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25-03-2009

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Loch Lomond :: Bonnie Bonnie Banks, of Loch Lomond »« traditional

Loch Lomond :: Bonnie Bonnie Banks of »« traditional

By [C]yon bonnie [Am]banks and by [Dm]yon bonnie [G]braes,
Where the [C]sun shines [Am]bright on Loch [F]Lo[G]mond,
Where [F]me and my [C]true love were [Dm]ever wunt to [F]gae,
[G7]On the [C]bonnie, bonnie [F]banks [Em]o' Loch [Dm]Lo[G7][C]mond.
 
Oh, [C]ye'll take the [Am]high road and [Dm]I'll take the [G]low road,
And [C]I'll be in [Am]Scotland a[F]fore [G]ye,
But [F]me and my [C]true love will [Dm]never meet a[F]gain
[G7]On the [C]bonnie, bonnie [F]banks [Em]o' Loch [Dm]Lo[G7][C]mond.
 
'Twas [C]there that we [Am]parted in [Dm]yon shady [G]glen,
On the [C]steep, steep [Am]side o'Ben [F]Lo[G]mon',
Where [F]in purple [C]hue the [Dm]Hieland hills we [F]view,
[G7]An' the [C]moon coming [F]out [Em]in the [Dm]gloa[G7][C]min'.
 
The [C]wee birdies [Am]sing and the [Dm]wild flowers [G]spring,
And in [C]sunshine the [Am]waters are [F]slee[G]pin',
But [F]my broken [C]heart it [Dm]kens nae second [F]spring,
[G7]Tho' the [C]waefu' may [F]cease [Em]frae their [Dm]gree[G7][C]tin'.
 
1. By yon bonnie banks, and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright, on Loch Lomond
Where me and my true love, were ever wont to gae,
On the bonnie bonnie banks, of Loch Lomond
 
Oh ye'll tak' the high road An I'll tak' the low road
And I'll be in scotland afore ye
For me and my true love will never meet
Again on the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond
 
2. We'll meet where we parted, in yon shady glen
On the steep steep side, of Ben Lomond
Where in purple hue, the hie-lands hills we view
And the moon looks out, frae the gloamin
 
3. Still fair is the scene, but ah! how changed
Are the hopes that we fondly cherished
Like a wa-t'ry gleam, like a morning dream
On Cul-lo-dens field, they ha'e per-rished
 
4. The wild flowers spring, and the wee birds sing
And in sun-shine the waters, are sleepin
But the broken heart, a kens nae second spring
And re-sign'd we may be, tho' we're greetin

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24-03-2009

The house of the rising sun »« traditional

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Am   C       D       F
There is a house in New Orleans,
Am    C          E
they call the Rising Sun.
Am      C          D              F
It has been the ruin of many a poor boy
Am      E      Am    E
and God, I know I'm one.
 v
Am     C       D    F
My mother was a tailor,
Am       C        E
she sewed my new blue jeans.
Am     C      D         F
My father was a gambling man,
Am     E    Am          C  D  F  Am  E  Am  E
down in New Orleans .
 
Am     C           D          F
Now the only thing a gambler needs,
Am        C         E
is a suitcase and a drunk.
Am         C      D        F
And the only time he'll be satisfied,
Am        E     Am     C  D  F  Am  E  Am  E
is when he's all drunk.
 
Am        C       D    F
Oh mother, tell your children, .
Am         C          E
not to do what I have done.
Am      C            D    F
Spend your life in sin and misery,
Am           E         Am     C D F Am E Am E
in the house of the Rising Sun.
 
Am          C             D     F
Well, I've got one foot on the platform,
Am         C           E
the other foot on the train.
Am       C       D       F
I'm going back to New Orleans,
Am         E         Am       C D F Am E Am E . E7
to wear that ball and chain.
 
Volgens Alan Lomax [Boek : Our singing country(1941)] zou de melody van "The rising sun" een Engelse ballade zijn waarvan de tekst zou geschreven zijn door Georgia Turner en Bert Martin.
De eerste opname door Blueszanger Texas Alexander dateert van rond 1920.
 
De originele tekst :
 
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun.
It's been the ruin of many a poor girl,
and me, O God, for one.
 
If I had listened what Mamma said,
I'd 'a' been at home today.
Being so young and foolish, poor boy,
let a rambler lead me astray.
 
Go tell my baby sister
never do like I have done
to shun that house in New Orleans
they call the Rising Sun.
 
