harps play
And proudly toast his noble fame
Whose spirit and with mind aflame
Salvation strength and length of days
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In Gaelic:
Seal da rabhas im' mhaighdean shéimh, 'S anois im' bhaintreach chaite thréith, Mo chéile ag treabhadh na dtonn go tréan De bharr na gcnoc is i n-imigcéin. Chorus: 'Sé mo laoch, mo Ghile Mear, 'Sé mo Chaesar, Ghile Mear, Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féin Ó chuaigh i gcéin mo Ghile Mear. Bímse buan ar buaidhirt gach ló, Ag caoi go cruaidh 's ag tuar na ndeór Mar scaoileadh uaim an buachaill beó 'S ná ríomhtar tuairisc uaidh, mo bhrón. Ní labhrann cuach go suairc ar nóin Is níl guth gadhair i gcoillte cnó, Ná maidin shamhraidh i gcleanntaibh ceoigh Ó d'imthigh uaim an buachaill beó. Marcach uasal uaibhreach óg, Gas gan gruaim is suairce snódh, Glac is luaimneach, luath i ngleo Ag teascadh an tslua 's ag tuargain treon. Seinntear stair ar chlairsigh cheoil 's líontair táinte cárt ar bord Le hinntinn ard gan chaim, gan cheó Chun saoghal is sláinte d' fhagháil dom leómhan. Ghile mear 'sa seal faoi chumha, 's Eire go léir faoi chlócaibh dubha; Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féin Ó luaidh i gcéin mo Ghile Mear.
Translation in English
My Dashing Darling
For a while I was a gentle maiden
And now a spent worn-out widow
My spouse ploughing the waves strongly
Over the hills and far away.
He is my hero, my dashing darling
He is my Caesar, dashing darling.
I've had no rest from forebodings
Since he went far away my darling.
The cuckoo sings not pleasantly at noon
And the sound of hounds is not heard in nut woods,
Nor summer morning in misty glen
Since he went away from me, my lively boy.
Noble, proud young horseman
Warrior unsaddened, of most pleasant countenace
A swift-moving hand, quick in a fight,
Slaying the enemy and smiting the strong.
Let a strain be played on musical harps
And let many quarts be filled
With high spirit without fault or mist
For life and health to toast my lion.
Dashing darling for a while under sorrow
And all Ireland under black cloaks
Rest or pleasure I did not get
Since he went far away my dashing darling.
Rough Phonetic
[1 and Chorus] Shay muh lay moe Gil-ah Mar Shay moe Hay-suh, Gil-ah Mar, Soon nawh shayn nee voor-ahs hayn Oh coo-ig EE-gayne moe Gil-ah Mar. [2] Shall dah ross im wy-gem hay-v, Sa-nEEsh im vahn-trock caw-cha tray, Moe kayl egg trav-ah nah gun guh train Deh var nah ng-ic iss im-ee-gayn. Chorus [3] Beem-sha boo-in air boo-urch gawk low, Egg key guh crew-eh seg toor nah nyoar Mar squeal-ah oo-im aun boo-cull b-yo Snah riv-tar toorisk oo-ig, muh v-roan. Chorus [4] Nee lauw-ron cooirk guh sooirk air no-n Iss neel guh gah-air ee key-olteh kno, Nah mah-jen how-ree ee glan-tehv keo Oh dimmy shay whim aun boo-cul byo. * No Chorus Here... [5] Gil-ah Mar sah shall fwee coov(a), Iss Air guh lair fwee cloak-ev doov(a); Soon nah shayne nee voor-ahs hayne Oh coo-ig e gayne muh Gil-ah Mar.
I've been a moonshiner for manys the year
and I spent all me money on whiskey and beer
I'll go to some hollow and set up my still
and I'll make you a gallon for a ten shilling bill
(Chorus)
I'm a rambler, I'm a gambler
I'm a long ways from home
and if you don't like me, well suck on my bone
I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry
If the moonshine don't kill me, I'll live till I die.
I'll go to some hollow in this count-ery
Ten gallons of wash, I can go on a spree
No woman to follow, the world is all mine
and I love none so well as I love the moonshine
(Chorus)
Oh, moonshine, dear moonshine, oh how I love thee
you killed me old father but dare you try me?
Oh, bless all moonshiners and bless all moonshine
Its breath smells as sweet as the dew on the vine!
(Chorus)
In the [D] days I went es-[A] courtin',
I was [A] never tired of [D] sportin'
to an [D] ale house or a [A] playhouse,
And [A] many's a house be- [D] sides
But I told me brother Seamus,
I'd go off and be right famous,
And I never would return again,
'til I roamed the whole worldwide.
(CHORUS
Goodbye, Muirsheen Durkin,
I'm sick and tired of workin'
No more I'll dig for praties,
And no longer I'll be fooled
As sure as me name is Carney,
I'll be off to Californey
Where instead of digging praties,
I'll be digging lumps of gold)
I've courted girls in Blarney,
in Kanturk and in Killarney
In passage and in Queenstown,
that is the Cove of Cork
Goodbye to all me pleasure
I'm away to get me leisure
And the next thing that you'll hear from me,
will be a letter from New York.
CHORUS
Goodbye to all the girls at home,
I'm leaving far across the foam
To try and make me fortune in far Amerikay
There's gold and jewels a-plenty,
For the poor and for the gentry
And I never will return again,
I never more will say.
CHORUS
The seminal version is of course the Dubliners on the Ed Sullivan show.
Regarding the tune: Ted Furey knew this tune under the name of "Mrs. Dirkin" and used to play it with two other famous polkas in the setting that follows :
1 - Maggie in the wood
2 - Rakes of Mallow
3 - Mrs Dirkin
Thus, the name of the set : The three Maggies
It can be heard on "Special instrumental - Le fiddle irlandais" for those who can find the vinyl edition. I don't think it has never been released on CD.
# Posted on December 3rd 2009 by alcofribas
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[G7] My gentle [C] harp, once [C7] more I a- [F] waken
[Dm] The sweetness [C] of thy slumber- [Am] ing [Dm] strain
[G7] In tears our [C] last fare- [C7] well was [F] ta- [Dm] ken
And now in [C] tears we [G7] meet [C] again.
Yet even [C] then, while [F] peace was [C] singing
Her halcyon [Am] song o'er [F] land and [Dm] sea
[G7] Though joy and [C7] hope to [F] others [C] bringing,
[Am] she only [C] brought new [Dm] te- [G7] ars to [C] thee.
Then who can ask for notes of pleasure,
my drooping harp, from chords like thine?
Alas, the lark's gay morning measure
As ill would suit the swan's decline.
Or how shall I, who love, who less thee,
invoke thy breath for freedom's strains,
When e'en the wreaths in which I dress thee
Are sadly mixed, half flowers, half chains?
***Although these words by Thomas Moore are not the first to be put to this tune ( "Would I were Erin's apple blossom o'er you" by Alfred Graves puportedly are ), I like these more than the modern "Danny Boy" which is typically heard today.
I Recently found this quote on the internet: "To begin with, Danny Boy is one of over 100 songs composed to the same tune. The author was an English lawyer, Frederic Edward Weatherly (1848-1929), who was also a songwriter and radio entertainer. In 1910 he wrote the words and music for an unsuccessful song he called Danny Boy. In 1912 his sister-in-law in America sent him a tune called the Londonderry Air (or possibly something else, as discussed in Section 3), which he had never heard before. He immediately noticed that the melody was perfectly fitted to his Danny Boy lyrics, and published a revised version of the song in 1913. As far as is known, Weatherly never set foot in Ireland."
I'm a weaver, a Calton weaver;
I'm a rash and a roving blade.
I've got silver in my pockets,
And I follow the roving trade.
(chorus) Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey,
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O.
The more I kissed her, the more I loved her;
The more I kissed her, the more she smiled.
Soon I forgot my mother's teaching;
Nancy soon had me beguiled.
(chorus)
Now, I rose early in the morning
To slake my thirst, it was my need.
I tried to rise but I was not able;
Nancy had me by the knees.
(chorus)
So I'm going back to the Calton weaving;
I'll surely make them shuttles fly.
For I'll make more at Calton weaving
Than ever I did in a roving way.
(chorus)
So come, all you weavers, you Calton weavers;
Come, all you weavers, where e'er you be.
Beware of Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey;
She'll ruin you like she ruined me.
(chorus)
The Irish Songbook
The Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem
1979 Tiparm Publishers
by Johnny Burke (1851-1930), a popular Newfoundland folk song
Oh, the [G] night that Paddy Murphy died, is a [D] night I'll never for- [G] get
[G] Some of the boys got roarin' drunk, and [C] some ain't got sober [D] yet;
As [G] long as a bottle was passed around the [D] lads were feelin' [G] gay
O' [G] Leary [D] came with his [C] bag- [G] pipes, the [C] music [D] for to [G] play
(Chorus)
And that's how they paid their respects to Paddy Murphy
That's how they showed their honour and their pride
They said it was a sin and a shame and they winked at one another
and every drink in the wakehouse went, the night Pat Murphy died
Mrs. Murphy in the corner, was pourin' out her grief
When Kelly and the lads, the dirty roarin' thieves
They crept into the ante room and a bottle of whiskey stole
They placed the bottle on the corpse to keep the liquor cold
(Chorus)
At eight o'clock in the morning, the procession left the house
And everyone but poor ol' Mrs. Murphy was half soused
They stopped a bit along the way at the Blarney Stone Saloon
They went inside at nine o'clock and didn't leave 'til noon
(Chorus)
Someone asked ol' Finnegan if anyone had died
"No," says he, "I'm not quite sure, I just came for the ride."
They started for the graveyard, then all walkin' in a line,
But when they reached the grave they found, they'd left the corpse behind
(Chorus)
Oh the night that Paddy Murphy died, is a night I'll never forget
Some of the boys got loaded drunk, and some ain't sober yet;
As long as a bottle was passed around the lads were feelin' gay
O'Leary came with the bagpipes, the music for to play
Although made popular again recently by Great Big Sky, I prefer to do a shorter version, removing several verses and sticking closer to the original lyrics in the chorus.
The [D] violets were [D7] scenting the [G] woods, [Em] No-ra
Dis- [D] playing their [Bm] charms to the [E7] bees [A7]
When I [D] first said I [D7] loved only [G] you, [E7] No-ra
And [D] you said you [A] loved only [D] me
(Chorus
The [G] chestnut blooms gleamed through the [D] glade, [Bm] No-ra
A [A] robin sang loud [E7] from a [A] tree [A7]
When I [D] first said I [D7] loved on-ly [G] you, [E7] No-ra
And [D] you said you [A] loved on-ly [D] me)
The golden-robed daffodils shone, No-ra
And danced in the breeze on the lea (fallow land)
When I first said I loved only you, No-ra
And you said you loved only me
The trees, birds and bees sang a song, No-ra
Of happier transports to be
When I first said I loved only you, No-ra
And you said you loved only me
Our hopes they have never come true, No-ra
Our dreams they were never to be
Since I first said I loved only you, No-ra
And you said you loved only me
This song is also known as Maggie
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[Em] Norsemen, Norsemen,
we're [Em] lucky we're [D/F#] not [G] divorced [D/F#] men
we [Em] fight, we [D/F#] drink, we're an [G] army of [D/F#] slobs
and [Em] yet you [D] love us [Em] still
Norsemen, Norsemen,
and when we return from the wars then
your eyes flash delight as we brag of the fight
and which king will foot the bill
Norsemen, Norsemen,
we'll find a thrall to do all of the chores men
But we'll die for our women and our children
we love you now and always will
Norsemen, Norsemen,
when our bodies burn and we join Odin's force then
we will boast at great length of your beauty, love & strength
and to you our horn's we'll fill!
