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After The GoldrushNeil Young

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G D Well, I dreamed I saw the knights GIn armor coming, D GSaying something about a queen. DThere were peasants singing and ADrummers drumming G AAnd the archer split the tree. BmThere was a fanfare blowing CTo the sun G CThat was floating on the breeze. D ALook at Mother Nature on the run C GIn the nineteen seventies. D ALook at Mother Nature on the run C GIn the nineteen seventies. [ Tab from: http://www.guitaretab.com/n/neil-young/270510.html ]G D GI was lying in a burned out basement D GWith the full moon in my eyes. D AI was hoping for replacement G AWhen the sun burst thru the sky. Bm CThere was a band playing in my head G CAnd I felt like getting high. D I was thinking about what a A Friend had said C GI was hoping it was a lie. DThinking about what a A

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Friend had said C GI was hoping it was a lie.

G D Well, I dreamed I saw the silver GSpace ships flying D GIn the yellow haze of the sun, DThere were children crying AAnd colors flying G AAll around the chosen ones. Bm CAll in a dream, all in a dream G CThe loading had begun. DThey were flying Mother Nature's A C GSilver seed to a new home in the sun. DFlying Mother Nature's A CSilver seed to a new home.

THE AULD TRIANGLE

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GA hungry feelingGCame o'er me stealing C EmAnd the mice were squeeling Am CIn my prison cell GAnd that auld triangle went jingle-jangle C Em D GAll along the banks of the Royal Canal

Oh! To start the morningThe warden bawling"Get up out of bed, you! And Clean out your cell!"And that auld triangle went jingle-jangleAll along the banks of the Royal Canal

Oh! the screw was peepingAnd the loike was sleepingAs he lay weepingFor his girl SalAnd that auld triangle went jingle-jangleAll along the banks of the Royal Canal

On a fine Spring eveningThe loike lay dreamingAnd the sea-gulls were wheelingHigh above the wallAnd that auld triangle went jingle-jangleAll along the banks of the Royal Canal

Oh! the wind was sighingAnd the day was dyingAs the loike lay cryingIn his prison cellAnd that auld triangle went jingle-bloody-jangleAll along the banks of the Royal Canal

In the women's prisonThere are seventy womenAnd I wish it was with themThat I did dwellThen that auld triangle could go jingle-jangle

1 All along the banks of the Royal Canal

2 BARRET'S PRIVATEERS

Oh, the year was 1778, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW!A letter of marque came from the king,To the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen,

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 God damn them all!I was told we'd cruise the seas for American goldWe'd fire no guns-shed no tearsNow I'm a broken man on a Halifax pierThe last of Barrett's Privateers. Oh, Elcid Barrett cried the town, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW!For twenty brave men all fishermen whowould make for him the Antelope's crew God damn them all!I was told we'd cruise the seas for American goldWe'd fire no guns-shed no tearsNow I'm a broken man on a Halifax pierThe last of Barrett's Privateers. The Antelope sloop was a sickening sight,HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW!She'd a list to the port and and her sails in ragsAnd the cook in scuppers with the staggers and the jags God damn them all!I was told we'd cruise the seas for American goldWe'd fire no guns-shed no tearsNow I'm a broken man on a Halifax pierThe last of Barrett's Privateers. On the King's birthday we put to sea, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW!We were 91 days to Montego BayPumping like madmen all the way God damn them all!I was told we'd cruise the seas for American goldWe'd fire no guns-shed no tearsNow I'm a broken man on a Halifax pierThe last of Barrett's Privateers. On the 96th day we sailed again, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW!When a bloody great Yankee hove in sightWith our cracked four pounders we made to fight God damn them all!I was told we'd cruise the seas for American goldWe'd fire no guns-shed no tearsNow I'm a broken man on a Halifax pierThe last of Barrett's Privateers. The Yankee lay low down with gold, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW!She was broad and fat and loose in the staysBut to catch her took the Antelope two whole days God damn them all!I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold

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We'd fire no guns-shed no tearsNow I'm a broken man on a Halifax pierThe last of Barrett's Privateers. Then at length we stood two cables away, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW!Our cracked four pounders made an awful dinBut with one fat ball the Yank stove us in God damn them all!I was told we'd cruise the seas for American goldWe'd fire no guns-shed no tearsNow I'm a broken man on a Halifax pierThe last of Barrett's Privateers. The Antelope shook and pitched on her side, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW!Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggsAnd the Maintruck carried off both me legs God damn them all!I was told we'd cruise the seas for American goldWe'd fire no guns-shed no tearsNow I'm a broken man on a Halifax pierThe last of Barrett's Privateers. So here I lay in my 23rd year, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW!It's been 6 years since we sailed awayAnd I just made Halifax yesterday God damn them all!I was told we'd cruise the seas for American goldWe'd fire no guns-shed no tearsNow I'm a broken man on a Halifax pierThe last of Barrett's Privateers.

Black Velvet Band G DIn a neat little town they call Belfast apprenticed to trade I was bound G Em C D GAnd many an hour of sweet happiness I spent in that neat little town G DTill bad misfortune came over me and caused me to stray from the land G Em C D GFar away from me friends and relations me followed the Black Velvet Band

GHer eyes they shown like the diamonds DYou'd think she was queen of the land G EmAnd her hair hung over her shoulder C D GTied up with a Black Velvet Band

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G DWell I went out strolling one evening not meaning to go very far G Em C D GWhen I met with a fickle-some damsel she was plying her trade in a bar G DWhen a watch she took from a cutomer and slipped it right into me hand G Em C D GAnd the law it came and arrested me bad luck to your Black Velvet Band

G DThis mornin' before judge and jury a trial I had to appear G Em C D GAnd the judge he says "me young fellow" the case against you is quite clear G DAnd seven long years is your sentence you're going to Van Daemons Land G Em C D GFar away from your friends and relations and follow the Black Velvet Band

G GSo come all ye jolly young fellows I'll have you take warnin' from me G Em C D GWhenever you're into the liquor me lads beware of the pretty colleen G DFor they'll fill you with whiskey and porter till you are not able to stand G Em C D GAnd the very next thing that you know me lads you've landed in Van Daemon's Land

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Blowin in the Wind-(Bob Dylan)OPTIONAL: Capo behind 7th fret

C D G C The answer my friend, is blowin in the wind.

D GThe answer is blowin in the wind.

VERSES:1:

G C D G C DHow many roads must a man walk down, before you call him a man?

G C D G C DHow many seas must a white dove sail, before she sleeps in the sand?

G C D G C How many times must the cannonballs fly, before they're forever

Dbanned?2:

G C D G C DHow many years can a mountain exist, before it is washed to the sea?

G C D G C How many years can some people exist, before they're allowed to be

Dfree?

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G C D G C How many times can a man turn his head, and pretend that he just

Ddoesn't see?3:

G C D G C DHow many times must a man look up, before he can see the sky?

G C D G C DHow many ears must one man have, before he can hear people cry?

G C D G C How many deaths will it take 'till he knows, that too many people have

Ddied?

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The Bonny Bunch of Roses

EmBy the margin of the ocean,EmOne pleasant evening in the month of June,EmWhen all those feathered songstersEmTheir pleasant notes did sweetly tune, G Am'Twas there I spied a female C EmWho seemed to be in grief or woe, G AmConversing with young Bonaparte C EmConcerning the Bonnie Bunch of Roses-O.

Then up spake young NapoleonAnd took his mother by the hand,Saying, "Mother dear, be patientUntil I'm able to take command.I'll build a mighty armyAnd through tremendous danger go.And I never will return againTill I've conquered the Bonnie Bunch of Roses-O.

"When first you saw great Bonaparte,You knelt upon your bended kneeAnd asked your father's life of himAnd he granted it most mournfully.'Twas then he took his armyAnd o'er the frozen Alps did go;Saying, "I never will return againUntil I've conquered the Bonnie Bunch of Roses-O.

"He took ten hundred thousand menAnd kings likewise for to bear his train.He was so well provided forThat he could sweep the world for gain.But when he came to Moscow

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He was o'erpowered by sleet and snowAnd with Moscow all a-blazing,He lost the Bonnie Bunch of Roses-O."

"O, son, be not too venturesome,For England has a heart of oak,And England, Ireland, and Scotland,Their unity has never been broke.Remember your dear father;In Saint Helena his body it lies low,And if ever you follow after,Beware of the Bonnie Bunch of Roses-O."