My mother she's a tailor;
she sold those new blue jeans.
My sweetheart, he's a drunkard, Lord, Lord,
drinks down in New Orleans.
 
The only thing a drunkard needs
is a suitcase and a trunk.
The only time he's satisfied
is when he's on a drunk.
 
Fills his glasses to the brim,
passes them around
only pleasure he gets out of life
is hoboin' from town to town.
 
One foot is on the platform
and the other one on the train.
I'm going back to New Orleans
to wear that ball and chain.
 
Going back to New Orleans,
my race is almost run.
Going back to spend the rest of my days
beneath that Rising Sun.

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23-03-2009

There's a hole in my bucket »« traditional

There's a hole in my bucket dear liza dear liza
There's a hole in my bucket dear liza a hole.

Then mend it dear henry dear henry
Then mend it dear henry mend it.

With what shall i mend it dear liza dear liza
With a straw dear henry dear henry

The straw is too long dear liza dear liza
Then cut it dear henry dear henry

With what shall i cut it dear liza dear liza
With a knife dear henry dear henry

The knife is too blunt dear liza dear liza
Then sharpen it dear henry dear henry

With what shall i sharpen it dear liza dear liza
With a stone dear henry dear henry

The stone is too dry dear liza dear liza
Then wet it dear henry dear henry

With what shall i wet it dear liza dear liza
With some water dear henry dear henry

With what shall i fetch it dear liza dear liza
With a bucket dear henry dear henry

BUT THERE'S A HOLE IN MY BUCKET ....

Hole in my bucket :: engelse versie 2
There's a hole in my bucket

Liza:
Henry! Fetch me some water!

Henry :
There's a hole in the bucket
Dear Liza, dear Liza
There's a hole in the bucket
Dear Liza, a hole.

Liza :
Well, fix it dear Henry,
Dear Henry, dear Henry,
Well, fix it dear Henry,
Dear Henry, fix it

Henry :
With what shall I fix it
Dear Liza, dear Liza
With what shall I fix it
Dear Liza, with what

Liza :
With a straw dear Henry,
Dear Henry, dear Henry,
With a straw dear Henry,
Dear Henry, with straw

Henry :
The straw is too long
Dear Liza, dear Liza
The straw is too long
Dear Liza, too long

Liza :
Well, cut it dear Henry,
Dear Henry, dear Henry,
Well, cut it dear Henry,
Dear Henry, cut it

Henry :
With what shall I cut it
Dear Liza, dear Liza
With what shall I cut it
Dear Liza, with what

Liza :
With an axe dear Henry,
Dear Henry, dear Henry,
With an axe dear Henry,
Dear Henry, an axe

Henry :
The axe is too dull
Dear Liza, dear Liza
The axe is too dull
Dear Liza, too dull

Liza :
Well, sharpen it dear Henry,
Dear Henry, dear Henry,
Well, sharpen it dear Henry,
Dear Henry, sharpen it

Henry :
With what shall I sharpen it
Dear Liza, dear Liza
With what shall I sharpen it
Dear Liza, with what

Liza :
With a stone dear Henry,
Dear Henry, dear Henry,
With a stone dear Henry,
Dear Henry, a stone

Henry :
The stone is too dry
Dear Liza, dear Liza
The stone is too dry
Dear Liza, too dry

Liza :
Well, wet it dear Henry,
Dear Henry, dear Henry,
Well, wet it dear Henry,
Dear Henry, wet it

Henry :
With what shall I wet it
Dear Liza, dear Liza
With what shall I wet it
Dear Liza, with what

Liza :
With water dear Henry,
Dear Henry, dear Henry,
With water dear Henry,
Dear Henry, with water

Henry :
In what shall I fetch it
Dear Liza, dear Liza
In what shall I fetch it
Dear Liza, in what

Liza :
In a bucket dear Henry,
Dear Henry, dear Henry,
In a bucket dear Henry,
Dear Henry, in a bucket

Henry:
There's a hole in the bucket,
Dear Liza, dear Liza
There's a hole in the bucket,
Dear Liza, a hole