*** Morkar at Fall Thyng assembly many moons ago ***
capo 5th fret
[G] When the [D] stone is [C] grown too cold to [Am] kneel
In [G] crystal [D] waters [C] I'll be [D] bound
[G] Cold as [D] stone and [C] weary to the [Am] sounds upon the [D] wheel
Chorus:
[G] Now be [D] thankful [C] for good things be- [Am] low
[G] Now be [D] thankful [C] to your [D] maker
[G] For the [D] rose, the [C] red rose blooms for [Am] all [G] to [D] know [Am] [G] [D]
When the fire is grown too fierce to breathe
In burning irons I'll be bound
Fierce as fire weary to the sounds upon the wheel
Chorus
Verse 1 + Chorus
by Dave Swarbrick & Richard Thompson, recorded by Fairport Convention as a Christmas single 1970, Richard Thompson's last recording with the band. Copyright Warlock Music
A [D] hungry feeling came o'er me stealing.
And the [G] mice were [Bm] squealing, in my [Em] prison [G] cell
(Chorus:
And the [D] old triangle went jingle jangle.
All [G] along the [Bm] banks of the [A7] Royal Ca- [D] nal)
To begin the morning the warder's bawling,
"Get out of bed, and clean up your cell"
Chorus
On a fine spring evening the lag lay dreaming,
the seagulls wheeling high above the wall
Chorus
The screw was peeping. The lag was sleeping
while he lay weeping for his girl Sal
Chorus
The wind was rising, and the day declining
as I lay pining in my prison cell
Chorus
In the female prison there are seventy women.
I wish it was with them that I did dwell
Chorus
The day was dying and the wind was sighing
as I lay crying in my prison cell
Chorus
Most of us know this from the Pogues version, but Luke Kelly does a haunting acapella version in Brendan Behan's short documentary film Dublin. It's about being locked away in the Mountjoy Jail near the Royal Canal in Dublin.
[G] The old man [C] said to his [G] daughter dear
There's a [D7] gentle old bachelor [G] there-o
And [G] property [C] fine for [G] you to share
If your [D7] heart would only [G] care-o
and [G] property [C] fine for [G] you to share
If your [D7] heart it only would [G] care
The houses are large and the land's not bad
to tell you the truth it's my plan-o
O father dear, please don't get mad
but I shall not wed the old man-o
but father dear, please don't get mad
I shall not wed the old man
With the old man you'll have houses galore
silver and gold in the store-o
cows and sheep of every sort
a young one would never have more-o
cows and sheep of every sort
a young one would never have more
One cow or two's enough for me
the sort that I prefer-o
To go and milk them both in one peck
than suffer the old man's jaw-o
To go and milk them both in one peck
than suffer the old man's jaw
But you could sleep in a nice white bed
with wild birds' feathers made-o
with feather of owl and feather of wren
you'll not get with a young jade-o
with feather of owl and feather of wren
you'll not get with a young jade
A bed of straw would suit me right
with one that's nearer my span-o
Than a bed of feathers soft and white
and stuck with this poor old man-o
Than a bed of feathers soft and white
and stuck with this poor old man
You could sit on the old man's lap
and drink of his wine and beer-o
what good his wine or beer for me
in the lap of a worn old man-o?
what good his wine or beer for me
in the lap of a worn old man?
A welsh folk tune from 'Folksongs of Britain and Ireland' edited by Peter Kennedy, Oak Publications 1975
This version is much like the Planxty / Moore version, by Harry Clifton, 1865?, capo 2
1. [D] Once I was a [C] waiter man that [C] lived at [D] home at [G] ease
[G] But now I am a [C] mari- [G] ner that [D] ploughs the angry [G] seas
I [D] always liked sea- [C] faring life, and bit my [D] love [G] adieu
I [G] shipped as steward and [C] cook, my [G] boys, on [D] board of the Kanga- [G]roo
CHORUS
Oh, I [D] never thought she [Am] would prove false,
Or [C] either [D] prove [G] untrue,
Till we [G] sailed away through [C] Milford Bay, [G]
On [D] board o' the Kanga- [G] roo.
2. 'Oh, think of me, oh, think of me,' she mournfully did say,
'When you are in a foreign land and I am far away.
Take this lucky threepenny bit, 'twill make you bear in mind
Of a loving, trusting faithful heart you have left in tears behind.'
'Cheer up, cheer up, my own true love, don't weep so bitterly,'
She sobbed, she sighed, she choked, she cried, and could not say goodbye.
'Oh, I won't be gone so very long, just but a month or two,
And when I will return again, of course I'll marry you.'
Ch. Oh, I never, etc.
3. Our ship she was homeward bound from many a foreign shore,
And many a foreign present unto my love I bore.
I brought tortoises from Teneriffe and ties from Timbuctoo,
A china rat, a Bengal cat, and a Bombay cockatoo.
Paid off I sought her dwelling in a suburb of the town,
Where an ancient dame upon a line was hanging out her gown.
'Where is my love?' 'She's married, sir, about six months ago,
To a smart young man that drives the van for Chapping, Son and Co.'
Ch. Oh, I never, etc.
4. Here's a health to dreams of married life, to soap, to suds, and blue,
Hearts, true lovers, patent starch and washing soda too.
I will go unto some distant shore, no longer can I stay,
And on some China Hottentot I'll throw myself away.
My true love's not a foolish girl, her age it is two score,
My love she is no a spinster, she was married twice before.
I cannot say it was her wealth that stole me heart away,
She's a washer and a laundary for one and 9 a day.
Ch. Oh, I never, etc.
A blend of versions by Paul Brady and The Green Fields of America
From [D] Derry quay we sailed a- [G] way on the [C] twenty- [G] third of [D] May
We were [G] boarded [D] by a pleasant crew, bound for [G] Ameri- [C] kay
Fresh [G] water [D] there we did take on, five thousand [G] gallons or [C] more
In [D] case we'd run short going to New [G] York far [C] away from the [G] shamrock [D] shore.
[C] [G] [D]
[C] [G] [D]
So fare thee well, sweet Liza dear and likewise to Derry town
And twice farewell to my comrades all who dwell on that sainted ground
If fortune it ever should favour me, or I should have money in store
I'll go back and I'll wed the wee lassie I left on Paddy's green shamrock shore.
We sailed three weeks, we were all seasick, not a man on board was free
We were all confined unto our bunks, and no one to pity poor me
No father kind or mother dear to lift up my head which was sore
Which made me think more on the lassie I left on Paddy's green shamrock shore.
We safely reached the other side in three and twenty days,
We were taken as passengers by a man and sent round in six different ways,
We each of us drank a parting glass, in case we should never meet more
And we drank a health to old Ireland and Paddy's green shamrock shore.
Damh the Bard wrote this song, but we didn't like the first verse so much, so Bosh and Comyn re-wrote it.
[G] Take a look at this blade so keen
[D] nothing is as what it seems
[Am] like ancient writings, [C] what does it all [G] mean?
elder brother, you're never wrong
and I may not be as strong
but I'll take that road through fields of green
(Chorus:
Do you [D] dream of drinking from the grail?
that the [Am] truth is held within a tale
and [F] Arthur sleeps now
[C] ready to re- [G] turn?
Do you know that Jack lives in the Green
that things are never as they seem
and life is more than the money that you earn?)
Dianna rides her horse
but its just a tale of course
just an old story, of days gone by
but sit with me, on this hill
see how things become so still
and who is that lady
riding high?
Chorus
Springs come have you seen
those morris dancers on the green
its just a bit of fun
to pass the days
but there is magic in their dance
the seasons blessed them not by chance
and i raise my glass to pagan ways
Chorus
I capo on the third fret
Oh, [C] all the money that here I [Dm] spent
I [C] spent it in good [C] company
and [Am] all the harm that [C] here I [Dm] done
[C] alas, it [G] was to [Am] none but me
And [C] all I've done for want of wit
to [Dm] mem'ry now I [C] can't recall
So [Am] fill to me the [C] parting [Dm] glass
Good-[C] night and [G] joy be [Am] with you all
(this verse submitted by Sven via email 7.21.03)
If I had money enough to spend,
And leisure time to sit awhile.
There is a fair maid in this town,
That sorely has my heart beguiled.
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips,
I own, she has my heart in thrall;
Then fill to me the parting glass,
Good night and joy be with you all.
Oh, all the comrades that 'ere I had
are sorry for my going away
and all the sweethearts that here I had
would wish me one more day to stay
but since it falls unto my lot
that I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call
Goodnight and joy be with you all
(Trad), though we mostly know it from the Pogues. They do it in G
In eighteen hundred and forty one
Me corduroy breeches I put on
Me corduroy breeches I put on
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty two
From Bartley Pool I moved to Crewe
And I found meself a job to do
Workin' on the railway
I was wearing corduroy britches
Digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging hitches
I was workin' on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty three
I broke me shovel across me knee
And went to work with the company
In the Leeds and Selby Railway
I was wearing corduroy britches
Digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging hitches
I was workin' on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty four
I landed on the Liverpool shore
Me belly was empty, me hands were soar
With workin' on the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty five
When Daniel O'Connell he was alive
Daniel O'Connell he was alive
And workin' on the railway
I was wearing corduroy britches
Digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging hitches
I was workin' on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty six
I changed me trade from carryin' bricks
Changed me trade from carryin' bricks
To work upon the railway
I was wearing corduroy britches
Digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging hitches
I was workin' on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty seven
Poor Paddy was thinkin' of goin' to heaven
Poor Paddy was thinkin' of goin' to heaven
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
I was wearing corduroy britches
Digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging hitches
I was workin' on the railway
Gentle-[C#m] men, it is me duty
to in-[C#m] form you of one beauty
though I'd [C#m] ask of you a favour:
Not to [B] seek her for a-[G#] while
Though I [C#m] own she is a creature
of [C#m] character and feature
no [C#m] words can paint the picture
of the [B] Queen of old Ar-[C#m] gyll
(Chorus)
And if you could've seen her there
boys, if you had just been there
the swan was in her movement and the mornin in her smile
all the roses in the garden
they bow and ask her pardon
for not one could match the beauty of the Queen of old Argyll
From the evening that I mention
I passed with light intention
through a part of our dear country known for beauty and for style
In a place of noble thinkers
of scholars and great drinkers
but above them all for splendour shone the Queen of old Argyll
(Chorus)
So my lads I needs must leave you,
my intention's not to grieve you
nor need would I decieve you, oh I'll see you in a while
I must find some way to gain her,
to court her and to tame her
I fear my hearts in danger from the Queen of old Argyll
(Chorus)
Go and buy the album that this is from. LIVE WIZARDY by Silly Wizard on Green Linnet Records. These boys are now doing different things but the music on this one is some seriously classic Scottish folk.
There were [Em] three gypsies comin to my hall door
when [C] down stairs [D] ran this [G] lady-oh
[G] One sang [Em] high and the other sang low
and the other sang a [D] bonnie bonnie [Em] biscay-o
Then she pulled off her silk finished gown
and put on a hose of leather-oh
The ragged, ragged rags around our door
she is gone with the raggle taggle gypsy-oh
It was late last night when my lord came home
enquiring for his lady-oh
The servants said on every hand
"She is gone with the raggle taggle gypsy-oh"
"Oh, saddle for me my milk white steed
and go fetch me my pony-oh
That I may go and seek my bride
who is gone with the raggle taggle gypsy-oh"
Oh, he rode high and he rode low
He rode throught the wood and copses oh
Until he came to a wide open field
and there he spied his lady-oh
"Oh, what made you leave your house and lands?
What made you leave your money, oh?
What made you leave your newly wedded lord,
To be off with the raggle taggle gypsy-oh?"
"Oh, what care I for my house and lands?
What care I for money oh?
What care I for my newly wedded lord?
I am off with the raggle taggle gypsy-oh!"
"Last night you slept on a goose feathered bed
with the sheets pulled down so bravely, oh
Tonight you'll sleep in a cold corn-field
along with the raggle taggle gypsy-oh"
"Oh, what care I for my goose feathered bed
with the sheets turned down so bravely, oh?