"O mother, dearest mother,Now I lie on my dying bed.If I lived I might have been clever,But now I rest my youthful head.And when our bones lie moulderingAnd weeping willows o'er us do grow,The deeds of brave NapoleonShall conquer the Bonnie Bunch of Roses-O."

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Bonny Black Hare - Fairport Convention

Am C G AmAt the fourteenth of may at the dawn of the day C F AmWith the gun on me shoulder to the woods I did stray C F AmIn search of some game if the weather grew fair C G Am To see could I get a shot at the bonny black hare

Well, I met a young girl there with a face as a roseAnd her skin was as fair as the lilys at closeI says me fair maiden why ramble you soCan you tell me where the bonny black hare is to go

Oh, the answer she gave me her answer was noBut it sound to me (aprin*) they say you to goAnd if you not decieve me I bow and declareWe both go together to hunt the bonny black hair

Well, the lady-girl's down with her face to the skyAnd I took out me ramrod and me bullets likewiseI said lock your legs around me and begin with your heelsFor the closer we get, oh, the better it feels

And the birds they were singing in the bushes and treesAnd the song that they sang was obvious easy to pleaseAnd I felt a heart quiver and I knew what I'd doneSince I had you have enough of me old sporting gun

Well, the answer she gave me, her answer was nayIt's enough that young sportsmen like you comes this wayAnd if your powder is willing and your bullets fly fairWhy don't you keep firing at the bonny black hair

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Well, me powder is wasted and me bullets all goneMe ramrod is limb and I cannot fire onBut I'll be back in the morning and if you are still hereWe'll both go together again to hunt the bonny black hare

Country Roads - John Denver *

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A F#mAlmost heaven, West Virginia,E D ABlue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River. F#mLife is old there, older than the trees,E D AYounger than the mountains, growin' like a breeze.

A ECountry roads, take me home, F#m DTo the place I belong: A EWest Virginia, mountain momma, D ATake me home, country roads.

A F#mAll my mem'ries, gather 'round her, E D AMiner's lady, stranger to blue water. F#mDark and dusty, painted on the sky, E D AMisty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye.

A ECountry roads, take me home, F#m DTo the place I belong: A EWest Virginia, mountain momma, D ATake me home, country roads.

F#m E A I hear her voice, in the mornin' hours she calls me, D A EThe radio reminds me of my home far away. F#m GAnd drivin' down the road, D A EI get a feelin' that I should have been home yesterday, E7yesterday.

A ECountry roads, take me home,

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F#m DTo the place I belong: A EWest Virginia, mountain momma, D Atake me home, country roads.

A ECountry roads, take me home, F#m DTo the place I belong: A EWest Virginia, mountain momma, D Atake me home, country roads.

E ATake me home, country roads. E ATake me home, down country roads.

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The Cremation of Sam McGeeThere are strange things done in the midnight sun      By the men who moil for gold;The Arctic trails have their secret tales      That would make your blood run cold;The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,      But the queerest they ever did seeWas that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge      I cremated Sam McGee.

Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows.He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;Though he'd often say in his homely way that "he'd sooner live in hell."

On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail.Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail.If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn't see;It wasn't much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.

And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead were dancing heel and toe,He turned to me, and "Cap," says he, "I'll cash in this trip, I guess;And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request."

Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no; then he says with a sort of moan:"It's the cursèd cold, and it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean through to the bone.Yet 'tain't being dead—it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains."

A pal's last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail;And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale.He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.

There wasn't a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven,With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid, because of a promise given;It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say: "You may tax your brawn and brains,But you promised true, and it's up to you to cremate those last remains."

Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load.In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring,Howled out their woes to the homeless snows— O God! how I loathed the thing.

And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow;And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low;The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in;

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And I'd often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin.

Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay;It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the "Alice May."And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum;Then "Here," said I, with a sudden cry, "is my cre-ma-tor-eum."

Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;The flames just soared, and the furnace roared—such a blaze you seldom see;And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.

Then I made a hike, for I didn't like to hear him sizzle so;And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow.It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don't know why;And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.

I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear;But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near;I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: "I'll just take a peep inside.I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked"; ... then the door I opened wide.

And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: "Please close that door.It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm—Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm."

There are strange things done in the midnight sun      By the men who moil for gold;The Arctic trails have their secret tales      That would make your blood run cold;The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,      But the queerest they ever did seeWas that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge      I cremated Sam McGee.

Danny Boy

C Cmaj7 C7 F Fm Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling C Am D7 G From glen to glen and down the mountain side C Cmaj7 C7 F FmThe summer's gone and all the roses dying C Am Dm G C'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide

G Am G/B C F CBut come ye back when summer's in the meadowG Am G/B Am F C D GOr when the valley's hushed and white with snow

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C C/E F C Em/B Am FmAnd I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow C Dm G COh Danny boy, oh Danny boy I love you so

C Cmaj7 C7 F FmBut if he come and all the roses dying C G/B Am Am/G D/F# GAnd I am dead, as dead I well may be C Cmaj7 C7 F FmYou'll come and find the place where I am lying C Am F G CAnd kneel and say an Ave there for me

G Am G/B C F CAnd I shall feel, though soft you tread above meG Am B/G Am Am/G F C/E D/F# G And then my grave will richer, sweeter be C C/E F C Em/B Am G#For you will bend and tell me that you love me C Am Dm G CAnd I shall rest in peace until you come to meC Am F G C (Oh Danny boy I love) you so

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Death Valley QueenG D G CDeath valley queen where have you been G Em Since they crowned you in glory G D Filled your head with dreams G D G But it still goes to show in every desert C G D G There's a rose that's blooming for all to be seen D G I remember you well from that town C G Em You did dwell with the face of an angel G D In a dump hot as hell G DWhen I asked for a kiss G C You kindly dismissed G D GSo i lead my poor heart to the slaughter D G C DTell me dear what did you fear G C D I'd do you no wrong though no stranger to sinG C G C So death valley queen go marry your king G D G Or an old maid you'll end up for certain

Off I did set on my trail of regret Where I thought of you now in your castle and crown So I found me a whore with a face just like yours After several gallons of porter When I awoke, she had scarpered I was broke Laying cold in the bed with a whale for a head So death valley queen go marry your king Or an old maid you'll end up for certain

D G C G DThen the ball dropped why everything fell by the way

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D G C DAs your teardrops were falling I forgot to say G D GThat I have always loved you G C G Yeah I have always loved you G D G CYeah I GYeah I C I have always loved you

When I returned downtrodden and burned There were billy goats grazing Where once you'd be found So I hung out to dry On this limb for a lie Take me back for I'm cursed on the mainland Tell me dear what did you fear I'd do you no wrong though no stranger to sin So death valley queen go marry your king Or an old maid you'll end up for certain I said death valley queen go marry your king And a-roving I'll end up for certain

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The Dirty Glass - Dropkick Murphys

Verse 1:(play intro riff through verse)D G DMurphy, Murphy, darling dear, G D A (Asus-A)I long for you now night and day D G DYour pain was my pleasure, your sorrow my joy G D A DI feel now I've lost you to health and good cheer

D,G D,A D,G,A,D x2

Verse 2:G D ADarcy, when I met you I was five years too young D G A DA boy beyond his age, or so I'd tell someoneBm G Anyone who'd listen and a few who couldn't care D G A DStill I welcomed you with open arms, my love I did share

Chorus: D GDarcy, Darcy darling dear, D AYou left me dying, crying there D G In whiskey, gin, and pints of beer A DI fell for you my darling dear

Mandolin Lead x1

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Verse 3:G D AYou shut me off and you showed me the door D G A DBut you always came crawling back begging me for moreBm GI showed you kindness, a stool, and a tab D G A DThen you poured me my pain in a dirty glass G D A(Yeah, you left him bloody, battered, penniless, and poor) D G A DYou know, I often stopped and wondered how you made it through my door Bm GWith my brother's new non-duplicate registry ID D G A DWell you bit off more than you could chew the first day you met me

Chorus x1

Mandolin Lead x1

Verse 4: G D AYou weren't the first to court me mister you won't be the last D G A DOh, sure I wasn't honey, I know all about your pastBm GListen to the big shot with his pager on call D G A DYou spent most of those nights in my bathroom stall G D A(Yeah, you got him high, but you left him low)D G A DMind you own business, boy, how was I to know Bm GThat he was just a fiend and a no-good cheat D G A DWell it's all in the past **** 'cause now I've got it beat

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Down By the River to PrayCHORUS: E A EAs I went in the river to prayB7 E AStudying about that good old wayB7 E AAnd who shall wear, the starry crownB7 A EGood lord, show me the way

CHANGE WORD IN FIRST LINE EACH TIME SINGING A CHORUS AFTER B7 E A E O sisters/brothers/fathers/mothers/sinners let's go down A E Let's go down, come on down B7 E A E O sisters let's go down, A E Down in the river to pray

The Drowned LoversIt's easier with a capo at the 3rd fret, using the chords D, G and A.D GWillie sits in his stable door, D G Dand he's combing his coal black steed. 