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22-03-2009

Skye Boat Song »« traditional

G7   C         Am        G            C                 F          C
Speed bon-nie boat, like a bird on the wing. On - ward the sail - ors cry!_
C            Am            G            C                     F           C
Car-ry  the  lad that is  born to be king.  O  - ver  the sea    to  Skye!
Am                            Dm                     Am
1  Loud the winds howl, Loud the waves roar, thun - der claps rend the air,_
2  Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep, Ocean's  a     royal    bed;
3  Many's the lad    fought on that day,   Well the claymore could     wield
4  Burned are our homes, exile and death   Scat - ter the loyal        men;
Am                       Dm                   Am             G7
1  Baf - fled our foes stand on the shore,  Fol - low  they  will not dare,_
2  Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep      Watch by   your  wea - ry head.
3  When the night came, silently lay Dead   on    Cull  o    den's    field
4  Yet, e'er the sword cool in the sheath,  Char - lie  will  come a - gain

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21-03-2009

Carrickfergus »« traditional

[C]I wish I [D]was [D7]in Carrick[G]fergus,
[Em]Only for [Am]nights [D7]in Bally[G]grant
[C]I would swim [D]over the [D7]deepest [G]ocean,
[Em]Only for [Am]nights [D7]in Bally[G] grant
But the sea is wide and I [B7]cannot cross [D]over
[Em]And neither have I the [Am]wings to [D7]fly
[C]I wish I could  [D]meet [C]a handsome [G]boatman
To ferry me [Am]over, [D7]my love to [G]find [C][G]
[C]But in Kil[D]kenny, [D7]it is [G]reported,
[Em]On marble [Am]stones there [D7]as black as [G]ink
[C]With gold [D]and silver [D7]I would  [G]support her,
[Em]But I'll sing [Am]no more [D7]'till I get a [G]drink.
For I'm drunk today, and I'm [B7]seldom [D]sober,
[Em]A handsome rover [Am]from town to [D7]town,
[C]Ah, but I'm [D]sick now, [C]my days are [G]numbered,
Come all you [Am]young men [D7]and lay me [G]down. [C][G]
of :
[F]I wish I [G]was [G7]in Carrick[C]fergus,
[Am]Only for [Dm]nights [G7]in Bally[C]grant
[F]I would swim [G]over the [G7]deepest [C]ocean,
[Am]Only for [Dm]nights [G7]in Bally[C]grant
But the sea is wide and I [E7]cannot cross [G]over
[Am]And neither have I the [Dm]wings to [G7]fly
[F]I wish I [G]could meet [F]a handsome [C]boatman
To ferry me [Dm]over, [G7]my love to [C]find [F][C]
[F]My childhood [G]days [G7]bring back [C]sad reflections
[Am]Of happy [Dm]times [G7]I spent so long [C]ago,
[F]My boyhood [G]friends and [G7]my own  [C]relations
[Am]Have all [Dm]passed on now [G7]like melting [C]snow.
But I'll spend my days in [E7]endless roa[G]ming,
[Am]Soft is the grass, my [Dm]bed is [G7]free.
[F]Ah, to be [G]back now[F] in Carrick[C]fergus,
On that long [Dm]road [G7]down to the [C]sea. [F][C]
[F]But in Kil[G]kenny, [G7]it is [C]reported,
[Am]On marble [Dm]stones there as black as [C]ink
[F]With gold [G]and silver [G7]I would  [C]support her,
[Am]But I'll sing [Dm]no more [G7]'till I get a [C]drink.
For I'm drunk today, and I'm [E7]seldom [G]sober,
[Am]A handsome rover [Dm]from town to [G7]town,
[F]Ah, but I'm [G]sick now, [F]my days are [C]numbered,
Come all you [Dm]young men [G7]and lay me [C]down. [F][C]
A           E         A       F#m
I wish I was    in Carrickfergus
Bbm      E          A
Only for nights in Ballygrant
D     E               A       F#m
I would swim over the deepest ocean
Bbm     E           A
Only for nights in Ballygrant
F#m                   E
But the sea is wide and I can not cross over
A     D        E
and neader ha-have I the wings to fly
D        E                    A   F#m
i wish i could meet  a handsome boatsman
Bbm   E                  A
To ferry me over to my love to find  2x
A        D   E            A       F#m
but in Kilkenny, it is reported
Bbm      E          A
On marble stone there as black a-a-as ink
D     E               A       F#m
With gold and silver I would support her
Bbm     E           A
But I'll sing no more now,'til I get a drink.
F#m                   E
for I'm drunk today, and I'm seldom sober
A     D        E
A handsome rover from town to town
D        E                    A   F#m
Ah, but I'm sick now, my days are numbered
Bbm   E                  A
come all ye young man and lay me down
of
Carrickfergus
G        Am  D
G    Em
I wish I was in Carrickfergus,
Am    D    C    G
Only for nights in Ballygrant
Am   D            G   Em
I would swim over the deepest ocean,
Am   D    C    G
Only for nights in Ballygrant, *
G                    D
But the sea is wide and I cannot cross over
Em  C         D
And neither have I the wings to fly
Am   D           G
I wish I could meet a handsome boatsman
Em           Am   D    C       G
To ferry me over, my love to find **
My childhood days bring back sad reflections
Of happy times I spent so long ago,
My boyhood friends and 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 Kilkenny, it is reported,
On marble stones there as black as ink
With gold and silver I would support her,
But I'll sing no more 'till I get a drink.
For I'm drunk today, and I'm seldom sober,
A handsome rover from town to town,
Ah, but I'm sick now, my days are numbered,
Come all you young men and lay me down.