Tonight I will sleep in a cold corn-field
along with my raggle taggle gypsy-oh!"
Childe Ballad #200, circa 1720
by Andy M. Stewart
Chorus:
Oh, there're sober men a plenty,
And drunkards barely twenty,
There are men way over ninety
Who have never yet kissed a girl.
But gie me a ramblin' rover,
Fae Orkney down to Dover.
We will roam the country over
And together we'll face the world.
Chorus
There's many that feign enjoyment
From merciless employment,
Their ambition was this deployment
Since the minute they left the school.
And they save and scrape and ponder
While the rest go out and squander,
See the world and rove and wander
And are happier as a rule.
Chorus
I've roamed through all the nations
Taken delight in all creation,
And I've tried a wee sensation
Where the company, did prove kind.
And when partin' was no pleasure,
I've drunk another measure
To the good friends that were treasure
For they always are in our minds.
Chorus
If you're bent with arth-i-ritis,
Your bowels have got colitis,
You've got gallopin' bollockitis
And you're thinkin' it's time you died,
If you been a man of action,
Though you're lying there in traction,
You will take some satisfaction
In sayin, "Jesus, at least I tried."
Chorus
(Chorus:
Hi da diddle idle um
diddly doodle idle um
diddly do rye diddly eye ay) x2
Let grasses grow and waters flow
in a free and easy way
but give me enough of the fine old stuff
thats made near Galway Bay
and Peelers all from Donegal
Sligo and Leitrim too
We'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip
of the real old mountain dew
(Chorus)
At the foot of the hill
there's a neat little still
where the smoke curls up to the sky
by the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell
that there's pocheen brewin nearby
for it fills the air with odours rare
and betwixt both me and you
when home you stroll you can take a bowl
or a bucket of the mountain dew
(Chorus)
Now learn'ed men who use the pen
have wrote your praises high
this sweet pocheen from Ireland green
distilled from wheat and rye
Throw away your pills, it'll cure all ills
of Pagan or Christian or Jew
Take off your coat and please your throat
with the real old mountain dew.
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
*** The Clancy Brothers have always done the definitive version ***
(Chorus:
Come [D] over the [Bm] hills, my [Em] bonnie Irish [G] Lass
Come [D] over the [Bm] hills to your [G] dar- [A] ling
You [G] choose the [F#m] rose love and [G] I will [D/F#] make the [Em] vow
and [D] I'll be your [G] true love for-[A] e- [D] ver)
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
and fair is the lily of the valley
clear is the water that flows from yonder Boyne
but my love is fairer than any
Chorus
It was down by Killarney's Green woods that we strayed
and the moon and the stars were a-shining
the moon shone its rays on her locks of golden hair
and she swore that she'd be my love forever
Solo
Its not for the parting that my sister pains
its not for the grief of my mother
Tis all for the loss of my bonnie Irish lass
that my heart is breaking forever.
Chorus
D [2x0232]
Green Fields of America does a great version of this song.
One [F] evening as I rambled, two miles below Permoy,
I met a pretty maiden, all [G] on the mountains [C] high.
I [F] said, "My pretty maiden, your [Bb] beauty shines so [F] clear,
Oh tis [F] on these lonesome [Bb] mountains, I'm [C7] glad to see you [F] here."
I'm [F] glad to see you here,
I'm glad to see you [C] here,
Oh tis [F] on these lonesome [Bb] mountains, I'm [F] glad to [C] see you [F] here.
She said, "Kind sir, be civil now; my company forsake,
For to my great opinion, I fear you are some rake,
And if my parents knew of this, my life they would destroy,
For the keeping of your company, all on the mountains high."
All on the mountains high,
all on the mountains high,
For the keeping of your company, all on the mountains high.
I said, "My maid, I am no rake, wrapped up in Venus' train,
Or seeking for advancement, all in me father's name.
But your beauty has enchanted me, I can not pass you by.
And thats why I travel far from home, all on the mountains high.
All on the mountains high,
all on the mountains high,
And thats why I travel far from home, all on the mountains high.
This pretty fair young maiden then, she fell into amaze
her eyes as soft as amber, upon me she did gaze.
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips, they lost their former dye
And then she fell into my arms, all on the mountains high.
All on the mountains high,
all on the mountains high,
And then she fell into my arms, all on the mountains high.
I had not kissed her once or twice, till she came to again
quite modestly she asked of me, "Kind Sir, what is your name?"
If you go to yonder forest, the answer there you'll find
'Tis writ in ancient history, they call me Reynardine.
They call me Reynardine,
they call me Reynardine,
'Tis writ in ancient history, they call me Reynardine
Bridge
I said my pretty maiden bell, don't let your parents know
For if you do, I'll surely rue, and fate will overthrow
and if you come in search of me, perhaps you'll not me find
but I'll be in my castle, enquire for Reynardine.
Enquire for Reynardine,
enquire for Reynardine,
Oh, I'll be in my castle, enquire for Reynardine
So come all you pretty fair maidens now, and a warning take by me.
Beware of your common ways, and shun bad company.
For if you do, you'll surely rue until the day you die.
And beware of meeting Reynardine, all on the mountains high.
All on the mountains high,
all on the mountains high,
And beware of meeting Reynardine, all on the mountains high.
All on the mountains high,
all on the mountains high,
And beware of meeting Reynardine, all on the mountains high.
Fairport Convention version (from Liege and Leaf album) given here:
One evening as I rambled
Among the leaves so green
I overheard a young woman
Converse with Reynardine
Her hair was black, her eyes were blue
Her lips as red as wine
And he smiled to gaze upon her
Did that sly old Reynardine
She said, "Kind sir, be civil
My company forsake
For in my own opinion
I fear you are some rake"
"Oh no," he said, "no rake am I
Brought up in Venus' train
But I'm seeking for concealment
All along the lonesome plain"
"Your beauty so enticed me
I could not pass it by
So it's with my gun I'll guard you
All on the mountains high"
"And if by chance you should look for me
Perhaps you'll not me find
For I'll be in my castle
Inquire for Reynardine"
Sun and dark, she followed him
His teeth did brightly shine
And he led her up a-the mountains
Did that sly old Reynardine
True you ride the finest horse I have ever seen,
Standing sixteen, one or two. With eyes wild and green,
You ride the horse so well, hands light to the touch,
I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to.
Ride on, see you, I could never go with you
No matter how I wanted to.
Ride on, see you, I could never go with you
No matter how I wanted to.
When you ride in to the night without a trace behind,
Run your claw along my gut one last time.
I turn to face an empty space where you used to lie,
And look for the spark that lights the night
Through a teardrop in my eye.
Ride on, see you, I could never go with you
No matter how I wanted to.
Ride on, see you, I could never go with you
No matter how I wanted to.
No matter how I wanted to.
No matter how I wanted to.
I could never go with you
No matter how I wanted to.
by Christy Moore
Am F G
[Dm] "Oh then, tell me, Sean O' [F] FarreIl,
[Dm] tell me [C] why you [Bb] hurry [Am] so?"
[Dm] "Hush a while just hush and [F] listen,"
[F] and his [Am] cheeks were [C] all a-[Dm] glow:
"I bear orders [C] from the [Am] captain
[Dm] get you [F] ready [Bb] quick and [Am] soon;
[Dm] For the pikes must be to- [F] gether
at the [Am] risin' [C] of the [Dm] moon."
"Oh, then tell me, Sean O'Farrell, where the gath'rin is to be?"
"ln the old spot by the river, right well known to you and me;
One more word - for signal token, whistle up the marchin' tune.
With your pike upon your shoulder, by the risin' of the moon."
Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through that night;
Many a manly heart was throbbing for the blessed warning light.
Murmurs passed along the valleys, like the banshee's lonely croon.
And a thousand blades were flashing at the risin' of the moon.
There, beside the singing river, that dark mass of men was seen,
Far above the shining weapons hung their own beloved green.
"Death to every foe and traitor! Forward! Strike the marchin' tune,
And hurrah, my boys, for freedom; 'tis the risin' of the moon.
" Well they fought for poor old Ireland, and full bitter was their fate;
Oh, what glorious pride and sorrow fills the name of Ninety-Eight!
Yet, thank God, e'en still are beating hearts in manhood's burning noon,
Who would follow in their footsteps at the risin' of the moon!
by John Keegan Casey (Leo). Leo Casey (1846-1870) was proud of the efforts made by the United Irishmen of Longford and Westmeath in 1798. The "Singing River" is the Inny which flows into the Shannon from his native area between Mullingar and Ballymahon. These chords from Mel Bay Presents Songs of Ireland, 105 Favourite Irish and Irish-American songs by Jerry Silverman 1991
by RUSH
Sunlight dances through the leaves
Soft winds stir the sighing trees
Lying in the warm grass
Feel the sun upon your face
Elven songs and endless nights
Sweet wine and soft relaxing lights
Time will never touch you
Here in this enchanted place
[Chorus:]
You feel there's something calling you
You're wanting to return
To where the misty mountains rise and friendly fires burn
A place you can escape the world
Where the dark lord cannot go
Peace of mind and sanctuary by loud water's flow
I've traveled now for many miles
It feels so good to see the smiles of
Friends who never left your mind
When you were far away
From the golden light of coming dawn
Till the twilight where the sun is gone
We treasure every season
And every passing day
We feel the coming of a new day
Darkness gives way to light a new way
Stop here for a while until the world
The world calls you away
Yet you know I've had the feeling
Standing with my senses reeling
This is the place to grow old 'til
I reach my final day.
[Chorus]
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Tempo: 133
Instrumental beginning
In the merry month of [Dm] June, from me home I started
Left the girls of Tuam, nearly [C] broken hearted
Sa- [Dm] luted father dear, kissed me darling mother
Drank a pint of beer, me [C] grief and tears to smother
Then [Dm] off to reap the corn, leave where I was born
With my stout blackthorn to [C] banish ghosts and goblins
A [Dm] brand new pair of brogues, rattlin' o'er the bogs
And frightening all the dogs [C] on the Rocky road to Dublin
Chorus:
[Dm] One-two-three-four-five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And [C] all the way to Dublin
[Dm] Whack fol-lol-dee ra
Well in Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight next morning blithe and early
Took a drop of the "pure" to keep me heart from sinking
That's the paddy's cure whenever he's on for drinking
To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style 'twould set your heart a-bubbling
Asked if was I hired, wages I required
Till I was nearly tired of the rocky road to Dublin
Chorus:
Well in Dublin next arrived I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city
So then I took a stroll all among the quality
Bundle it was stole all in a neat locality
Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind
No bundle could I find upon my stick a-wobbling
Enquiring for the rogue, said me Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin
Chorus:
Well, from there I got away, me spirits never failing
Landed on the quay just as the ship was sailing
The captain at me roared, said that no room had he
When I jumped aboard ,a cabin found for Paddy
Down among the pigs, played some funny rigs
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling
When off Holyhead, wished meself was dead
Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin
Chorus:
Well, 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, my shillelagh I let fly
Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in
With a loud "hurray" joined in the affray
We quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin
Chorus:
We prefer the Clancy Brothers version
We had some [C] chickens, no eggs would they [G] lay.
We had some [G7] chickens, no eggs would they [C] lay.
My wife said, [C] "Honey, this isn't funny, we're losing [G] money."
No eggs would they [C] lay.
One day a [C] rooster came into our [G] yard
And caught them [G7] chickens right off their [C] guard.
They're laying [F] eggs now just like they [C] used-ter
Ever since that [G] rooster came into our [C] yard.
We had a [C] cow-wow, no milk would she [G] give.
We had a [G7] cow-wow, no milk would she [C] give.
My wife said, [C] "Honey, this isn't [G] funny, we're losing money."
No milk would she [C] give.