GHe's doubting on fair Margaret's love, D A Dand his heart begins to bleed. D G"Give corn unto my horse, mother, D Aand meat to my man, john, D GAnd I'll away to fair Margaret's bower D G A Dbefore the night comes on." 

"Stay at home with me, dear Willie, oh stay at home with me, And the very best cock in all the roost 

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your own supper will be." "For all your cocks and all your roosts, I value not a pin, And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower before the night comes in." 

"Well if you go to fair Margaret's bower without the leave of me. In the deepest part of the Clyde water, then drowned you will be." "Oh, the good steed that I ride upon, cost me thrice thirty pounds, And I'll put trust in his swift feet to take me safe and sound." 

He's ridden o'er yon high, high hill, and down yon dowey den, And the rushin' in of the Clyde water would fear five hundred men. "Oh, roaring Clyde, you roar so loud. your steams are wondrous stong, Make me a wreck as I come back, but spare me as I'm gone." 

When he's got to fair Margaret's bower, he's turled low on the pin. "Rise up, rise up me May Margaret, rise up and let me in." "Oh who is this at me bower door callin' May Margaret's name?" "Oh it's only your first love, little William this night come to her home. Open your gates this night, oh open and let me in, For my boots are full of the Clyde and I'm frozen to the skin." "My barns are full of corn, Willie, and my stable's full of hay, My bower's full of gentlemen and they won't remove 'till day." 

"Fare thee well to you May Margaret, fare thee well and adieu. For I have earned my mother's own curse by coming this night to you." He's ridden o'er yon high, high hill, and down yon dowey den, And the rushing in of the Clyde water took Willie's hat from him. 

He's leaned him over his saddle bow to catch his hat again, And the rushing in of the Clyde water took Willie's cane from him. He's leaned him over his saddle bow 

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to catch his cane by force, And the rushing in of the Clyde water took Willie from his horse. 

The very hour this young man sank into the part so deep, Up and awoke Miss May Margaret out from her dreary sleep. "Come here, come here, me mother dear, and read to me my dream, I dreamt my love was at our gate and no one let him in." 

"Lie there, lie there, me May Margaret, lie there and take your rest, For since your love was at our gate it's but two quarters past." Nimbly, nimbly rose she up unto the water's brim, And the louder that this young girl cried, the louder grew the wind. 

The very first step that she went in, she's up into her feet, And it's "Oh and alas!" this young girl cried, "Your water's wondrous deep." Oh the very next step that she went in, she's up unto her knees, Cried she, "I would go farther in, If I my true lover could see." 

The very next step that she went in, she's up unto her chin, In the deepest part of the Clyde water, she's found sweet William in. Saying, "You have had a cruel mother Willie, and I have had another, And now we'll sleep in the Clyde water like sister and like brother."Émile Bertrand by The United Steel Workers of MontrealIntro:C F (x 4)

C FDirty boats and filthy ropes.C FSore backs from crooked jacks.C FStraw boss and Irish moss.Am GKerosene and coal.

C FSlinging hash and counting cash.

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C FCoffee stains and neck strains.C FManager smiles at broken tilesAm Gon the greasy old floors.

Bridge:Am F C GAm F GAm F C GAm F C

Slow pokes and tow ropes.Sailors knots and widows plots.We hear the yell of the the steeple bell,Of St. Cunégonde.

Cads’ hands and frying pans.Cash in, clear the bin.Mopping floors and closing doors.I’m on my way home to you.

Chorus:Am F C GBut dreaming just comes easyAm F GWhen the work is too hard to bear.Am F C GBut staring in your eyes dear,Am F Cbelieving our dreams can be here.

Bridge:C FC FC FAm G

We meet at night, ‘neath the dirty light.Filthy jeans with worn out seamsLunch box is out of hock.Will we drink the night away?

Extra verse...Change your shoes, this afternoonYou fixed your hair because you careLipstick will do the trickWill we dance until the dawn?

Chorus

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It’s near to four, they locked the door.Descend the stairs, the dreams we share.The neon lights are outta sightAs we walk hand in hand home.

The Fields Of Athenry G C G D By the lonely prison wall, i heard a young girl cal-lingG C DMicheal they have taken you awayG C G DFor you stole trevelins corn so the young might see the mornD G A prison ship lies waiting in the bay

Chorus G C G Em Low Lie The fields of athenry G D where once we watched the small free birds flyG C our love was the wing G DWe had dreams and songs to singD Dsus Gand so lonely round the fields of athenry

Verse 2

By the lonely prison wall, i heard a young man cal-lingNothing matters mary when your freeagainst the famine and the crown, i fought they cut me downnow you must raise our child with dignity

Chorus

Verse 3By the lonely harbor wall, she watched the last star fa-llas the prison ship sailed out against the skyfor she lived to hope and pray for her love in botany bayand it's so lonely round the fields of athenryChorus x 2

Fogarty's Cove by Stan Rogers C FWe just lost sight of the Queen's Port light

C FRound the Bay behind us - and the

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Am F Wind has blown some cold today

F GWith just a wee touch of snow.

C F Along the shore near Lazyhead

C F Hard a-beem half island

Am F Tonight we'll let the anchor go

G CDown in Fogarty's Cove.

Chorus:

Am G She will walk the sandy shores so plain

Dm C Watch the combers roll in

F Am'Til I come to Wild Rose Chance again

G C Down in Fogarty's Cove

Verse:My Sal is like a raven's wingHair is like her mother'sWith hands that make quick work of a choreAnd eyes like the top of a stoveCome supper time she'll walk the beachWrapped in my old duffleWith her eyes upon the mast head reachdown in Fogarty's cove

She cries when I'm away to seaNags me when I'm with herShe'd rather I'd a government jobOr maybe go on the doleBut I love her wave as I put aboutAnd nose into the channelMy Sally keeps a supper and a bed for me

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Down in Fogarty's cove.

Forty-Five Years          GWhere the Earth show it bones of wind broken stone

         D/F#and the sea and the sky are one

     Am                      CI'm caught out of time, my blood sings with wine

          D/F#and I'm running naked in the sun

         GThere's God in the trees, I'm weak in the knees

        D/F#and the sky is a painful blue

     Am                       C          D/F#     GI'd like to look around, but Honey all I see is you.

CHORUS

Intro to chorus is G-C-G-D/F#

       C                                           G       C         GAnd I just want to hold you closer than I've ever held anyone before

               C                             GYou say you've been twice a wife and you're through with life

       Am             Am/G        D/F#Ah but Honey what the hell's it for

        C                                               GAfter twenty-three years you'ld think I could find a way

            C           Gto let you know somehow

        Am                Am/G       D/F#                GThat I want to see your smiling face forty five years from now.

      GThe summer city lights will soften the night

          D'Til you'd think that the air is clear

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         Am                           CAnd I'm sitting with friends where forty-five cents

      DWill buy another glass of beer

            GHe's got something to say, but I'm so far away

         DThat I don't know who I'm talking to

         Am                             C             D      G'Cause you just walked in the door, and Honey, All I see is you.To Chorus

       GSo alone in the lights on stage every night

             D/F#I've been reaching out to find a friend

      Am                  CWho knows all the words, sings so she's heard

     D/F#And knows how all the stories end

       GMaybe after the show she'1l ask me to go

      D/F#Home with her for a drink or two

         Am                         C            D/F#   GNow her smile lights her eyes, but Honey, all I see is you.