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20-03-2009

Mull of Kintyre »« traditional

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19-03-2009

Rosin the Beau »« traditional

[C]I've traveled [C/G]all over this [C]world,[C/G]
[C]And now to [C/G]another I [Am]go.[Am/E]
[C]And I know that good [C/G]quarters are [C]waiting
[F]To [C]welcome old [G]Rosin the [C]Beau
[C]To welcome old Rosin the [F]Beau
[C]To welcome old Rosin the [Am]Beau[Am/E]
[C]And I know that [C/G]good quarters are [C]waiting
[F]To [C]welcome old [G]Rosin the [C]Beau
[C]When I'm dead [C/G]and laid out on the [C]counter[C/G]
[C]A voice you will [C/G]hear from [Am]below,[Am/E]
[C]Saying "Send down [C/G]a hogshead of [C]whisky
[F]To [C]drink with old [G]Rosin the [G]Beau"
[C]To drink with old Rosin the [F]Beau
[C]To drink with old Rosin the [Am]Beau
[C]Saying "Send down a [C/G]hogshead of [C]whisky
[F]To [C]drink with old [G]Rosin the [G]Beau"
[D]Then get a half [D/A]dozen stout [D]fellows[D/A]
[D]And stack them [D/A]all up in a [Bm]row([F#])
[D]Let them drink out [D/A]of half gallon [D]bottles
[G]To [D]the memory of [A]Rosin the [D]Beau[D/A]
[D]To the memory of Rosin the [G]Beau
[D]To the memory of Rosin the [Bm]Beau([F#])
[D]Let them drink out [D/A]of half gallon [D]bottles
[G]To [D]the memory of [A]Rosin the [D]Beau
[D]Then get a half [D/A]dozen stout [D]fellows[D/A]
[D]And let them all [D/A]stagger and [Bm]go([F#])
[D]And dig a great [D/A]hole in the [D]meadow
[G]And [D]in it put [A]Rosin the [D]Beau
[D]And in it put Rosin the [G]Beau
[D]And in it put Rosin the [Bm]Beau([F#])
[D]And dig a great [D/A]hole in the [D]meadow
[G]And [D]in it put [A]Rosin the [D]Beau.
[D]Then get ye a [D/A]couple of [D]bottles.[D/A]
[D]Put one at me [D/A]head and me [Bm]toe.([F#])
[D]With a diamond [D/A]ring scratch [D]upon 'em
[G]The [D]name of old [A]Rosin the [D]Beau.
[D]The name of old Rosin the [G]Beau.
[D]The name of old Rosin the [Bm]Beau.([F#])
[D]With a diamond [D/A]ring scratch [D]upon 'em
[G]The [D]name of old [A]Rosin the [D]Beau.[D/A]of [G][D][A][D]
[D]I feel that old [D/A]tyrant [D]approaching,[D/A]
[D]That cruel [D/A]remorseless old [Bm]foe,
[D]And I lift up me [D/A]glass in his [D]honour.
[G]Take a [D]drink with old [A]Rosin the [D]Beau.
[D]Take a drink with old Rosin the [G]Beau.
[D]Take a drink with old Rosin the [Bm]Beau.([F#])
[D]And I lift up me [D/A]glass in his D[honour.
[G]Take a [D]drink with old [A]Rosin the [D]Beau.[D/A]of [G][D][A][D]
Andere akkoordcombinatie
verse:
C C C C
C Am Dm G7
C C C C
F C G C
chorus:
C C F F
C Am Dm G7
C C C C
F C G7 C

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18-03-2009

Donald where's your trousers »« traditional

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17-03-2009

Coulter's Candy »« traditional

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16-03-2009

The Night Visiting Song »« traditional

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15-03-2009

Botany Bay »« traditional

Akkoorden :: chords :
 