One day a [C] rooster came into our [G] yard
And caught that [G7] cow-wow right off her [C] guard.
She's giving [F] eggnog in milk [C] containers
Ever since that [G] rooster came into our [C] yard.
We had a gas pump, no gas would it give.
We had a gas pump, no gas would it give.
My wife said, "Honey, this isn't funny, we're losing money."
No gas would it give.
One day that rooster came into our yard
And caught that gas pump right off its guard.
It's giving shell gas just like it used-ter
Ever since that rooster came into our yard.
We had a gum tree, no gum would it give.
We had a gum tree, no gum would it give.
My wife said, "Honey, this isn't funny, we're losing money."
No gum would it give.
One day that rooster staggered into our yard
And caught that gum tree right off its guard.
It's giving chicklets just like it used-ter
Ever since that rooster came into our yard.
We had a rooster, no love would it give.
We had a rooster, no love would it give.
My wife said, "Honey, this isn't funny, we're losing money."
No love would it give.
One day that rooster came into our yard
And caught my rooster right off its guard.
He's laying hens now just like he used-ter
Ever since that rooster came into our yard.
The [C] pale moon was rising a-[F] bove the green [C] mountain
The [G7] sun was de-[C] clining be-[D7] neath the blue [G7] sea,
When I [C] stray'd with my love to the [F] pure crystal [C] fountain
That [G7] stands in the [C] beauti-[F] ful [C] vale [F] of Tra-[C] lee
(Chorus:
She was [Am] lovely [E7] and [Am] fair
as the [B7] rose of the [E7] summer
Yet [Am] 'twas not [Dm] her [Am] beauty [E7] a-[Am] lone that [E7] won [Am] me.
[G7] Oh, [C] no! 'twas the truth in her [F] eye ever [C] dawning
That [G7] made me love [C] Mary, the [G7] Rose of Tra-[C] lee.)
The cool shades of evening their mantle were spreading
And Mary all smiling was listening to me
The moon through the valley her pale rays was shedding
When I won the heard of the Rose of Tralee
Chorus
capo 5
Words by C. Mordaunt Spencer, Music by Charles W. Glover, from 'Irish Music Hall' Hal Leonard Publishing Co. MCA Music pg. 124
I was [D] born in the county of [G] Kerry
near the [D] town of sweet Ca-hir-ca-[Bm] veen
Ah, its [D] there that the people are [G] merry
mid the [D] hills and the [A7] valleys so [D] green
My grandfather had an old fiddle
ah, 'twas he made the melodies flow
and always my cradle was rockin
to the tune of old Rosin the Bow
(Chorus:
Then boys, take the floor with your Colleens
and shake up your heel and your toe
just loosen the fiddler's elbow
and he'll play you up Rosin the Bow)
The day I was finally married
my grandad was still to the fore
with his fiddle to set your heart dancing
when your feet meet the good earthen floor
Now I think of the bright smiling faces
most are gone where the best of us go
still in mem'ry I hear the glad laughter and
the strains of sweet Rosin the Bow
(Chorus)
When my troubles and trials are all over
may my dust rest in Kerry's dear ground
and my soul that loved singing and laughter
to heaven I hope will be bound
And there, I feel sure I'll see round me
the dear ones I loved here below
on the harp, I'm no good but with cat-gut and wood
sure I'll crack them up Rosin the Bow
(Chorus)
*** This is a composite of several versions of this song.
The more popular versions have far less words, but they
are not as cool either ***
INTRO
[G] [D] [A] [D]
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Well [D] Jimmy played harmonica in the [G] pub where I was [D] born
He [D] played it from the night-time to the [G] peaceful early [A] morn
He [G] soothed the souls of psychos and the [D] men who had the [A] horn
and they [D] all looked very [G] happy in the [A] morn- [D] ing
Now Jimmy didn't like his place in this world of ours
Where the elephant man broke strong men's necks when he'd had too many powers
So sad to see the grieving of the people he was leaving
And he took the road from God knows in the morning
CHORUS
We [D] walked him to the [G] station in the [D] rain
We [D] kissed him as we [G] put him on the [A] train
And we [G]sang him a [D] song of times long [G] gone
though we [D] knew that we'd be [A]seeing him [D] again [A]
[D]Sad to say I must be on my way
so [G] buy me beer and [D] whiskey 'cause I'm [A] going far away (far away!)
I'd [D] like to think I'll be returning when I can
to the [G] greatest little [D] boozer and to [A] Sally McLe-[D] nnane
The years passed by the times had changed I grew to be a man
I learned to love the virtues of sweet Sally McLennane
I took the jeers and drank the beers and I crawled back home at dawn
And ended up a barman in the morning
I played the pump and took the hump and watered whiskey down
I talked of whores and horses to the men who drank the brown
I heard them say that Jimmy's making money far away
Some people left for heaven without warning
CHORUS
INTRO
When Jimmy came back home he was surprised that they where gone
He asked me all the details of the train that they went on
Some people they are scared to croak but Jimmy drank until he choked
And took the road for heaven in the morning
INTRO (2x)
by The Pogues
[Em] Santy Anna [G] gained the [D] day
Haul [Em] away Santy [D] Anno
[Am] Santy Anna [D] gained the [Bm] day
All [G] on the [D] plains of [Am] Mexi- [Em] co
Chorus
Mexico, oh Mexico
Haul away Santy Anno
Mexico is a place I know
All on the plains of Mexico
Them yaller girls I do adore
Haul away Santy Anno
With their shinin' eyes and their cold black hair
All on the plains of Mexico
Why do them yaller girls love me so
Haul away Santy Anno
Because I won't tell them all I know
All on the plains of Mexico
Them Nassau girls don't use no combs
Haul away Santy Anno
They combs their hair with a kipper backbone
All on the plains of Mexico
When I was a young man in me prime
Haul away Santy Anno
I knocked them scouse girls two at a time
All on the plains of Mexico
Master like whisky Mate likes Rum
Haul away, Santy Anno
The crew likes both but we can't get none
All on the plains of Mexico
Times is hard and the wages low
Haul away Santy Anno
It's time for us to roll and go
All on the plains of Mexico
According to one reference, Songs of
American Sailormen, this was Capstan or Windlass Shanty. A contemporary
says "It is a glorious thing to be on the forecastle head, heaving at a
capstan bar, hearing the chain coming clanking in below you to the music of
a noisy shanty sung by a score of sailors"
I used to do it in this key, now I can only do it if I capo 3 or 4. walk down D, C, C/B,
Come me [A] own one, come me fair one,
Come now unto me,
Could you [Dm] fancy a poor [A] sailor lad,
Who has just come [G] from [D] sea? [G]
You are ragged love, and you're dirty love,
And your clothes smell much of tar,
So begone you saucy sailor lad,
So begone you Jack Tar.
If I am ragged love, and I am dirty love,
And my clothes smell much of tar,
I have silver in my pocket love,
And gold in great store.
And when she heard him say that,
On her bended knee she fell,
I will marry my dear Henry
For I love a sailor lad so well.
Do you think that I am foolish love,
Do you think that I am mad?
For to wed with a poor country girl,
When a fortune's to be had.
I will cross the briny ocean,
I will whistle and sing,
And since you have refused the offer, love,
Some other girl shall wear the ring.
I am frolicsome, I am easy,
Good tempered and free,
And I don't give a single pin my boys,
What the world thinks of me.
[Em] Are you going to [D] Scarborough [Em] Fair;
[G] Parsley, [Em] sage, rose-[G]ma-[A]ry and [Em] thyme.
[Em] Remember [G] me to [G] one [Gw/F#] who [Em] lives [D] there.
[Em] She once [D] was [Em] a [D] true [Em] love [D] of [Em] mine.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt;
Parsley, sage, rosmary and thyme.
Without no seams nor needle work,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to find me an acre of land;
Parsley, sage, rosmary and thyme.
Between the salt water and sea strands,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather;
Parsley, sage, rosmary and thyme.
And gather it all in a bunch of heather,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
Are you going to Scraborough Fair;
Parsley, sage, rosmary and thyme.
Remember me to one who live there.
She once was a true love of mine.
As [C] I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could [F] be
I [C] saw a horse outside the door where [F] my old horse should be
Well, I [C] called me wife and I said to her (Hey Wife!) Will you [F] kindly tell to me
Who [C] owns that horse outside the door where [G7] my old horse should [C] be?
(Chorus:
Ah, you're [C] drunk, you're drunk
you silly old fool,
so drunk you can not [F] see
[C] That's a lovely sow that me [G7] mother sent to me
Well, it's [C] many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or [F] more
But a [C] saddle on a sow sure I [G7] never saw be- [C] fore)
And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk
you silly old fool,
so drunk you can not see
That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk
you silly old fool,
so drunk you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk
you silly old fool,
so drunk you can not see
They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before
And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be
Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk
you silly old fool,
so drunk you can not see
That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before
The last two verses aren't usually played. They usually start the song by saying "the name of the song is the Seven Drunken Nights but we're only allowed to sing 5 of them."
And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be
Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk
you silly old fool,
so drunk you can not see
That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before
As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be
Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk
you silly old fool,
so drunk you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before
There are many versions, but I must admit to enjoying the version done by the Brobdingnagian Bards, who after each "I called me wife and I said to her" raise up a cry of "Hey, Wife!"
[A7] OH! the [D] French are [Em] on the [Bm] say,
Says the [D] Shan [G] Van [D] Vocht;
[A7] Oh! The [D] French are [Em] on the [Bm] say,
Says the [D] Shan [G] Van [D] Vocht;
Oh! the French are [F#m] in the [G] Bay,
They’ll be [D] here with [E7] -out de [A] -lay,
[A7] And the [D] Orange [Em] will de [Bm] -cay,
Says the [D] Shan [G] Van [D] Vocht.
And where will they have their camp?
Says the Shan Van Vocht;
Where will they have their camp?
Says the Shan Van Vocht;
On the Curragh of Kildare,
The boys they will be there,
With their pikes in good repair,
Says the Shan Van Vocht.
And what will the yeomen do?
says the Shan Van Vocht,
What will the yeomen do?
says the Shan Van Vocht,
What will the yeomen do
but throw off the red and blue,
and swear that they'll be true
to the Shan Van Vocht.
And what colour will they wear?
Says the Shan Van Vocht;
What colour will they wear?
Says the Shan Van Vocht;
What colours should be seen
Where their father’s homes have been
But their own immortal green?
Says the Shan Van Vocht.
And will Ireland then be free?
Says the Shan Van Vocht;
Will Ireland then be free?
Says the Shan Van Vocht;
Yes! Ireland shall be free,
From the centre to the sea;
Then hurrah for Liberty!
Says the Shan Van Vocht.
(extra verse)
Then what will the yeomen do?
Says the Shan Van Vocht;
What should the yeomen do,
But throw off the red and blue,
And swear that they’ll be true
To the Shan Van Vocht?
from here
The title is literally “The Poor Old Woman.” This was a “secret” name for Ireland, like “Roisin Dubh” (the little Dark Rose) and Kathleen ni Houlahan (Kathleen the daughter of Houlahan). These “secret” names were given partly to hide what might be thought a seditious element in the utterance, and partly because of the Gaelic liking for what is esoteric and symbolic. The Shan Van Vocht is a peasant song made at the time when the Irish were expecting help from revolutionary France, in 1798.
from here
Every Irishman, and nearly every American, has heard the old '98
"rebel" ballad of the "Shan Van Vocht" ("poor old woman") allegorical
of Ireland. It refers to the attempted French landing in Bantry Bay,
December, 1796, one one verse - the opening one - runs thus:
Oh, the Frinch are on the say,
Says the Shan Van Vocht!
Sure the Frinch are on the say,
Says the Shan Van Vocht!
The Frinch are in the Bay,
THey'll land without delay,
And the Orange will decay,
Says the Shan Van Vocht!