Fount of Every BlessingTuning: Standard CAPO IV

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Intro Riff: G D C G

G DCome, thou Fount of every blessing, C G tune my heart to sing thy grace; G D streams of mercy, never ceasing, C G call for songs of loudest praise. G Em Teach me some melodious sonnet, C G sung by flaming tongues above. G D Praise the mount! I'm fixed upon it, C G mount of thy unchanging love.

Here I raise mine Ebenezer; hither by thy help I'm come; and I hope, by thy good pleasure, safely to arrive at home. Jesus sought me when a stranger, wandering from the fold of God; he, to rescue me from danger, interposed his precious blood.

O to grace how great a debtor daily I'm constrained to be! Let thy goodness, like a fetter, bind my wandering heart to thee. Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, prone to leave the God I love; here's my heart, O take and seal it, seal it for thy courts above.

Come, thou Fount of every blessing, tune my heart to sing thy grace; streams of mercy, never ceasing, call for songs of loudest praise. Teach me some melodious sonnet, sung by flaming tongues above. Praise the mount! I'm fixed upon it, mount of thy unchanging love.

GALWAY GIRL Well I (D)took a strool on the old long walk,

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Of a day I-ay I-(G)ayI (Bm)met a little (A)girl and we (G)stopped to (D)talk, Of a fine soft (A)day I (D)ay-I ay

And I (G)ask you (D)friend What’s a (G)fella to (D)doBecause her (Bm)hair was (A)black and her (G)eyes were (D)blue, And I (G)knew right (D)then I’d be (G)taking a (D)whirlRound the (Bm)Salthill (A)prom with a (G)Galway (D)girl

D-D-D-D-G-G-G-D G-D-G-D-A-A-A-D

We were (D)half way there when the rain came down, Of a day I ay I (G)ayAnd she (Bm)took me (A)up to her (G)flat down(D)town, On a fine soft (A)day I (D)ay-I ay,

And I (G)ask you (D)friend What’s a (G)fella to (D)doBecause her (Bm)hair was (A)black and her (G)eyes were (D)blue, So I (G)took her (D)hand And I (G)gave her a (D)twirlAnd then I (Bm)lost my (A)heart to a (G)Galway (D)girl

DWhen I (D)woke up I was all alone,D-D-G-GWith a (Bm)broken (A)heart and a (G)ticket (D)home, D-G-D-D

And I (G)ask you (D)friendOh (G)what would you to d(D)o, If her (Bm)hair was (A)black and her (G)eyes were (D)blue, See I've (G)travelled a(D)round I've been (G)all over this (D)world, - boysAnd (Bm)never seen (A)nothing like a (G)Galway (D)girl

Tin Whistle ABC Letter NotesD E F# E D D E F# E D D E F# F# G A B G G F# E E D F# F# F# E E E D E F# E D D D' D' D' A B F# F# F# E E D E F# F# F# E E E D D D' D' D' A B

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 F# F# F# E E  D E F# F# F# E F# E D D

The Gambler

G C GOn a warm summer's evenin' on a train bound for nowhere, C G C DI met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep. G C GSo we took turns a starin' out the window at the darkness C G D G'til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.

G C GHe said, "Son, I've made a life out of readin' people's faces, C G C Dand knowin' what their cards were by the way they held their eyes. G C GAnd if you don't mind my sayin', I can see you're out of aces. C G D GFor a taste of your whiskey I'll give you some advice."

G C GSo I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow. C G C DThen he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light. G C GAnd the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression. C G D GSaid, "If you're gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.

CHORUS: G C GYou got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em,C G C Dknow when to walk away and know when to run. G C GYou never count your money when you're sittin' at the table. C G D GThere'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done.

D C GEv'ry gambler knows that the secret to survivin' C G C Dis knowin' what to throw away and knowing what to keep. G C G'Cause ev'ry hand's a winner and ev'ry hand's a loser, C G D G

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and the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep."

G C GAnd when he'd finished speakin', he turned back towards the window,C G C Dcrushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep. G C GAnd somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even. C G D GBut in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.

Heart of GoldEm C D G during harmonica solo

then repeat intro one more time before going to the verse:

Verse:

Em C D GI wanna live, I Wanna give.Em C D GI've been a miner for a heart of gold.Em C D GIt's these expressions, I never give.Em GThat keep me searchin' for a heart of gold.C Cmaj7 GAnd i'm gettin' old.Em GThat keep me searchin' for a heart of gold.C Cmaj7 GAnd i'm gettin' old.

Back to:Em C D G during harmonica solothen repeat the intro once with the lick then go to second verse.

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Verse 2:

Em C D GI've been to hollywood, I've been to redwood.Em C D GI've crossed the ocean for a heart of gold.Em C D GI've been in my mind, its such a fine line.Em GThat keep me searchin' for a heart of gold.C Cmaj7 GAnd i'm gettin' old.Em GThat keep me searchin' for a heart of gold.C Cmaj7 GAnd i'm gettin' old.

Em7 D EKeep me searchin' for a heart of gold.Em7 D EYou Keep me searchin' for a heart of gold.Em7 D EYou keep my searchin' and i'm growing old.Em7 GI've been a miner for a heart of gold.

C Cmaj7 G

Helpless

D A GThere is a town in north Ontario,D A GWith dream comfort memory to spare,D A Gand in my mind I still need a place to go,D A GAll my changes were there,[ Tab fromBlue, blue windows behind the stars,Yellow moon on the rise,Big birds flying across the sky,Throwing shadows on our eyes.

Helpless, helpless, hel helplessBaby can you hear me now?The chains are locked and tied across the door,Baby, sing with me some how.

Chorus

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D A GHelpless, helpless, hel helpless 3x

HOME FOR A REST You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my bestI've been gone for a monthI've been drunk since I leftThese so called vacationsWill soon be my deathI'm so sick from the drinkI need home for a rest (Strumming)Am        G         C           FWe arrived in December and London was coldC         GWe stayed in the barsFAlong Charing Cross RoadAm        G        C        FWe never saw nothin' but brass taps and oakC            GKept the shine on the barF            GWith the sleeves of our coats Chorus:G                C    GYou'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best

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C        FI've been gone for a weekGI've been drunk since I leftG                 C        GThese so called vacations, Will soon be my deathC            FI'm so sick from the drink    G         C        I need home for a rest  Solo/Transition:Am F G (2 times)Am G F G (2 times)E Euston Station the train journey NorthIn the buffet car we lurched back and forthPast old crooked dikes through Yorkshire's green fieldsWe were flung into dance as the train jigged and reeled CHORUS By the light of the moon, she'd drift through the streetsHer rare old perfume, so seductive and sweetShe'd tease us and flirt, as the pubs all closed downThen walk us on home and deny us a round CHORUS The gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tombThe spirits we drank, now ghosts in the roomI'm knackered again, come on sleep take me soonAnd don't lift up my head 'till the the twelve bells at noon 

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If I Ever Leave This World Alive – Flogging MollyIntro: D

D If I ever leave this world alive, G DI'll thank ya' for things you did in my life.

If I ever leave this world alive,G DI'll come back down and sit beside your feet tonight. AWherever I am, you'll always be. Bm G More than just a memory. D A DIf I ever leave this world alive.

DIf I ever leave this world alive,G DI'll take on all the sadness, that I left behind.

If I ever leave this world alive,G DThe madness that you feel will soon subside. A So in a word, don't shed a tear. Bm GI'll be here when it all gets weird. D A D A If I ever leave this world alive.

B

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So when in doubt, just call my name Just before you go insane

D A If I ever leave this world Bm GHey, I may never leave this world D A D A But if I ever leave this world alive...she says DI'm okay, I'm alright Bm GThough you have gone from my life DYou said that it would, ANow everything should, D A Be alright DShe says, I'm okay!

I'm alright! Bm GThough you have gone from my life. DYou said that it would, ANow everything should, D Be alright.A DYeah, should be alright.

