SHEEP SHEARING SONG Rosebud in June »« traditional

The wild rover »«  traditional

G C I've been a wild rover for many a year G C D7 G I spent all me money on whiskey and beer G C But now I'm returning with gold in great store G C D7 G And I never will play the wild rover no more   chorus:   D7 G C And it's no nay never, no nay never no more G C D7 G Will I play the wild rover, no never, no more G C I went in to an alehouse I used to frequent G C D7 G And I told the landlady me money was spent G C I asked her for credit, she answered me "Nay!" G C D7 G "Such custom as yours I could have any day!"   chorus   G C I took out of me pocket ten sovereigns bright G C D7 G And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight G C She said: "I have whiskeys and wines on the best! G C D7 G And the words that I told you were only in jest!"   chorus   G C I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done G C D7 G And ask them to pardon their prodigal son G C And when they've caressed me as oftimes before G C D7 G I never will play the wild rover no more.   chorus (x2)

 

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Go lassie - Wild Mountain Thyme »«  traditional

(G) D G D Oh, the summer time is coming, D G D And the trees are blooming, D G D Bm And the wild mountain thyme Em G Grows around the blooming heather.   G D G D Will you go, lassie, will you go? D G D And we'll all go together D G D Bm To pluck wild mountain thyme Em G All around the blooming heather, G D G D Will you go, lassie, go?   (G) D G D I will build my love a bower D G D Near yon pure crystal fountain, D G D Bm and on it I will pile Em G all the flowers of the mountain   (G) D G D If my true love, she were gone D G D I would surely find another D G D Bm were the wild mountain thyme Em G Grows around the blooming heather   OF   Oh[G] the summer[Am] time is com[G]ing, and the[C] tree's are sweetly[G] blooming, And the[C] wild mountain[Em] thyme, grows[C] around the[Am] blooming[C] heather,   Will you[G] go[C] lassie[G] go, and we'll[C] all go to[G]gether, To pluck[C] wild mountain[Em] thyme, all a[C]round the [Am]blooming[C] heather, Will you[G] go[C] lassie[G] go.   I will build my love a tower, by yon crystal fountain, And on it I will pile, all the wild flowers of the mountain,   If my true love she were gone, I would surely find another, Where wild mountain thyme, grows around the blooming heather,   OF   Oh, the summer time is coming, And the trees are blooming, And the wild mountain thyme Grows around the blooming heather.   Will you go, lassie, will you go? And we'll all go together To pull wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather, Will you go, lassie, go?   I will build my love a bower By yon clear and crystal fountain, And all around the bower, I'll pile flowers from the mountain.   If my true love, she won't have me, I will surely find another To pull wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather.   Oh, the summertime is coming And thre trees are blooming And the wild mountain thyme Grows around the blooming heather.   KEY C vers G-F-C C C F F F F C F G C F F C F chorus F C F C C F F C C F G C F F F C F C F C

 

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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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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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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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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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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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Mull of Kintyre  »«  traditional

D G D Mull of Kintyre,oh mist rolling in from the sea G A7 D my desire is always to be here , oh Mull of Kintyre. D D7 Far have I travelled and much have I seen G D dark distant mountains with valleys of green. D7 Past painted deserts the sun sets on fire G A7 D as he carries me home to the Mull of Kintyre. Ref D D7 Sweep trought the heather like deer in the glen G D carry me back to the days I knew then. D7 Nights when we sang like a heavenly choir G A7 D of the life and the times of the Mull of Kintyre. Ref D D7 Smiles in the sunshine and tears in the rain G D still takes me back where my mem´ries remain. D7 Flickering embers (Figurind amber) grow higher then high G A7 D as they carry me back to the Mull of Kintyre. Ref
 

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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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Donald where's your trousers  »«  traditional

I just down from the Isle of Skye I'm no very big but I'm awful shy All the lassies shout as I walk by, "Donald, Where's Your Trousers?" Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low Through the streets in my kilt I go All the lassies cry, "Hello! Donald, where's your trousers?" I went to a fancy ball It was slippery in the hall I was afeared that I may fall Because I nay had on trousers I went down to London town To have a little fun in the underground All the Ladies turned their heads around, saying, "Donald, where's your trousers?" The lassies love me every one But they must catch me if they can You canna put the breeks on a highland man, saying, "Donald, where's your trousers?"

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Coulter's Candy  »«  traditional

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G C G G E D G C G G D G   Ally bally ally bally bee, Sittin on yer mammie's knee, Greetin for a wee bawbee, Tae buy some Coulter's candy.   Sweet   Ally. bally, ally, bally bee, When you grow up you'll go to sea, Makin' pennies for your daddy and me, Tae buy mair Coulter's Candy.   Mammy gie me ma thrifty doon Here's auld Coulter comin' roon Wi' a basket on his croon Selling Coulter's Candy.   Little Annie's greetin' tae Sae whit can puir wee Mammy dae But gie them a penny atween them twae Tae buy mair Coulter's Candy.   Poor wee Jeannie's lookin' affa thin, A rickle o' banes covered ower wi' skin, She'll soon be gettin' a wee double chin Frae sookin' Coulter's Candy.   There's no money for a poor wee soul, Yer daddie's signing on the dole, But there's a penny in the sugar bowl To get your Coulter's Candy.

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The Night Visiting Song  »«  traditional

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[Capodaster : fret 2]   I[D] must[G] away[D] now,I can no longer[A] tar[D]ry, This morning's[G] tem[D]pest,I have to[A] cross, I must be[D] guided,without a[G] stum[D]ble, Into the[G] ar[D]ms I [A]love the[D] most   And when he came to his true love's dwelling, He knelt down gently,upon a stone, And through her window,he whispered lowly Is my true lover within at home.   Wake up,wake up love it is thine own true lover, Wake up,wake up love and let me in, For I am tired love and oh so weary, And more than near drenched to the skin.   She's raised her up,her down soft pillow, She's raised her up,and she's let him in, And they were locked in,each other's arms, Untill that long night was past and gone.   And when that long night was pased and overm And when the small clouds,began to grow, He's taken her hand amd they kissed ands parted, Then he saddled and mounted,and away did go.   [Herhaal 1ste.vers | Repeat first verse]  

 

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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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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


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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 

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

G Em Am In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty G E7 A7 D7 I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone G Em D7 She wheeled a wheelbarrow, through streets broad and narrow G D- Am Em D G Crying: Cockles and Mussels, Alive, Alive O   Chorus:   G Em Alive, alive O Am D7 Alive, alive O G D- Crying, cockles and Mussels Am Em D7 G Alive, alive O   She was a fishmonger, and sure twas no wonder For so were her Father and Mother before And they all wheeled their barrows, Through streets broad and narrow Crying: Cockles and Mussels, Alive, alive O   (chorus)   She died of a faver, and no one to grieve her And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone Now her ghost wheels her barrow Through streets broad and narrow Crying: Cockles and Mussels, alive, alive O   (chorus)   of doorlopend [Gebruikt in demo] :   |G |Em |Am |D | |G |Em |C |D | |G |Em |Am |D | |G |Em |Am D |G |

 

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

Akkoorden (key=C)   C F C C F G7 C F C C F G7   Over in Killarney Many years ago, Me Mither sang a song to me In tones so sweet and low. Just a simple little ditty, In her good ould Irish way, And l'd give the world if she could sing That song to me this day.   Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don't you cry! Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, that's an Irish lullaby.   Oft in dreams I wander To that cot again, I feel her arms a-huggin' me As when she held me then. And I hear her voice a -hummin' To me as in days of yore, When she used to rock me fast asleep Outside the cabin door.

 

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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 OF 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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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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