The "Orange," at that time, represented the English-Tory interest in
Ireland, and against it the Irish Catholics and Presbyterians were
almost unanimously arrayed. The attempted French invasion-under
Generals Hoche and Grouchy-the latter the same who failed Napoleon at
Waterloo-sailed from Brest with 43 battle ships and 13,500 men. They
were under the guidance of Theobald Wolfe Tone-the organizer of the
United Irishmen. When almost within sight of Ireland, a violent storm
arose and scattered the fleet. Hoche and the Admiral were separated
from the main body. Grouchy, with 6,000 men, reached Bantry Bay, but
declined to land, and the expedition failed. The sketch shows the
olden fishing town of Bantry, seated at the head of its noble Bay-one
of the finest in the world. It is situated in the County Cork.
Aonghus posted the following on the Yahoo list message #1445
The title:
"Shan Van Vocht" is a phonetic rendering.
It should be: Sean Bhan Bhocht
Though im not sure if the "b"s in ban and bocht need
to be lenitied (i.e followed by an "h").
Note that "sean" (shan) is different from Seán (shawn)
Incedentally, according to the book "How the Irish
Invented Slang"
Bocht, "poor", as used in the phrase "dhuine bocht"
(poor or wretched person) transmuted and became the
New York popular slang:
"ding bat".
I [Am] would I [G] were on [Am] yonder [Em] hill
tis [C] there I'd [Am] sit and [Dm] cry my [G7] fill
Till [C] every [Am] tear would [F] turn a [D7] mill
Is go [Dm] de [Am] tu, ma [G] vour [Em] nin [Am] slan
pronounced: (Ish go day too ma vour nyeen slawn)
I'll sell my rack I'll sell my reel
and then I'll sell my spinning wheel
for to buy my love a sword of steel
Is go detu, mavour-nin-slan
I'll dye my petticoat, I'll dye it red
and round the world I'll beg my bread
until my parents shall wish me dead
Is go detu, mavour-nin-slan
But now my love has gone to France
to try his fortune to advance
if he ever comes back, tis but a chance
Is go detu, mavour-nin-slan
During the American Revolutionary War, this song was sung as "Johnny Has Gone For a Soldier". Shule (suil) agra means "go, my dear" The meaning of the chorus is "may you walk safely, my beloved" - appropriate for either version!
At some point I could no longer sing this in Am and I decided to do it in F#m instead. I usually play it in Em capo'd up on the 2nd fret:
Em D Em Bm
G Em Am D7
G Em C A7
Am Em D Bm Em
[C] [Dm] [C] [Dm] [C] [Dm] [F] [C]
Mc[C] Cormack and Richard [Dm] Tauber
Are [C] singing by the [Dm] bed.
There's a [C] glass of punch be[Dm]low your feet
And an [F] angel at your [C] head.
There's [C] devils on each [Dm] side of you
With [C] bottles in their [Dm] hands.
You need [C] one more drop of [Dm] poison
And you'll [Am] dream of foreign [Am] lands.
When you [F] pissed yourself in [Bb] Frankfurt
And got [C] syph down in Co[F]logne
And you [F] heard the rattling [Bb] death trains
As you [C] lay there all a[F]lone,
Frank [F] Ryan brought you [C] whiskey
In a [Bb] brothel in Ma[C]drid
And you [Bb] decked some fucking [Bb] blackshirt
Who was [C] cursing all the [C] Yids.
At the [F] sick bed of Cu[F]chulainn
We'll [Bb] kneel and say a [F] prayer
And the [Bb] ghosts are rattling [F] at the door
And the [C] devil's in the [F] chair.
[F] [F] [Bb] [C]
[F] [F] [Bb] [F]
And [F] in the Euston [Bb] Tavern
You [C] screamed it was your [F] shout
But they [F] wouldn't give you [Bb] service
So you [C] kicked the windows [F] out.
They [F] took you out in[C]to the street
And [Bb] kicked you in the [C] brains,
So you [Bb] walked back in through a [Bb] bolted door
And [C] did it all a[C]gain.
At the [F] sick bed of Cu[F]chulainn
We'll [Bb] kneel and say a [F] prayer
And the [Bb] ghosts are rattling [F] at the door
And the [C] devil's in the [F] chair.
[F] [Bb] [C]
[F] [Bb] [C] [F]
[C]
You re [C] member that foul [Dm] evening
When you [C] heard the banshees [Dm] howl,
There was [C] lazy drunken [Dm] bastards
Singing [F] 'Billy is in the [C] bowl.'
They [C] took you up to [Dm] midnight mass
And [C] left you in the [Dm] lurch
So you [C] dropped a button [Dm] in the plate
And [Am] spewed up in the [Am] church.
Now you'll [F] sing a song of [Bb] liberty
For [C] blacks and paks and [F] jocks
And they'll [F] take you from this [Bb] dump you're in
And [C] stick you in a [F] box.
Then they'll [F] take you to Clough[C]prior
And [Bb] shove you in the [C] ground
But you'll [Bb] stick your head back [Bb] out and shout,
"We'll [C] have another [C] round."
At the [F] graveside of Cu[F]chulainn
We'll [Bb] kneel around and [F] pray
And [Bb] God is in His [F] heaven,
And [C] Billy's down by the [F] bay.
[F] [Bb] [C]
[F] [Bb] [C] [F]
by The Pogues, chords from http://www.chordie.com
We [C] come on the Sloop John B, my grandfather and me.
Around Nassau town we did [G7] roam,
Drinking all [C] night, Got into a [F] fight, [Dm]
Well I [C] feel so break up, [G7] I wanta go [C] home.
(Chorus:
So [C] hoist up the John B sail, see how the mains'l sets,
Call for the captain ashore, let me go [G7] home.
Let me go [C] home, I wanta go [F] home, [Dm]
Well I [C] feel so break up, [G7] I wanta go [C] home.)
First Mate, he got drunk, broke up the people's trunk,
Constable had to come and take him away.
Sheriff John Stone, why don't you leave me alone?
Well I feel so break up, I wanta go home.
(Chorus)
The poor cook he caught the fits, threw away all my grits,
Then he took and ate up all of my corn.
Let me go home, I wanta go home,
This is the worst trip I've ever been on.
(Chorus)
by the Kingston Trio, Beach Boys
from Egil's saga
(The Irreparable Loss of Sons)
Tardily, takes my toungue to move,
and to stir the steel yard of song;
Hopeless is't about Odin's theft (1)
hard to draw from the heart's fastness!
Sorely Ran (2) has smitten me
left me bare of bosom-friends;
the sea snapped my sib's tight links
a strong strand is stripped from me.
If my suit with sword I could press,
all over for the ale-smith (3) were it:
Could I kill the storm's kinsman,
Aegir's (4) might I would meet as foe.
Hard my lot, for Herian's (5) foe's (6)
stern-sister (7) stands on the ness. (9)
Gladly though and ungrudgingly
with light heart, Hel (8) I will bide.
(1) Odin's theft is poetry
(2) Ran was Aegir's wife
(3) Aegir, also brewer of the Gods
(4) Aegir is also the Sea God
(5) Herian is another name for Odin
(6) Herian's foe is Fenris wolf
(7) The wolf's sister is Hel
(8) Hel is a death Goddess
(9) She stands at Digranes where Egil's father and sons are buried
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In [D] South Australia [G] I was [D] born, [G] heave a- [D] way, [G] haul a- [D] way
In South Australia, [A] 'round Cape [D] Horn, we’re bound for South Au- [A7] stra- [D] lia
(Chorus:
Haul away your rolling king, heave away, haul away
Haul away, you’ll hear me sing, we’re bound for South Australia)
As I walked out one morning fair, heave away, haul away
'Twas there I met Miss Nancy Blair, we’re bound for South Australia
Chorus
I shook her up and I shook her down, heave away, haul away
Well I danced her all around the town, we're bound for South Australia
Chorus
There's just one thing that's on my mind, heave away, haul away
That's leaving Nancy Blair behind, we’re bound for South Australia
Chorus
I wish I was on some lonesome Strand, heave away, haul away
With Rum and Whiskey all in the Hand, we're bound for South Australia
Chorus
And as we wallop round Cape Horn, heave away, haul away
You'll wish to God you've never been born, we’re bound for South Australia
Chorus
Two old Ladies sleepin' on the Sand, heave away, haul away
Each one wishin' that the other was a man, and we're bound for South Australia
Chorus
In South Australia I was born, heave away, haul away
In South Australia, 'round Cape Horn, we’re bound for South Australia
A favorite of Kerry's, we know the Pogues did this song on the album "If I Should Fall From Grace With God". Three more verses added by Guthrum - Aug, 2009.
[Bm] Last night as I lay [A] dreaming of pleasant days gone [Bm] by
[Bm] My mind being bent on rambling to [D] Ireland I did [A] fly
[Bm] I stepped on board a vision and I [D] followed with a [A] will
When [Bm] next I came to [A] anchor at the cross of Spancil [Bm] Hill
It being the 23rd of June the day before the fair
When Ireland's sons and daughters in crowds assembled there
The young, the old, the brave and the bold their journey to fulfill
There were jovial conversations at the fair of Spancil Hill
I went to see my neighbors to hear what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone and the young one's turning grey
I met with the tailor Quigley, he's a bould as ever still
Sure he used to make my britches when I lived in Spancil Hill
I paid a flying visit to my first and only love
She's as white as any lily and gentle as a dove
She threw her arms around me saying "Johnny I love you still
" Oh she's Ned the farmers daughter and the pride of Spancil HiII
I dreamt I held and kissed her as in the days of yore
She said, "Johnny you're only joking like many's the time before"
The cock he crew in the morning he crew both loud and shrill
And I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill.
Start on [A]
One [D] morning [G] in the [A7] month of [D] May
[D] as from my cot I [G] stra[D] yed
Just [G] at the dawning of the day
I [D] met with a charming [Bm] maid.
Just at the [Bm] dawning [A] of the [D] day
I [G] met with a [A] charming [D] maid.
'Good morning to you, whither?' said I
'Good morning to you now'
The maid replied, 'kind sir,' she cried,
'I've lost my spotted cow'
The maid replied, 'kind sir,' she cried,
'I've lost my spotted cow'
'No longer weep, no longer morn,
Your cows not lost my dear
I saw her down in yonder grove,
Come love and I'll show you where
I saw her down in yonder grove,
Come love and I'll show you where
'I [D] must con- [G] fess, you're [A7] very [D] kind
'I thank you sir,' said [G] she [D]
'We [G] will be sure her there to find
Come [D] sweetheart go with [Bm] me
'We will be [Bm] sure her [A7] there to [D] find
Come [G] sweetheart [A7] go with [D] me
And in the grove they spent the day
they thought it passed too soon
at night they homeward bent their way
while brightly shone the moon
at night they homeward bent their way
while brightly shone the moon
If he should cross the flowerly dale,
or go to view the plough,
she comes and calls, 'You gentle swain,
I've lost my spotted cow.'
she comes and calls, 'You gentle swain,
I've lost my spotted cow.'
Steel Eye Span presents this lovely tune collected from Harry Cox of Norfolk, England. From their 1988 album "Below the Salt"
Near [Em] Banbridge town in the [G] County [D] Down
one [Em] morning in Ju- [D] ly
Down a [Em] boreen green came [G] sweet col-[D] leen
and she [Em] smiled as she passed me by.
She [G] looked so sweet from her [D] two bare feet
to the [Em] sheen of her nut brown [D] hair.
Such a [Em] coaxing elf that I [G] shook my- [D] self
to make [Em] sure she was really there.
(Chorus:
From [G] Bantry Bay up to [D] Derry Quay
and from [Em] Galway to Dublin [D] town
no [Em] maid I've seen like the [G] sweet col- [D] leen
that I [Em] met in the County Down)
As she onward sped I shook my head
and I gazed with a feeling quare,
'And I said' says I to a passer by
'Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?'