Outro: D

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If I had a Million DollarsCapo on 2<----------------------------------------

Intro: [G, D, C] x4

Verse:G D C G If I had a million dollars (If I had a million dollars)G D C G I'd buy you a house (I would buy you a house)G D C G If I had a million dollars (If I had a million dollars)G D C I'd buy you furniture for your house (Maybe a nice chesterfield or an Gottoman)G D C G And if I had a million dollars (If I had a million dollars)G D C G Well, I'd buy you a K-Car (A nice Reliant automobile)G D C D If I had a million dollars I'd buy your love

Chorus:C D G Em C If I had a million dollars, I'd build a tree fort in our yardC D G Em C If I had a million dollars, you could help, it wouldn't be that hardC D G If I had a million dollars Em (Strum these chords once) C Maybe we could put a little tiny fridge in there somewhere D

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You know, we could just go up there and hang out

Break (Talking part): G, D, C[Same strumming pattern as intro and verses]

Like open the fridge and stuffThere would already be laid out foods for usLike little pre-wrapped sausages and thingsThey have pre-wrapped sausages but they don't have pre-wrapped baconWell, can you blame 'emUh, yeah

Verse:G D C G If I had a million dollars (If I had a million dollars)G D C G Well, I'd buy you a fur coat (But not a real fur coat that's cruel)G D C G And if I had a million dollars (If I had a million dollars)G D C G Well, I'd buy you an exotic pet (Yep, like a llama or an emu)G D C G And if I had a million dollars (If I had a a million dollars)G D C Well, I'd buy you John Merrick's remains (Ooh, all them crazy elephant G bones)G D C D And If I had a million dollars I'd buy your love

Chorus:C D G Em C If I had a million dollars, we wouldn't have to walk to the storeC D G Em C If I had a million dollars, we'd take a limousine 'cause it costs moreC D G Em C If I had a million dollars, we wouldn't have to eat Kraft Dinner D But we would eat Kraft Dinner

Break: G, D, C[same as first]

Of course we would, we’d just eat more

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And buy really expensive ketchups with itThat’s right, all the fanciest ke... dijon ketchups!Mmmmmm, Mmmm-Hmmm

Verse:G D C G If I had a million dollars (If I had a million dollars)G D C G Well, I'd buy you a green dress (But not a real green dress, that's cruel)G D C G And if I had a million dollars (If I had a million dollars)G D C G Well, I'd buy you some art (A Picasso or a Garfunkel)G D C G If I had a million dollars (If I had a million dollars)G D C G Well, I'd buy you a monkey (Haven't you always wanted a monkey)G D C D If I had a million dollars, I’d buy your love

Outro:C D G Em C If I had a million dollars, If I had a million dollarsC D G Em C If I had a million dollars, If I had a million dollarsC D G Em C If I had a million dollarsD I'd be rich

January WeddingCapo on 2nd fret: G She keeps it simple C And I am thankful for her kind of lovin' G 'Cause it's simple

G No longer do we wonder if we're together C We're way past that G And I've already asked her D C G So in January we're gettin' married

G She's talkin' to me with her voice

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C Down so low I barely hear her G But I know what she's sayin' C G I understand because my heart and hers are the same D C G And in January we're gettin' married

G And I was sick with heartache C G And she was sick like Audrey Hepburn when I met her G But we would both surrender C G True love is not the kind of thing you should turn down Am C Don't ever turn it down

G I hope that I don't sound to insane when I say C G There is darkness all around us G C I don't feel weak but I do need sometimes for her to protect me G C G And reconnect me to the beauty that I'm missin' D C And in January we're gettin' married

G C No longer does it matter what circumstances we were born in G She knows which birds are singin' C G And the names of the trees where they're performin' in the mornin D C And in January we're gettin' married D C G Come January let's get married

4 King of White Otter Lake

G D CAll up and down this land he travelled, lookin' for a home G DHe was all of thirty-five, when he set out alone G D CHis soul was burning with a fire, a curse was on his name G D GHe was the king of White Otter Lake D       "Build me a castle" she said 

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C       "Make it three times over my head D       Glass in the windows, paint on the doors C G       Then my darlin', I will be yours" 

For many years as seasons changed, he struggled with his task No one knows how this was done, no one stopped to ask Higher, ever higher still, as it began to rise By the shore of White Otter Lake 

       CHORUS 

Then one day a message came, with words so clear and strong, A letter from his loved one read, "I've waited far too long You can have your castle fine, I never shall belong To the king of White Otter Lake" 

Now the castle stands in tribute, but it stands alone The picket fence has fallen down, the weeds around have grown But the man whose heart and hands became a legend to us all Is still the king of White Otter Lake... He's the king   of White Otter Lake 

       CHORUS 

Leaving of Liverpool

[G]Farewell to you my[C] own true[G] love,I am going far,far a[D]way,I am[G] bound for Cali[C]forni[G]a,And I know that I'll re[D]turn some[G] day.[Chorus]So [D]fare thee well my [C]own true [G]love,When I return [C]united [G]we will [D]be,Its not the [G]leaving of Liverpool that[C] grieves [G]me,But my darling when I [D]think of G]thee.[2]I have slipped on board a Yankee shipDavey Crockett is her name,And her captain it is Burgees,And they say that she's a floating hell.[3]I have sailed with Burgess once before,And I think I know him well,

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If a man's a salor he will get along,If not then he's sure for hell.[4]Oh the sun is in the harbour love,And I wish I could remain,For I know it will be a long,long time,Before I see you again.

LET IT BE – THE BEATLES

C G Am F When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me C G F C/E Dm C Speaking words of wisdom, let it be

And in my hour of darkness, She is standing right in front of me

Speaking words of wisdom, Let it be

Am G F C Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be G C F C/E Dm C Whisper words of wisdom, let it be

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And when the broken hearted people, Living in the world agree

There will be an answer, let it be

But though they may be parted, There is still a chance that they may see

There will be an answer, let it be

CHORUS: Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be | | There will be an answer, let it be | | Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be | | Whisper words of wisdom, let it be LEAD

Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be

Whisper words of wisdom, let it be

And when the night is cloudy, There is still a light that shines on me

Shine on till tomorrow, let it be

I wake up to the sound of music, Mother Mary comes to me

Speaking words of wisdom, let it be

CHORUS

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Little TalksCapo 1

IntroAm - F - C - G Hey!Am - F - C - G Hey!Am - F - C - G Hey!Am - F - C - G

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Verse 1Am F C I don't like walking around this old and empty house Am F CSo hold my hand, I'll walk with you my dear Am F CThe stairs creak as I sleep, it's keeping me awake Am F CIt's the house telling you to close your eyesAm F CSome days I can't even trust myself Am F CIt's killing me to see you this way

Chorus Am F 'Cause though the truth may vary C GThis ship will carry Am F C Our bodies safe to shore

Am - F - C - G Hey!Am - F - C - G Hey!Am - F - C - G Hey!Am - F - C - G

Verse 2There's an old voice in my head that's holding me backTell her that I miss our little talksSoon it will be over and buried with our pastWe used to play outside when we were young (and full of life and full of love)Some days I don't know if I am wrong or rightYour mind is playing tricks on you my dear

Chorus

Verse 3AmYou're gone, gone, gone away. I watched you disappearAm All that's left is a ghost of you AmNow we're torn, torn, torn apart, there's nothing we can do. AmJust let me go, we'll meet again soon. Am F C Now wait, wait, wait for me. Please hang around Am F C G

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I see you when I fall asleep. Hey!

Chorus x 2

Ending x 2 Am F 'Cause though the truth may vary C GThis ship will carry Am F C Our bodies safe to shore

King and Lionheart - Of Monsters and MenCapo 3

Intro strum C, Csus2

CTaking over this town, they should worryCBut these problems aside I think I taught you well Am Fmaj7 CThat we won't run, and we won't run, and we wont' run Am Fmaj7 CThat we won't run, and we won't run, and we won't run

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CAnd in the winter night sky ships are sailingCLooking down on these bright blue city lights Am Fmaj7 CAnd they won't wait, and they won't wait, and they won't wait Am Fmaj7 CWe're here to stay, we're here to stay, we're here to stay

Chorus:

Fmaj7 C GHowling ghosts they re-appear Fmaj7 C GIn mountains that are stacked with fear Fmaj7 C G AmBut you're a king and I'm a lionheart

CA lionheart

C (hard)His crown lid up the way as we moved slowlyCPassed the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind Am Fmaj7 CThough far away, though far away, though far away Am Fmaj7 CWe're still the same, we're still the same, we're still the same

Chrous

Bridge:

Fmaj7 C GAnd in the sea that's painted blackFmaj7 C GCreatures lurk below the deck Fmaj7 C G AmBut you're a king and I'm a lionheart Fmaj7 C GAnd as the world comes to an endFmaj7 C GI'll be here to hold your hand causeFmaj7 C G AmYou're my king and I'm your lionheart

Fmaj7 C G Fmaj7 C G Fmaj7 C G AmA lionheart A lionheart A lionheart A lionheart

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Fmaj7 C G Fmaj7 C G Fmaj7 C G AmA lionheart A lionheart A lionheart A lionheart

Chorus

Bridge

Fmaj7 C G Fmaj7 C G Fmaj7 C G AmA lionheart A lionheart A lionheart A lionheart

Fmaj7 C G Fmaj7 C G Fmaj7 C G Am (let ring)A lionheart A lionheart A lionheart A lionheart

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MACPHERSON’S RANT (or LAMENT or FAREWELL - lyrics by Robbie Burns)

C Em Am D71. Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong,

G G7 CFareweel, Fareweel tae thee.