/ G Em / C G / - Em / D - / G Em / C D / Em - / EmD Em /
 
of :: or
 
C  Am F C
C Am D7 G
C Am F C
C Am
E7 Am
 
Farewell to your bricks and mortar, farewell to your dirty lies
Farewell to your gangers and gang planks and to hell with your overtime
The good ship Ragamuffin she's lying at the Quay
For to take oul Pat with his shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay
 
I'm on my way down to the Quay where the ship at anchor lies
To command a gang of navvys that they told me to engage
I thought I'd drop in for a drink before I went away
For to take a trip on an emigrant ship
To the shores of Botany Bay
 
Chorus:
 
The boss came up this morning, he says "well Pat, you know
If you don't get your navvys out, I'm afraid you'll have to go"
So I asked him for my wages and demanded all my pay
For I told him straight, I'm going to emigrate
To the shores of Botany Bay
 
Chorus:
 
And when I reach Australia I'll go and look for gold
There's plenty there for the digging of, or so I have been told
Or else I'll go back to my trade and a hundred bricks I'll lay
Because I live for an eight hour shift
On the shores of Botany Bay
 
Chorus:

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14-03-2009

Star Of The County Down »« traditional

Em G  D  G  Em D	Near to Banbridge town, in the County Down, one morning in July
Em G D G  C D Em	Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen and she smiled as she passed me by
G  Am G  Em D		She looked so neat from her two white feet to the sheen of her nut-brown hair
Em G D Em C D Em	Such a (Sure the)coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself, to make sure I was standing there


CHORUS:
             
G  Am G  Em D		From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town
Em G D Em C D Em	No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen that I met in County Down


Em G  D  G  Em D	As she onward sped, sure I shook my head and I gazed with a feeling quare
Em G  D  G  C  D	EmAnd I said, says I to a passer-by, who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?
G  Am G   Em   D	He smiled at me and with pride says he, that's the gem of Irelands crown
Em G D Em C D Em	She's young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann, she's the star of the County Down 

CHORUS:

Em G  D  G  Em D	She'd a soft brown eye and a look so sly and a smile like the rose in June
Em G  D  G  C  D	And you held each note from her lily-white throat, as she lilted an Irish tune
G  Am G   Em   D	At the pattern dance you were in trance as she tripped through a jig or reel
Em G D Em C D Em	When her eyes she'd roll, she would lift soul as your heart she would likely steal

CHORUS:

Em G  D  G  Em D	At the harvest fair she'll be surely there and I'll dress my Sunday clothes
Em G  D  G  C  D	With my shoes shon bright and my hat cocked right for a smile from the nut-brown Rose
G  Am G   Em   D	No pipe I smoke, no horse I'll yoke, let my plough with the rust turns brown
Em G D Em C D Em	Till a smiling bride  by my own fireside sits the star of the County Down

CHORUS:

of akkoorden :: or :chords

Verse: 
Em/C/G/D/Em/C/D/Em/C/G/D/Em/C/Em/G/Em/C/D/G/Em/D/Em/C/G/D/Em /C/Em

Chorus:
G/Em/C/D/Em/C/D/Em/C/G/D/Em/C/D/Em

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13-03-2009

The road to Dundee

The road to Dundee »« traditional

D G D
Cold winter was howlin' o'er moorland and mountain
G D E7 A7
And wild was the surge of the dark rolling sea
D G D
When I met about daybreak a bonnie young lassie
G D A7 D
Who asked me the road and the miles to Dundee.
 
D G D
Says I, "My young lassie, I canna weel tell ye,
G D E7 A7
The road and the distance I canna weel gie,
D G D
But if you'll permit me to gang a wee bittie,
G D A7 D
I'll show you the road and the miles to Dundee."
 
The lassie consented and gie me her airm
Not a word did I speir wha the lassie micht be
She appeared like an angel in feature and form
As she walked by my side on the road to Dundee.
 
At length wi' the howe o' Strathmartine behind us
The spires o' the toon in full view we could see,
She said, "Gentle sir, I can never forget ye
For showin' me so far on the road to Dundee.
 
This ring and this purse please accept as a token
And surely there's somethin' that ye can gi'e me,
That in years to come I'll the laddie remember
Who showed me the road and the miles to Dundee?"
 
I took the gold pin frae the scarf on my bosom,
And said, "Tak' ye this, in remembrance o' me",
And bravely I kissed the sweet lips o' the lassie
And I pairted frae her on the road to Dundee.
 