He smiled at me and with pride says he
'That's the gem of Ireland's crown.
She's young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann,
She's the Star of the County Down'.
(chorus)
She'd a soft brown eye and a look so sly
And a smile like the rose in June
And you hung on each note from her lily-white throat
as she lilted an Irish tune.
At the pattern dance you were held in a trance
as she tripped through a jig or a reel
and when her eyes she'd roll, she would lift your soul,
and your heart she would quickly steal.
(chorus)
boreen, bohreen, bohereen, bohir- (Anglo-Irish): A lane, a narrow road; also used to denote an opening in a crowd. OED's citations date from 1841
(Chorus:
[G] Steal a- [D] way, let's [D] steal a- [G] way
There'll [C] be none [Am] left to [D] stay
For [G] me and [D] you, we'll [D] start a- [G] new
And [C] darling [D] steal a- [G] way)
Let's steal away and change our dreams
And hope they'll never find us
The dreary days, the empty nights
We'll leave them all behind us
(Chorus)
We'll leave behind the city streets
The gloom, the desolation
The rain, the cold, the growing old
O God, it's a hard old station
(Chorus)
We'll leave with just our memories
And make them see beginning
We have to chose to win or lose
Since time has passed away
(Chorus)
Tempo: 120
Instrumental beginning
Last [D] night as I slept I [G] dreamed I met with [D] Behan
I shook him by the hand and we [A] passed the time of day
When [D] questioned on his views on the [G] crux of life's [D] philosophies
He [D] had but these few clear and [A] simple words to [D] say
(Chorus:
I am [D] going, I am [G] go- [D] ing, Any which way the wind may be [A] blowing
I am [D] going, I am [G] go- [D] ing, Where streams of whiskey are [A] flow- [D] ing)
I have cursed, bled and sworn, Jumped bail and landed up in jail
Life has often tried to stretch me, but the rope always was slack
And now that I've a pile, I'll go down to the Chelsea
I'll walk in on my feet, but I'll leave there on my back
Chorus
Break
Oh the words that he spoke, seemed the wisest of philosophies
There's nothing ever gained by a wet thing called a tear
When the world is too dark and I need the light inside of me
I'll walk into a bar and drink fifteen pints of beer
Chorus
Chorus
Where streams of whiskey are flowing!
Where streams of whiskey are flowing!
Instrumental ending
Streams of Whiskey - by Shane MacGowan and the Pogues
from the album "Red Roses For Me"
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(Bob Dylan - trad.)
There [Am] was a [G] wealthy [F] farmer [C]
That lived [Em] in a county nigh [Am].
He [Am] had a [G] lovin' [F] daugh [C] ter,
On whom I [Em] cast my [Am] eye.
She [Am] was so [G] young and [F] slen [C] der
So dedicated [Em] so fair [Am].
There [Am] wasn't a [G] girl in the [F] county [C]
With [G] her that could [Am] compare.
I asked her if she'd be willing
To let me cross over the plains.
She said it would be alright with her
Just so I'd return again.
She said that she'd be true to me
Till death would be unkind.
We kissed, shook hands, and parted.
I left my girl behind.
Out in a western city, boys,
A town you all know well,
Where everyone was friendly,
They'd show me all around.
The work an' money was plentyful,
And the girls to me were kind.
But the only girl I thought about
Was the girl I'd left behind.
One day when I was ramblin' 'round
Down by the public square,
The mail coach it came in,
And I met the mail bearer [PRONOUNCED 'bar'] there.
He handed me a letter, gave me to understand
That the girl I left in old Texas
She married another man.
I turned myself all around and around
Not knowing what else to do.
I rid down a little pace further,
Just to see if these words were true.
It's drinkin' I throw over,
Card playin' I'll resign,
For the only girl I ever did love
Was the girl I left behind.
Come around, you ramblin' gamblin' men,
And listen while I tell.
If it does to you no good, kind friends,
I'm a-sure it will do you no harm.
If you ever find you a fair young maid,
Just marry her while you can.
For if you ever cross over the plain,
she'll marry another man.
by Voltaire off To the Bottom of the Sea
A gargantuan hole in the bow, will the ocean to enter allow.
Oh but more a sin than letting it in it's letting our good fortune out.
The nest to the storm did succumb, while the crow hid his fear in the rum.
And the mast, it broke and threw out the bloke and well now he's surely my chum.
Love letters from under his bed, holds the cabin boy over his head
A futile try to keep it dry what tears have already wet.
They were penned by a girl in Merak, and the Javanese value their tact.
She'll conclude he's horribly rude 'cause he's sure as hell not writing back.
(Chorus)
'Cause this ship's going down
All on account of the weather
Though we'll drown
There's no need to frown
'Cause we're all going together
And I won't say "Woe is me"
As I disappear into the sea
'Cause I'm in good company
As we're all going together
I've had women of every kind, but the only one truly was mine
Is the one at home who'll be alone when I am full-up with brine.
For my son I had always a plan, for to raise him as best as I can.
Oh well you can bet, my only regret is to not see him grow to a man.
(Chorus)
'Cause this ship's going down
All on account of the weather
Though we'll drown
There's no need to frown
'Cause we're all going together
And I won't say "Woe is me"
As I disappear into the sea
'Cause I'm in good company
As we're all going together
I was sinking down into the brine, when a curious sight caught my eye.
Seaman Shaft had found him a raft and was makin' a speedy goodbye.
At the risk of sounding absurd, I have always been good as my word.
So a fish gig, I lanced into his eye and I knocked his ass overboard.
(Chorus)
'Cause this ship's going down
All on account of the weather
Though we'll drown
There's no need to frown
'Cause we're all going together
And I won't say "Woe is me"
As I disappear into the sea
Oh hell!
'Cause you've all been so good to me
So we're all going together.
[G] There were three drunken [C] maidens, [D] lived on the Isle of [G] Wight
They [G] drank from Monday [C] morning, didn't [D] stop till Saturday [G] night
When [C] Saturday night did come me boys, the [G] girlies wouldn't go [D] out
[Em] These three drunken [C] maidens kept [D] pushing the jug a [G] bout
[Em] These three drunken [C] maidens kept [D] pushing the jug a [G] bout
Then in comes bouncing Sally with a face as red as a bloom
"Move up, my jolly sisters, and give your Sally some room
For I'll be your equal before the night is out"
So now four drunken maidens they pushed the jug about
So now four drunken maidens they pushed the jug about
There was woodcock and pheasant, partridge and hare
And every kind of pie, my boys, no scarcity was there
They'd forty quarts of beer all told, they fairly drunk it up
These four drunken maidens who pushed the jug about
These four drunken maidens who pushed the jug about
Then in comes the landlord and he's looking for his pay
"I've a bill for forty nicker that you lot have got to pay"
They hadn't got the money and still they wouldn't go out
These four drunken maidens kept pushing the jug about
These four drunken maidens kept pushing the jug about
Now where are your feathered hats, your mantles crisp and fine?
"They've all been swallowed up, my boys, in tankards of good wine"
And where are your maidenheads, you maids so brisk and gay?
"We left them in the public house, we drank them clean away"
"We left them in the public house, we drank them clean away"
(Trad. arr. Fairport Convention), though now we do it like Frank from Germany (known as klikstarter on Youtube)
In my memory I will always see
the town that I have loved so well
Where our school played ball by the gasyard wall
and we laughed through the smoke and the smell
Going home in the rain, running up the dark lane
past the jail and down behind the fountain
Those were happy days in so many, many ways
in the town I loved so well
In the early morning the shirt factory horn
called women from Creggan, the Moor and the Bog
While the men on the dole played a mother's role,
fed the children and then trained the dogs
And when times got tough there was just about enough
But they saw it through without complaining
For deep inside was a burning pride
in the town I loved so well
There was music there in the Derry air
like a language that we all could understand
I remember the day when I earned my first pay
And I played in a small pick-up band
There I spent my youth and to tell you the truth
I was sad to leave it all behind me
For I learned about life and I'd found a wife
in the town I loved so well
But when I returned how my eyes have burned
to see how a town could be brought to its knees
By the armoured cars and the bombed out bars
and the gas that hangs on to every tree
Now the army's installed by that old gasyard wall
and the damned barbed wire gets higher and higher
With their tanks and their guns, oh my God, what have they done
to the town I loved so well
Now the music's gone but they carry on
For their spirit's been bruised, never broken
They will not forget but their hearts are set
on tomorrow and peace once again
For what's done is done and what's won is won
and what's lost is lost and gone forever
I can only pray for a bright, brand new day
in the town I loved so well
As I was a- [Em] walkin' [D] all a- [Em] lane
I heard twa [Em] corbies [D] makin' [Em] mane
The tane untay the tither did say [D] oh
[Em] "where sall we gang and [D] dine to- [Em] day oh,
[Em] where sall we gang and [D] dine to- [Em] day"?
"In behint yon auld fail dyke
I wot there lies a new slayn knight
and naebody kens that he lies there oh
but his hawk and his hound and his lady fair oh
his hawk and his hound and his lady fair.
"His hawk is tay the hunting gane
his hound to fetch the wild foul hame
his lady has taken another mate oh
so we may mak our dinner sweet oh
we may mak our dinner sweet.
"Ye'll sit on his white haus bane
and I'll pike out his bonny blue eye'n
with mony a lock o his gowden hair oh
we'll theek our nest when it grows bare oh
theek our nest when it grows bare
"Mony a one for him maks mane
yet none sall ken where he has gane
and o'er his white banes when they are bare oh
the wind sall blaw for ever mair oh
the wind sall blaw for ever mair.
"Banjo" Paterson, 1893
Once a jolly swagman sat beside the billabong,
Under the shade of a coulibah tree,
And he sang as he sat and waited till his billy boiled:
Chorus:
Who'll come a waltzing matilda with me
Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
Who'll come a waltzing matilda with me
And he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong
Who'll come a waltzing matilda with me.
2. Down came a jumbuck to drink beside the billabong
Up jumped the swagman and seized him with glee
And he sang as he tucked the jumbuck in his tuckerbag
Chorus:
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me
Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me
And he sang as he tucked the jumbuck in his tuckerbag
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me.
3. Down came the stockman, riding on his thoroughbred,
Down came the troopers, one, two, three.
"Where's that jolly jumbuck you've got in your tuckerbag?
Chorus:
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me
Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me
Where's that jolly jumbuck you've got in your tuckerbag?
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me.
4. Up jumped the swagman and plunged into the billabong,
"You'll never catch me alive," cried he
And his ghost may be heard as you ride beside the billabong,
Chorus:
Who'll come a waltzing matilda with me
Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
Who'll come a waltzing matilda with me
And his ghost may be heard as you ride beside the billabong,
Who'll come a waltzing matilda with me.
Definitions
Billabong - Originally an aboriginal word for a section of still water adjacent to a river, cut off by a change in the watercourse, cf. an oxbow lake. In the Australian outback, a billabong generally retains water longer than the watercourse itself, so it may be the only water for miles around.
Billy - A tin can, maybe two litres (four pints) in capacity, usually with a wire handle attached to the top rim, in which 'swaggies' (and contemporary Australian campers) boil water to make tea (and to kill the beasties in the water they've taken out of the billabong).
Coolibah tree (also coolabah) - A particular kind of eucalyptus which grows beside billabongs.
Jumbuck - A sheep
Squatter - As Australia was settled, there was of course little or no authority and bureaucracy in place. People 'squatted' on patches of land, grazed their animals, grew their crops and built their houses and fences. In due course, as authority arrived, it generally accepted the claims of whoever was in apparent possession of the land (aboriginals had been no match for armed white men, and anyway were largely nomadic across reasonably large areas). Particularly in good quality grazing country, squatters quickly became relatively very well off, hence the term 'squattocracy' which blends 'squatter' with 'aristocracy'. The constabulary tended to work with them to maintain law and order. To non-land-owners, squatters were an object of resentment.