D7 G Em Am D7MacPherson's time will nae be lang

G C D7On yonder gallows tree.

CHORUS:

G D7Sae rantin'ly, sae wantonly

CSae dauntin'ly gaed he

G D7He played a sprig and danced a jig

Am C DBelow the gallows tree.

2. Oh! what is death but parting breath?On mony a bloody plainI've dar'd his face, and in this placeI scorn him yet again!

3. 'Twas by a woman's treacherous handThat I was condemned to dee.Below a ledge at a window she stoodAnd a blanket she threw o'er me.

4. The Laird o' Grant, that hieland santThat first laid hands on me,He played the cause on Peter BroonTae let MacPherson free.

5. Untie these bands frae off my handsAnd gie to me my sword.There's no' a man in all ScotlandBut I'll brave him at a word.

6. I've liv'd a life of sturt and strife;

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I die by treacherie:It burns my heart I must depart,And not avenged be.

7. There's some come here tae see me hangedAnd some to buy my fiddle.But before I do part wi' herI'll brak her thro' the middle.

8. He took the fiddle in both of his handsAnd he broke it o'er a stone.Says,"There's nae ither hand shall play on theeWhen I am dead and gone."

9. O little did my mother thinkWhen first she cradled me,That I would turn a rovin' boyAnd die on the gallows tree.

10. Now farewell light-thou sunshine bright,And all beneath the sky!May coward shame disdain his name,The wretch that dares not die!

11. The reprieve was comin' o'er the brig o' BanfTae let MacPherson free,But they pit the clock a quarter beforeAnd hanged him tae the tree.

An idea of what it sounds like upbeat (instead of the slow fiddle tune we might be used to) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p0DbmrLYiQ8

MRS. ROBINSON - Simon & Garfunkle

E7 A D G C Am E7 D De de de de de de de de de de de de de

D G Em CHORUS: And here's to you Mrs. Robinson | G Em C Am D | Jesus loves you more thnan you will know, wo wo wo | D G Em

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| God bless you please Mrs. Robinson | G Em C Am | Heaven holds a place for those who pray, hey hey hey

E7 We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files A We'd like to help you learn to help yourself D G C Am Look around you all you see are sympathetic eyes E7 D Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home

CHORUS

E7 Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes A Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes D G C Am It's a little secret just the Robinsons' afair E7 D Most of all you've got to hide it from the kids

Koo koo ka choo Mrs. Robinson - CHORUS

E7 Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon A Going to the candidates debate D G C Am Laugh about it shout about it when you've got to choose E7 D Any way you look at it you lose

D G Em Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio G Em C Am D A nation turns its lonely eyes to you, woo woo woo D G Em What's that you say Mrs. Robinson G Em C Am E7 Joltin' Joe has left and gone away, hey hey hey, hey hey hey

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5 THE NIGHT PAT MURPHY DIED

 G    - 320033C    - x32010D    - xx0232G/F# - 2x0033Em   - 022000        G                                 C                   DOh the night that Patty Murphy died is a night I'll never forgetG                    G/F#                  C               D  Some of the boys got loaded drunk and they ain't got sober yet   G                                        C               DAs long as a bottle was passed around every man was feeling gay   G          Oh Leary came with a bagpipe, some music for to play G                            C                 DThat's how they showed their respect for Patty MurphyG                            C                DThat's how they showed their honour and their prideG                                          C             DThey said it was a sinner's shame and they winked at one anotherG         G/F#         Em        D        C         D      GAnd every drink in the place was full the night Pat Murphy died G         G/F#         Em        D        C         D      G  (x2) As Mrs. Murphy sat in the corner, pouring out her griefKelly and his gang came tearing down the streetThey went into an empty room and a bottle of whisky stoleThey put the bottle with the corpse to keep that whisky cold ChorusAbout 2 o'clock in the morning after emptying the jugDoyle does up the icebox lit the sea for Patty's mug (?)He stopped the clock to Mrs. Murphy couldn't see the timeAnd at a quarter after 2 we argued it was 9 Chorus Well they stopped the hearse on George Street outside some damn saloonThey all went in at half past 8 and staggered out at noonThey went up to the graveyard so holy and sublimeFound out when they got there they left the corpse behind Chorus Verse 1 Chorus

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Northern AirStandard Tuning

*I'm sure a lot of the words are wrong, Email me corrections if you want :) Ga little time away Dgo back up to the lakes Ama little time of pain Dlet some trouble sing

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Gwatch the sunrise Dlight a little fire Amwatch the smokey lines Dcut between the pines

cut between the pinesand the darkness in our mindsshed a little lightso far away tonight G Em C G Dso far away tonight G Em C G Dso far away tonight

lay that cedar homethe waters deep in calmas we travel onto that little pond

put to that little pond

there's a little placebeat up and lost gracewe can see you therein that northern air

in that northern airin that northern air

there's a little placeneat up and lost gracewe can see you therein that northern air

In that northern air

6 The NORTHWEST PASSAGE

CHORUS: Ah, for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage     To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea;     Tracing one warm line through a land so wild and savage     And make a Northwest Passage to the sea. Westward from the Davis Strait 'tis there 'twas said to lieThe sea route to the Orient for which so many died;Seeking gold and glory, leaving weathered, broken bonesAnd a long-forgotten lonely cairn of stones.

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 CHORUS Three centuries thereafter, I take passage overlandIn the footsteps of brave Kelso, where his "sea of flowers" beganWatching cities rise before me, then behind me sink againThis tardiest explorer, driving hard across the plain. CHORUS And through the night, behind the wheel, the mileage clicking westI think upon Mackenzie, David Thompson and the restWho cracked the mountain ramparts and did show a path for meTo race the roaring Fraser to the sea. CHORUS How then am I so different from the first men through this way?Like them, I left a settled life, I threw it all away.To seek a Northwest Passage at the call of many menTo find there but the road back home again. CHORUS 

Old Brown's DaughterThere is an ancient party at the other end of town

And he keeps a little grocery store, the ancients name is BrownAnd he has a lovely daughter, such a treat I never sawOh I only hope someday to be the old man's son-in-law.

Well, Old Brown he sells from off his shelf most anything you pleaseHe's got juice tarts for the little boys, lollipops and cheese

And his daughter minds the store, and it's a treat just to see her serveI'd like to run away with her but I don't have the nerve

[Chorus:]

And it's old Brown's daughter is a proper sort of girl,Old Brown's daughter is a fair as any pearl

I wish I were a Lord Mayor, a Marquis or and EarlAnd blow me if I wouldn't marry old Brown's girl.

Blow me if I wouldn't marry old Brown's girl.

Wel,l poor old Brown now has trouble with the gout,He grumbles in his little parlour when he can't get out

Oh and when I make a purchase, lord, and she hands me the changeThat girl she makes pulverized, I feel so very strangeChorus 

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But Miss Brown she smiles so sweetly when I say a tender wordAh but old brown says that she must wed a Marquis or a Lord,

And I don't suppose it's ever one of those things I will beBut by jingo next election I will run for Trinity

[Chorus]

Old Dun CowSome friends and I in a public house Was playing a game of chance one night When into the pub a fireman ran His face all a chalky white. "What's up", says Brown, "Have you seen a ghost, Or have you seen your Aunt Mariah?" "Me Aunt Mariah be buggered!", says he, "The bleedin' pub's on fire!"