So here's tae the lassie; I canna forget her,
And ilka young laddie wha's listenin' to me,
O never be sweir to convey a young lassie,
Though it's only to show her the road to Dundee.

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12-03-2009

Molly Malone Cockles and Mussels

Molly Malone Cockles and Mussels (In Dublins fair city) »« traditional

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11-03-2009

An Irish Lullaby (Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra)

An Irish Lullaby (Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra) Words and music J.R. Shannon »« traditional

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10-03-2009

Dirty old town »« traditional

1.
I met my [C]love, by the gas yard wall
Dreamed a [f]dream, by the old canal
Kissed my girl, by the factory wall
Dirty old [G]town, dirty old [Am]town

I met my [E]love by the gasworks door
Dreamed a [A]dream by the old ca[E]nal.
Kissed my [C#m]boy by the factory [E]wall.
Dirty old [F#m]town, [B7] dirty old [C#m]town.

The moon is shifting behind a cloud,
Cats are crawling all along the beat,
Springs a girl in the streets at night.
Dirty old town, dirty old town.

I heard a whistle coming from the docks
And a train set the night on fire,
Smelled the spring on a smoke-filled air.
Dirty old town, dirty old town.

I'm gonna get me a nice sharp axe,
Shining steel tempered in a fire,
Cut you down like an old dead tree,
Dirty old town, dirty old town.

2.
I found my love by the gasworks croft
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town, dirty old town.

Clouds are drifting across the moon
Cats are prowling on their beat
Spring's a girl in the street 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 in the smokey wind
Dirty old town, dirty old town.

I'm going to make a good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
We'll chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town, dirty old town.

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10-03-2009 om 00:00 geschreven door de makers

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09-03-2009

The foggy dew »« traditional

[akkoorden - chords]
 
Am G C Am
Am G C Am
C G C Am
Am G C Am
 
[of = demo]
 
Em D C D EM
Em D C D EM
G D G D EM
Em D C D EM
 
[of]
 
Bm A Bm G Bm
Bm A Bm G Bm
D A Bm G Bm
Bm A Bm G Bm
 
[of]
 
Dm c Dm Bb Dm
Dm c Dm Bb Dm
F c Dm Bb Dm
Dm c Dm Bb Dm
Am G Am F Am
 
As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I,
Am G Am F Am
There armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by;
C G Am Em Am
No pipe did hum, nor battle drum did sound it's loud tattoo,
Am G Am F Am
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell rang out through the Foggy Dew.
 
Right proudly high o'er Dublin Town they hung out the 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 Huns, with their long range guns, sailed in through the Foggy Dew.
 
O, the night fell black, and the rifles crack made "Perfidious Albion" reel,
'Mid the leaden rain, seven tongues of flame did shine o'er the lines fo steel;
By each shinning blade a prayer was said that to Ireland her sons be true,
And when morning broke still the war flag shook out it's folds in the Foggy Dew.
 
'Twas England bade our Wild Geese go that small nations might be free,
But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves or the fringe of the Great North Sea.
Oh had they died by Pearse's sidew or had fought with Cathal Brugha,
Their names we'd keep where the Fenians sleep, 'neath the shroud of the Foggy Dew
 
But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear,
For those who died the Eastertide in the springtime of the year.
While the world did gaze with deep amaze at those fearless men but few,
Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the Foggy Dew,
 
Back through the glen I rode again, and my heart with grief was sore,
For I parted then with valient men who I never shall see more;
But to and fro in my dreams I go, and I'd kneel and pray for you,
For slavery fled, O glorious dead when you fell in the Foggy Dew.

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08-03-2009

Tom Dooley »« traditional

chorus:
C                                                        G7
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley, hang down your head and cry.
G7                                               F        C
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley, poor boy you're bound to die.

C                                             G7
I met her on the mountain, and there I took her life,
  G7                                   F       C
I met her on the mountain, stabbed her with my knife.

chorus

C                                         G7
Hand me down my banjo, I'll pick it on my knee,
G7                              F      C
This time tomorrow, it'll be no use to me.

chorus

C                                     G7
This time tomorrow, reckon where I'll be?
      G7                                       F     C
If it hadn't a been for Grayson, I'd a been in Tennessee.

chorus

C                                     G7
This time tomorrow, reckon where I'll be?
G7                                           F         C
Down in some lonesome valley, hangin' from a white oak tree.

chorus