Swagman - A gentleman of the road, an itinerant roaming country roads, a drifter, a tramp, a hobo. Carried his few belongings slung in a cloth, which was called by a wide variety of names, including 'swag', 'shiralee' and 'bluey'. Given the large number of names for them, they must have been a pretty common sight.
Troopers - Cavalry soldiers, or perhaps mounted militia-men or policemen. To a swaggie, what was the difference??
Tucker-bag - A bag to keep tucker in. (Tucker is food.)
Waltzing matilda - Matilda was a mock-romantic word for a swag, and to waltz matilda was to hit the road with a swag on your back. The term is thought to come from a German expression, Auf die Walz gehen, meaning to take to the road, and Mathilde is a girl's name, applied to one's bed-roll. So the poem (doggerel? folk song?) can be interpreted as yet another Aussie complaint about them in authority. We're one of the most urbanised nations in the world, who sort-of yearn for the wide open spaces (there's so much of it out there!), and the freedom that goes with it (or at least seems to go with it, to those that don't live there). So Waltzing Matilda strikes a chord (so to speak), generation after generation, for the same reason that Crocodile Dundee was as popular here as anywhere else - we know we're not like that; but it's fun pretending for a while that we are.
Waltzing Matilda was written by a young Sydney solicitor and poet by the name of Andrew Barton Paterson in 1893, who at the time was writing under the pen name of "The Banjo". Born near Orange (NSW) on a station which was owned and later managed by his father, Paterson was educated at Sydney Grammar School. He qualified as a solicitor but his adult life was divided between legal practice, journalism, and pastoral pursuits. It was during a shearing strike that a sequence of events took place that culminated in "The Banjo" writing a song that is now known throughout the world and forever stamped in the psyche of all Australians. This most absorbing and intriguing story of our national song with it's unique blend of violence; union strikes; secret meetings in the dead of night; absentee landlords; suicide; fire; music; outback settings; class struggle; and a fascinating love affair, will, once exposed, forever excite the imagination of the public. And, when taken into context in its entirety, may well explain just why Waltzing Matilda makes us feel the way it does.
Says my aul' one to your aul' one
"will ye come to the Waxie's Dargle?"
Says your aul' one to my aul' one
"Sure I haven't got a farthin;
I went up to Monto Town
To see young Kill McArdle
but he wouldn't give me half a crown
to go to the Waxie's Dargle
Chorus
what'll ya have?
I'll have a pint.
I'll have a pint with you sir.
and... If one of you doesn't order soon,
You're shut down of the boozer.
Says my aul' one to your aul' one
"Will you come to the Galway races?"
Says your aul one to my aul' one
"With the price of my aul' lads' braces
I went down to Capel Street
To the Shrewish money lender
But he wouldn't give me a couple of bob
on my aul' lads red suspenders.
Chorus
Says my aul' one to your aul' one
"We have no beef or mutton
But if we go to Monto Town
We might get a drink for nothin'
Here's a nice piece of advise
I got from an aul' fishmonger:
When food is scarce
and you see the hearse
You'll know you died of hunger
Chorus
The Waxies (candle makers) held an annual outing to the seaside town of Bray, Co. Wicklow, 12 miles from Dublin.
after Paul Brady's version, but since I can't sing that high I play it lower. Close to a version printed by J. K. Pollock (North Shields) dated between 1815 and 1855
(capo 2)
[Am] Come all young men where e'er you be and listen to me lamentations
I courted a girl beyond compare and I loved her with admiration
[Am] At length in time she became my wife, [D] twas not for beauty [Em] but for riches,
[G] And all the time it [C] causes strife, to [Am] see which of us will [Em] wear the [Am] britches.
O Paddy Kane it is my name, me height it is five foot eleven,
and Me wife is nearly not so big, she only measures four feet seven,
The hedges I have oft times stripped, I've left them bare of rods and switches,
Her skin with blows I have turned black, but still she says she'll wear my britches.
Well I am a tailor to my trade, at cutting out I am quite handy,
But all the money that I make, she leaves it out on tay and brandy,
Now sometimes I do shout and ball with nothing going with rogues and witches,
Her head goes oft times to the wall, still she says she'll wear me britches.
One morning at the tay and eggs, content and sitting by the fire,
Well She broke the taypot on my legs, and left me leapin to retire,
How often do I shout and moan, as I go hopping on my crutches,
I wished I'd broke her collar bone, the day I let her wear me britches
So come all young men where e'er you be, don't marry a wife if she's enchantin,
For if you do, you'll be like me, with other men she'll go gallanting,
Now my advice it is to you, to marry for love and not for riches,
And be sure of a wife with a civil tongue, who'll give you leave to wear your britches.
Someone posted lyrics on mudcat.org which are quite similar as they appear on the sleeve notes of Kieran Halpin & Ton McConville's "Port of Call" Album. Also called "TAILOR TO MY TRADE"
O [D] Paddy dear, and [Bm] did ye hear the [A] news that's goin' round?
The [G] shamrock is for- [D] bidden by law to [A] grow on Irish [D] ground!
No [D] more Saint Patrick's [Bm] Day we'll keep, his [A] color can't be seen
For there's a [G] cruel [D] law ag'in the [A] Wearin' [A7] o' the [D] Green."
I met with Napper Tandy, and he took me by the hand
And he said, "How's poor old Ireland, and how does she stand?"
"She's the most distressful country that ever yet was seen
For they're hanging men and women there for the Wearin' o' the Green."
"So if the color we must wear be England's cruel red
Let it remind us of the blood that Irishmen have shed
And pull the shamrock from your hat, and throw it on the sod
But never fear, 'twill take root there, though underfoot 'tis trod.
When laws can stop the blades of grass from growin' as they grow
And when the leaves in summer-time their color dare not show
Then I will change the color too I wear in my caubeen
But till that day, please God, I'll stick to the Wearin' o' the Green.
So [F] what will I [Bb] think of when [Dm] I see her [G] face
[F] Warm days of [Bb] laughter or [F] times of [C] disgrace
My [F] heart starts to [Bb] beat fast, my [Dm] pulse starts to [G] race
When-[F] ever I [Bb] think of [Dm] seeing her [G] face.
(Chorus
Did a lynne dah
Did a lynne dah
Did a lynne dah, Did a lay
a lynne dah a day da da
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Did a lynne dah
Did a lynne dah
Did a lynne dah, Did a lay
a lynne dah a day da da
Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Will I [F] break down or [Bb] smile with a [Dm] tear in my [G] eye
Will I [F] glance down and [Bb] stutter and [F]feel like I'll [C] die
Will I [F] hold her [Bb] forever and [F] never let [C] go?
Or will I [C] just tip my [Am] hat with a [G] passing [C] hello?
[bridge in C]
So now here she is, standing right in my view
I think of the old times, I dream of some new
and now here she is, standing right next to me
so what shall I do, well, I guess I'll just see.
(chorus)
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[Em] Where now the [D] horse and the [Am] rider?
[Em] Where is the [D] horn that was [Am] blowing?
[Em] Where is the [D] helm and the [Am] hauberk
[Em] and the [D] bright hair [Am] flowing?
[G] They have [Em] passed like rain on the [Am] mountain
like a [D] wind in the [G] meadow
[G] The days have [Em] gone down in the [Am] west
behind the [D] hills into [G] shadow.
Where is the hand on the harpstring?
and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest
and the tall corn growing?
Who shall gather the smoke
of the dead wood burning?
Or behold the flowing years
from the sea returning?
Where now the horse and the rider?
Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk
and the bright hair flowing?
by John Tolkien
We [D] live in the bog where you won't find no [A7] rest
There's [A7] drummers abound and some people un-[D] dressed
High brow the Palazzo or slumming with Vlad
These are the best times this Celt ever had
[chorus]
Give me one, two, three Whiskey down
Give me four, five, six all around
Till seven or eight of them swim in my head
and in the morning I'll wish I was dead
We'll meet at the chalkman on top of hill
the bards will all sing for the beer that they swill
Then down to Preachain for some mead and some dance
Then over the water to "men with no pants"
[chorus]
We drank all our fill and we started to tire
till Vollund he spied a good cooking fire
Tuatha de Bhriain ate on through the night
and kept up the Norsemen who all had to fight.
[chorus]
[chorus]
[Palazzo = a big area next to Vlad's]
As [C] I was going over the [Am] far famed Kerry mountains
[F] I met with Captain Farrel and his [C] money he was countin
[C] I first produced my pistol and I [Am] then produced me rapier
saying [F] "Stand and deliver for you [C] are a bold deciever!"
(Chorus:
Mush a [G] ring and a doorum dah [G A B]
[C] Whack for the daddy oh
[F] whack for the daddy oh
there's [C] whiskey [G] in the [C] jar!)
He counted out his money and it madse a pretty penny
I put it in my pocket and I gave it to my Jenny
she sighed and she swore that she never would decieve me
but the devil take the women for they never can be easy
(Chorus)
I went up to my chamber, all for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder
but Jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with water
and sent for Captian Farrel to be ready for the slaughter
(Chorus)
'Twas early in the mornin before I rose to travel
up rode a band of footman and likewise Captain Farrel
I then produced me pistol for she'd stolen away me rapier
but I couldn't shoot the water so a prisinor I was taken
(Chorus)
If anyone can aid me its my brother in the army
if I could find his station on Cork or in Kilarney
and if he'd come and join me, we'd go rovin in Kilkenny
I'm sure he'd treat me fairer than me darlin sportin Jenny
(Chorus)
[B] Whiskey, you're the devil, you're [E] leadin' me a-[B] stray
[B] Over hills and mountains and [F#] to Americay
You're [B] sweeter, stronger, decenter, you're [E] spunkier than [B] tae
O [B] whiskey, you're my darlin' drunk or [F#] so- [B]ber
Oh, [B] now, brave boys, we're on the march and [F#] off to Portu-[E]gal or Spain
The [B] drums are beating, banners flying, the [E] devil's at home [F#] tonight we'll find
[B] Love, fare thee well, with me tithery eye the doodelum the [F#] da
Me [Dbm] tithery eye the doodelum the [E] da, Me [B] rightful tur-a laddie oh
There's [F#] whiskey in the [B] jar. Hey!
Whiskey, you're the devil, you're leadin' me astray
Over hills and mountains and to Amerikay
You're sweeter, stronger, decenter, you're spunkier than tae
O whiskey, you're my darlin' drunk or sober
Said the mother: "Do not wrong me, don't take my daughter from me
For if you do I will torment you, and after death a ghost will haunt you
Love, fare thee well, with me tithery eye the doodelum the da
Me tithery eye the doodelum the da, Me rightful tur-a laddie oh
There's whiskey in the jar. Hey!
Whiskey, you're the devil, you're leadin' me astray
Over hills and mountains and to Amerikay
You're sweeter, stronger, decenter, you're spunkier than tae
O whiskey, you're my darlin' drunk or sober
The French are fighting boldly, men dying hot and coldly
Gives ev'ry man his flask of powder, his farlock on his shoulder
Love, fare thee well, with me tithery eye the doodelum the da
Me tithery eye the doodelum the da, Me rightful tur-a laddie oh
There's whiskey in the jar. Hey!
Whiskey, you're the devil, you're leadin' me astray
Over hills and mountains and to Amerikay
You're sweeter, stronger, decenter, you're spunkier than tae
O whiskey, you're my darlin' drunk or sober
Gm Fsus2/C Gm Fsus2/C
I'll [Gm] buy you six [F] bay mares [Dm] to put in your [C] stable
[Gm] six golden [Dm] apples [F] bought with my [C] pay.
I [Gm] am the first [F] piper [Dm] who calls the [C] sweet tune,
but [Gm] I must be [Dm] gone by the [F] seventh [C] day.
[A] So come on, [E] I'm [G] the whist- [D] ler.
[A] I have a [E] fife and a [G] drum to [D] play.