And there was Brown upside down Lappin'' up the whiskey on the floor. "Booze, booze!" The firemen cried As they came knockin' on the door (clap clap) Oh don't let 'em in till it's all drunk up And somebody shouted MacIntyre! MACINTYRE! And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk When the Old Dun Cow caught fire.

"Oh well," says Brown, "What a bit of luck. Everybody follow me. And it's down to the cellar If the fire's not there Then we'll have a grand old spree." So we went on down after good old Brown The booze we could not miss And we hadn't been there ten minutes or more Till we were quite pissed.

Then, Smith walked over to the port wine tub And gave it just a few hard knocks (clap clap) Started takin' off his pantaloons Likewise his shoes and socks. "Hold on, " says Brown, "that ain't allowed Ya cannot do that thing here. Don't go washin' trousers in the port wine tub When we got Guinness beer."

Then there came from the old back doorThe Vicar of the local church.And when he saw our drunken ways,He began to scream and curse.

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"Ah, you drunken sods! You heathen clods!You've taken to a drunken spree!You drank up all the Benedictine wineAnd you didn't save a drop for me!"And then there came a mighty crash Half the bloody roof caved in. We were almost drowned in the firemen's hose But still we were gonna stay.So we got some tacks and some old wet sacks And we nailed ourselves inside And we sat drinking the finest RumTill we were bleary-eyed.Later that night, when the fire was outWe came up from the cellar below.Our pub was burned. Our booze was drunk.Our heads was hanging low."Oh look", says Brown with a look quite queer.Seems something raised his ire."Now we gotta get down to Murphy's Pub,It closes on the hour!"

Only Love Can Break Your HeartA7 / / D / Dadd9 G / / A / /A7 / / D / Dadd9 G / / A / /A7 D Dadd9 G AWhen you were young and on your ownA7 D Dadd9 G AHow did it feel to be a-lone?A7 / /Dmaj7 Gadd6I was always thinking of games that I was playingDmaj7 Gadd6Trying to make the best of my timeA7 G F#mBut only love can break your heart Em Gadd6 ATry to be sure right from the startA7 G F#mYes only love can break your heart Em Gadd6 AWhat if your world should fall a-part?

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I have a friend I've never seenHe hides his head inside a dreamSomeone should call him and see if he can come outTry to lose the down that he's foundBut only love can break your heartTry to be sure right from the startYes only love can break your heart

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What if your world should fall apart?

Bridge

I have a friend I've never seenHe hides his head inside a dreamYes only love can break your heartTHE PARTING GLASS  VERSE 1 C Am F C GOf all the money that e'er I had, C C G I spent it in good company. Am F C GAnd all the harm I've ever done, C Am Falas it was to none but me. C F C C F G And all I've done for want of wit F C G to mem'ry now I can't recall; Am F C GSo fill to me the parting glass, C Am F Good night and joy be to you all.

CHORUS 1 C F C G [So] fill to me the parting glass G Am F G And drink a health whate’er befalls Am F G C And gently rise and softly call C Am F Good night and joy be to you all

Oh, all the comrades that e'er I had They're sorry for my going away And all the sweethearts that e'er I had They'd 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 softly call Good night and joy be with you all 

If I had money enough to spend And leisure to sit awhile There is a fair maid in the town That sorely has my heart beguiled Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips I own she has my heart enthralled 

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So fill to me the parting glass Good night and joy be with you all

ROLLING DOWN TO OLD MAUI

It's a damn tough life, full of toil and strife, we whalermen undergo,And we won't give a damn when the gales are done how hard thewinds did blow,For we're homeward bound from the Arctic grounds with a good shiptaught and free,And we won't give a damn when we drink our rum with the girlsfrom old Maui.

CHORUS:Rolling down to old Maui, me boys, rolling down to old Maui,We're homeward bound from the Arctic grounds, rolling down to old Maui.

Once more we sail with the northerly gales through the ice andWind and rain, Them coconut fronds, them tropical shores, we soonshall see again;Six hellish months we've passed away on the cold Kamchatka sea,But now we're bound from the Arctic grounds, rolling down to old Maui.

(chorus)

Once more we sail with the Northerly gales, towards our island home,Our whaling done, our mainmast sprung, and we ain't got far to roam;Our stuns'l's bones is carried away, what care we for that sound,A living gale is after us, thank God we're homeward bound.

(chorus)

How soft the breeze through the island trees, now the ice is far astern,Them native maids, them tropical glades, is awaiting our return;Even now their big brown eyes look out, hoping some fine day to see,Our baggy sails, running 'fore the gales, rolling down to old Maui.

(chorus)

Sam HallOh[D] me name it is Sam[G] Hall chimney [D]sweep,chimney[A] sweep,Oh me[D] name it is Sam[G] Hall chimney[D] sweep,Oh meG] name it is Sam Hall,and I've[D] robbed both rich and[A] small,And me[D] neck will pay for[G] all when I[D] die,when I [A]die.And me[D] neck will pay for[G] all when I[D] die[2]Oh they took me to Coothill in a cart,in a cart,

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Oh they took me to Coothill in a cart,Oh they took me to Coothill,and I stoped to make my willAnd the best of friends must part,so must I,so must I,For the best of friends must part,so must I.[3]Up the ladder I did group,thats no joke,thats no joke,Up the ladder,I did group thats no joke,Up the ladder I did group,and the hangman pulled the rope,And ne'er a word I spoke,tumbling down,tumbling down,And ne'er a word I spoke tumbling down.

Seven Deadly Sins(Chorus)

D G Sail away where no ball and chain D A Can keep us from the roarin' wavesD G A DTogether undivided but forever we'll be freeD GSo sail away aboard our rig D AThe moon is full and so are weD GWe're seven drunken pirates A DWe're the seven deadly sins

Am D Am E/Em Am

So the years rolled by and several diedAnd left us somewhat reelin'Johnny strummed his Tommy gunLeft blastin' through the ceilingSo what became of rebelsWho sang for you and me?Grapplin' with their demonsIn the search for liberty

Sufferers who suffer allCan swim upon the desertWhere avarice has ravaged all In spite of good intentionsDon't fill your mouth with gluttonyFor pride will surely swellBut nothing's unforgiven in the four corners of hell

(Chorus)Envy and its evil twinIts crept in bed with slander

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Idiots they gave advice But sloth it gave no answerAnger kills the human soulWith bitter tales of lustWhile Pavlov's Dogs keep chewing On the legs they never trust(Chorus)

Am D Am E/Em Am F CBut it's the only life we'll knowEm CBlagards to the bone So don't wreck yourself GTake an honest grip F C DFor there's more tales beyond the shore

Ah the years rolled by and several died

And left us somewhat reelin'

In and out came crawlin' out

And spewed upon the ceiling

So what became of rebels

That sang for you and meD GGrapplin' with their demons A DIn the search for liberty

She Moves Through the Fair

D, C, G, D,

D My young love said to me C D My mother don't mind

And my father won't sligh you C DFor your lack of kind C DAnd she laid her hand on me C Am

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And this is she did say C DIt will not be long love C DTill our wedding day D, C, Am, C, D, C, G, D

And she went away from meShe moves through the fairAnd fondly I watched herMove here and move thereAnd then she went homewardOnly one star awakeLike a swan in the eveningMoves over the lake

Last night she came to meMy dead love came inSo softly she cameThat her feet made no dinAnd she laid her hand on meAnd this she did sayOh, it will not be long loveTill our wedding day

Skinny LoveAm C x 3 G AmAm CCome on skinny love just last the yearAm CPour a little salt we were never here Am CMy, my, my, my, my, my, my, my G AmStaring at the sink of blood and crushed veneerAm CI tell my love to wreck it all

Am CCut out all the ropes and let me fall Am CMy, my, my, my, my, my, my, my G Am...Right in the moment this order's tall CI told you to be patient G FI told you to be fine CI told you to be balanced G F

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I told you to be kind CIn the morning I'll be with you G FBut it will be a different "kind" CI'll be holding all the tickets G FAnd you'll be owning all the finesAm CCome on skinny love what happened hereAm CSuckle on the hope in lite brassiere Am CMy, my, my, my, my, my, my, my G AmSullen load is full; so slow on the split CI told you to be patient G FI told you to be fine CI told you to be balanced G FI told you to be kind CNow all your love is wasted? G FThen who the hell was I? CNow I'm breaking at the britches G FAnd at the end of all your linesCWho will love you?G FWho will fight?C G FWho will fall far behind?Spancil Hill Bm A BmLast night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by

Bm D AMy mind being bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly Bm D AI stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind Bm A BmAnd I shortly came to anchor at the cross of Spancil Hill

It being the 23rd June the day before the fair When lreland's sons and daughters in crowds assembled there The young and the old, the brave and the bold their journey to fulfill

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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 as 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 flower 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.