[A] Get [E] ready [G] for the [D] whistler.
[F#] I whistle along on the [E] seventh day
[F#] whistle along on the [E] seventh day.
G# F# G# F# C# G# F# G# F# C# G# F# G# F#
Gm Fsus2/C Gm Fsus2/C
[Gm] All kinds [F] of sadness [Dm] I've left [C] behind me.
[Gm] Many's the [Dm] day when [F] I have done [C] wrong.
[Gm] But I'll be [F] yours for [Dm] ever and [C] ever.
[Gm] Climb in the [Dm] saddle and [F] whistle [C] along.
[A] So come on, [E] I'm [G] the whist- [D] ler.
[A] I have a [E] fife and a [G] drum to [D] play.
[A] Get [E] ready [G] for the [D] whistler.
[F#] I whistle along on the [E] seventh day
[F#] whistle along on the [E] seventh day.
G# F# G# F# C# G# F# G# F# C# G# F# G# F#
C# B C# B F# C# B
Gm Fsus2/C Gm Fsus2/C
Deep [Gm] red are the [F] sunsets in [Dm] mystical [C] places.
[Gm] Black are the [Dm] nights on [F] summerday [C] sands.
[Gm] We'll find the [F] speck of [Dm] truth in each [C] riddle.
[Gm] Hold the first [Dm] grain of [F] love in our [C] hands.
[A] So come on, [E] I'm [G] the whist- [D] ler.
[A] I have a [E] fife and a [G] drum to [D] play.
[A] Get [E] ready [G] for the [D] whistler.
[F#] I whistle along on the [E] seventh day
[F#] whistle along on the [E] seventh day.
[A] So come on, [E] I'm [G] the whist- [D] ler.
[A] I have a [E] fife and a [G] drum to [D] play.
[A] Get [E] ready [G] for the [D] whistler.
[F#] I whistle along on the [E] seventh day
[F#] whistle along on the [E] seventh day.
G# F# G# F# C# G# F# G# F# C# G# F# G# F#
C# B C# B F# C# B C# B F# C# B C# B
Fsus2/C = x33011 Capo on 1st fret
written by Ian Anderson
performed by Jethro Tull
from "Songs From The Wood", 1977
transcribed by Peter Eybert
A [F] gypsy [C] rover came [F] over the [C] hill
[F] Down through the [C] valley so [F] sha- [C] dy.
He [F] whistled and he [C] sang 'til the [F] green woods [Bb] rang
And [F] he* won the [C] heart of a [F] la- [Bb] a- [F] dy.
Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-doo-dah-day
Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-day-dee
He whistled and he sang 'til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady.
She left her father's castle gate.
She left her own fine lover.
She left her servants and her state
To follow her gypsy rover.
Chorus
Her father saddled up his fastest steed
And roamed the valley all over.
Sought his daughter at great speed
And the whistlin' gypsy rover.
Chorus
He came at last to a mansion fine
Down by the river so shaddy.
And there was music and there was wine
For the gypsy and his lady.
Chorus
"He is no gypsy, my Father," she cried
"but Lord of these lands all over.
And I shall stay 'til my dying day
with my whistlin' gypsy rover."
Chorus
G D G D
G D G D
G D G C
G C G C G D
(in abc notation)
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This is a slip jig from one of Ned's hard-to-find fiddle tunes books. Slip jigs are in 9/8 which is what makes this sound a bit odd. I transcribed it into abc format to share. To learn more about how to write in abc notation Steve Mansfield has a good tutorial here. Many more abc resources, including a list of players (I use Barfly) can be found on ceolas.org.
There [D] was a wild [G] colonial [A7] boy, Jack Duggan was his [D] name
He was [D] born and raised in [A] Ire- [A7] land in a place called Castle- [D] maine
He [D] was his father's [A] only [A7] son, his mother's pride and [D] joy
And [D] dearly did his [G] parents [A] love the [A7] wild colonial [D] boy
At the early age of sixteen years, he left his native home
And to Australia's sunny shore he was inclined to roam
He robbed the rich, he helped the poor, he shot James McAvoy
A terror to Australia was the wild colonial boy
One morning on the prairie as Jack he rode along
A listening to the mockingbird a singing a cheerful song
Out stepped a band of troopers, Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy
They all set out to capture him, the wild colonial boy
"Surrender now Jack Duggan for you see we're three to one
Surrender in the Queen's high name for you're a plundering son"
Jack pulled two pistols from his belt and he proudly waved them high
"I'll fight, but not surrender," said the wild colonial boy
He fired a shot at Kelly, which brought him to the ground
And turning 'round to Davis, he received a fatal wound
A bullet pierced his proud young heart from the pistol of Fitzroy
And that was how they captured him, the wild colonial boy
I've [G] been a wild rover for many a [C] year
and I've [G] spent all me [D] money on whiskey and [G] beer
but now I'm returning with gold in great store
and I never will play the wild rover no more
(Chorus:
And its [D] no, nay, never (lift up your kilt!)
[G] no nay never no [C] more
will I [G] pla-ay the wild [C] rover
no [G] never, [D] no [G] more)
I went up to an alehouse I used to frequent
and I told the landlady my money was spent
I asked her for credit, she answered me, "nay!
such custom as yours I could have every day"
(Chorus)
I took out from my pocket ten sovereigns bright
and the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight
"I'll give you fine whiskeys and wines of the best
sure the words that I told you were only in jest!"
(Chorus)
I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done
and I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son
and when they've caressed me as oft times before
I never will play the wild rover no more
(Chorus)
O, the [G] summer [C] time is [G] coming
and the [C] trees are sweetly [G] blooming
and the [C] wild [G] mountain [Em] thyme
grows a [Am] round the blooming [C] heather
Will ye [G] go, [C] lassie, [G] go?
(Chorus:
and we'll [C] all [Bm] go [G] together
to pluck [C] wild [G] mountain [Em] thyme
all a [Am] round the blooming [C] heather
will ye [G] go, [C] lassie, [G] go?)
I will build my love a tower
near yon pure crystal fountain
and on it I will pile
all the flowers of the mountain
Will ye go, lassie, go?
(Chorus)
If my true love, she were gone
I would surely find another
where the wild mountain thyme
grows around the blooming heather
Will ye go, lassie, go?
(Chorus)
At a recent practice at Guthrum's Aonghus decided he'd like us to do this in G instead of E
[G] Adeste Fi- [D] deles, [G] lae- [D] ti [G] tri- [C] um- [G] phan- [D] tes;
[Em] Ve- [A7] ni- [D] te, [A] ve- [D] ni- [A7] [D] te [G] in [D] Beth- [A7] le- [D] hem
[G] Na- [D7] tum [G] vi- [D7] de- [G] te, [D] Re- [G] gum [Em] an- [Am] ge- [D] lorum
[G] Vini- [D] te [G] ad- [Am] o- [G] remus
[G] vini- [D] te [G] ad- [D7] o- [G] re- [D] mus
[G] vi- [D7] ni- [G] te [D] ad- [A7] o- [D7] re- [G] mus [C+6] , [G] Do- [D7] mi- [G] num
O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant
O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem
Come and behold him, born the king of Angels
O come let us adore him
O come let us adore him
O come let us adore him, Christ, the Lord
Sing, choirs of angels, sing in exultation
sing, all ye citizens of heaven above
glory to God, in the highest
O come let us adore him
O come let us adore him
O come let us adore him, Christ, the Lord
Yea Lord, we greet Thee, born this happy morning
Jesus, to Thee be glory given
Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing
O come let us adore him
O come let us adore him
O come let us adore him, Christ, the Lord
*** probably an old Latin carol. Attributed to St. Bonaventura ***
God [Em] rest ye [B] merry [Em] gentle- [C] men, [G] let [C] nothing [Am7] you dis- [B] may
Remember, Christ our saviour was born on Christmas day
[E7] To [Am] save us [G] all from [Bm] Satan's [Em] power [B7] when [C] we were [Em] gone a- [D] stray
O [G] ti- [C] dings of [Am] com- [B] fort and [Em] joy, [Em] comfort [A7] and [D] joy
O [G] ti- [C] dings of [Am] com- [B] fort and [Em] joy!
From God our heav'nly Father, a blessed angel came
and unto certain shepherds brought tidings of the same,
how that in Bethlehem was born the son of God by name
O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy!
The shepherds at those tidings rejoiced much in their minds
and left their flocks a feeding in tempest storm and wind
and went straightaway to Bethlehem the son of God to find.
O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy!
and when they came to Bethlehem where our dear saviour lay
they found him in a manger where oxen feed on hay
his mother Mary kneeling down, unto the Lord did pray
O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy!
Now to the Lord, sing praises all you within this place
and with true love and brotherhood each other now embrace
This holy tide of Christmas all other doth deface
O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy!
*** At least as old as the 16th cent. An old London tune and carol ***
[G]Good King Wences-[Em]las looked out [C]On the feast of [G]stephen
[G]When the snow lay [Em]round about [C]deep and crisp and [G]even
[G]Brightly shown the [Em]moon that night [C]though the frost was [G]cruel
[G]When a poor man [Em]came in sight [D]Gathering winter [G]fu-el
Additional Verses:
"Hither, page, and stand by me,
If thou know'st it, telling,
Yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain;
Right against the forest fence,
By Saint Agnes' fountain."
"Bring me flesh, and bring me wine,
Bring me pine logs hither:
Thou and I will see him dine,
When we bear them thither."
Page and monarch, forth they went,
Forth they went together;
Thro' the rude wind's wild lament
And the bitter weather.
"Sire, the night is darker now,
And the wind blows stronger;
Fails my heart, I know not how,
I can go no longer."
Mark my footsteps, good my page;
Tread thou in them boldly:
Thou shalt find the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly."
In his master's steps he trod,
Where the snow lay dinted;
Heat was in the very sod
Which the saint had printed.
Therefore, Christian men, be sure,
Wealth or rank possessing,
Ye who now will bless the poor,
Shall yourselves find blessing.
[F] Hark the herald angels [C] sing
"[F] Glory [Bb] to the [F] new [C] born [F] King
[F] Peace on earth and [Dm] mercy [G7] mild
[C] God and sinners re- [G7] con- [C] ciled"
[F] Joyful all ye [C7] na- [F] tions [C] rise_
[F] Join the triumph [C7] of [F] the [C] skies
[Bb] With an- [F] gelic [Gm] host pro- [Gm] claim
"[C7] Christ is [F] born in Beth- [C] le- [F] hem"
[Bb] Hark the herald an- [D7] gels [Gm] sing
"[C7] Glory [F] to the new [C7] born [F] King"
Additional Verses:
Christ, by highest heaven adored; Christ the everlasting Lord;
Late in time behold him come, Offspring of the favored one.
Veiled in flesh, the Godheadd see; hail the incarnate Diety
Pleased as man with men to dwell, Jesus, our Immanuel
Hark the herald angels sing, "Glory to the new born King"
Hail! the heaven-born Prince of Peace. Hail the son of Righteousness
Light and life to all He brings, risen with healing in His wings
Mild He lays His glory by, born that man no more may die
Born to raise the sons of earth, born to five them second birth
Hark the herald angels sing, "Glory to the new born King"
The holly and the ivy,
When they are both full grown,
Of all the trees that are in the wood,
The holly bears the crown.
The rising of the sun
And the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing in the choir.
Additional Verses:
The holly bears the blossom,
As white as the lily flower,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To be our sweet Saviour:
The rising of the sun
And the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing in the choir.
The holly bears a berry,
As red as any blood,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To do poor sinners good:
The rising of the sun
And the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing in the choir.
The holly bears a prickle,
As sharp as any thorn,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
On Christmas day in the morn.
The rising of the sun
And the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing in the choir.
The holly bears a bark,
As bitter as any gall,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
For to redeem us all:
The rising of the sun
And the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing in the choir.
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