The Son Never Shines on Closed DoorsIntro & Bridge:e|-7-5-7-12-10-8-7-5-7-5-|B|-8-7-8-13-12-8-8-7-8-7-|G|-7-7-7-12-12-9-7-7-7-7-|\ Find your own strumming pattern.D|-----------------------|/ x2A|-----------------------|E|-----------------------|

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Chords:G: X 10 9 7 8 7C: 8 10 10 9 8D: X 5 7 7 7 5

[Verse][G]I saw her there [C]fade from a[G]far [G]Her hair gray char[C]coal Takes a [G]drag from her [D]tar. I [C]kissed her a [D]smile, but her [G]blood red shot [C]eyes Said "the [C]son never [D]shines on closed [G]doors."

[Verse][G]It's been eight long [C]years since I [G]saw The [G]woman who's [C]labored Since the [G]day I was [D]born. Those [C]wrinkles now [D]face To that [G]cold dark damp [C]place,

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Where the [C]son never [D]shines on closed [G]doors.

[Chorus]She said the [C]son never [D]shines on closed [G]doors I [C]open to [D]find only [G]hurricanes [D]blow. [C]Takes me [D]away, to the [G]green fields of [C]May, Because the [C]son never [D]shines on closed [G]doors.

[Verse][G]Death comes like a [C]thief in the [G]night To [G]steal while you [C]sleep, the soul's [G]flickering [D]light. Well [C]maybe it's [D]then, she said I'll [G]see you [C]again, Because the [C]son never [D]shines on closed [G]doors.

[Chorus]She said the [C]son never [D]shines on closed [G]doors I [C]open to [D]find only [G]hurricanes [D]blow. [C]Takes me [D]away, to the [G]green fields of [C]May, Because the [C]son never [D]shines on closed [G]doors.

[Bridge]

[Outro] And we [D]all go the [C]same way [G]home, yeah we [D]all go the [C]same way [G]home. [Repeat until end]

Star Of The County Down Em G D G Em DNear to Banbridge town, in the County Down, one morning in July Em G D G C D EmDown a boreen green came a sweet colleen and she smiled as she passed me by G Am G Em DShe looked so neat from her two white feet to the sheen of her nut-brown hair Em G D Em C D EmSure 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

As she onward sped, sure I shook my head and I gazed with a feeling quareAnd 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 Irelands crownShe's young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann, she's the star of the County Down

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CHORUS:

She'd a soft brown eye and a look so sly and a smile like the rose in JuneAnd you held each note from her lily-white throat, as she lilted an Irish tuneAt the pattern dance you were in trance as she tripped through a jig or reelWhen her eyes she'd roll, she would lift soul as your heart she would likely steal

CHORUS:

At the harvest fair she'll be surely there and I'll dress my Sunday clothesWith my shoes shon bright and my hat cocked right for a smile from the nut-brown RoseNo pipe I smoke, no horse I'll yoke, let my plough with the rust turns brownTill a smiling bride by my own fireside sits the star of the County Down

CHORUS:

Terror TimeThe heather will fade, aye bracken will die Streams will run cold and clear Aye the small birds will be going For it's then that you'll be knowing That the terror time is here

The woods give no shelter, and the trees, they are bare Snows lying all around Oh the young children are crying

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For the bed on which they're lying Is frozen to the ground

And when you need the warmth of your own human kind You move near a town and then Oh the sight of you is offending The police they soon are sending And you're on the road again

Whaur will ye gang, aye and whit will ye dae? Noo that the work's all done And the fairmer doesnae need ye And the Cooncil willnae feed ye And you're on the road again

Heather will fade, aye bracken will die The streams will run cold and clear Aye the small birds will be going For it's then that you'll be knowing That the terror time is here

WHEAT KINGS (The Tragically Hip)

G C G CG C G CSundown in the Paris of the prairiesWheat kings have all their treasures buriedAnd all you hear are the rusty breezesPushing around the weather vane Jesus

In his Zippo lighter, he sees the killer's faceMaybe it's someone standing in the killers placeTwenty years for nothing, well that's nothing newBesides, no one's interested in something you didn't do

D G C Wheat kings and pretty things, D G C Wait and see what tomorrow brings

There's a dream he dreams where the high school is dead and starkIt's a museum and we're all locked up in it after darkWhere the walls are lined all yellow, grey and sinisterHung with pictures of our parents' prime ministers

Wheat Kings and pretty things, Wait and see what tomorrow brings

Late breaking story on the CBCA nation whispers, "we always knew that he'd go free"

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They add, "you can't be fond of living in the past,Cause if you are then there's no way that you're gonna last"

Wheat Kings and pretty things, Let's just see what tomorrow brings Wheat Kings and pretty things, That's what tomorrow brings

C D C DC D C G

We're All in this TogetherIntro:

D F# G D Bm AD F# G D Bm A G

Verse:

D F# G DWell my friend, I see your face so clearlyBm A

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Little bit tired, little worn through the yearsD F# G DYou sound nervous, you seem aloneBm A GI hardly recognize your voice on the telephone

In between I rememberJust before we wound up broken-downWe drive out to the edge of the highwayFollow that lonesome dead-end road sign south

Chorus:

D F# G DWe're all in this thing togetherBm AWalkin' the line between faith and fearD F# G DThis life don't last foreverBm A GWhen you cry I taste the salt in your tears

*The rest of the song pretty much goes the same way for the verses, choruses and the bridge.

Come my friend, let's put this thing togetherAnd walk the path our worn out feet have trodIf you want, we could go on foreverGive up your jaded ways, spell your name to God

(Chorus)

All we are is a picture in a mirrorFancy shoes to grace our feetAll there is is a slow road to freedomHeaven above and the devil beneath

Will Ye Go Lassie Go

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.[2]I will build my love a tower,by yon crystal fountain,And on it I will pile,all the wild flowers of the mountain,Will you go ,,,,,,[3]If my true love she were gone,I would surely find another,Where wild mountain thyme,grows around the blooming heather,

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Will you go,,,,,

The Witch of the Westmorland

G C G Em7Pale was the wounded knight that bore the rowan shield

G D7 Em C DLoud and cruel were the raven's cries that feasted on the field

G C G Em7Saying beck water cold and clear will never clean your wound

G D7 Em C DThere's none but the witch of the Westmorland can make thee hale and sound

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So turn, turn your stallion's head til his red mane flies in the windAnd the rider of the moon goes by and the bright star falls behindAnd clear was the paley moon when his shadow passed him by

Below the hills were the brightest stars when he heard the owlet crySaying "Why do you ride this way, and wherefore came you here?""I seek the Witch of the Westmorland who dwells by the winding mere"

And it's weary by the Ullswater and the misty brake fern wayTil through the cleft of the Kirkstone Pass the winding water layHe said "Lie down, my brindled hound, and rest ye, my good grey hawk"

And thee, my steed, may graze thy fill for I must dismount and walkBut come when you hear my horn and answer swift the callFor I fear ere the sun will rise this morn ye will serve me best of all."

And it's down to the water's brim he's born the rowan shieldAnd the goldenrod he has cast in to see what the lake might yieldAnd wet rose she from the lake, and fast and fleet went sheOne half the form of a maiden fair with a jet black mare's body

And loud, long and shrill he blew til his steed was by his sideHigh overhead the grey hawk flew and swiftly he did rideSay "Course well, my brindled hound, and fetch me the jet black mareStoop and strike, my good grey hawk, and bring me the maiden fair."

She said "Pray, sheathe thy silvery sword. Lay down thy rowan shieldFor I see by the briny blood that flows you've been wounded in the field"And she stood in a gown of velvet blue, bound round with a silver chain and she's kissed his pale lips one and twice and three times round again

And she's bound his wounds with the goldenrod, full fast in her arms he layand he has risen hale and sound with the sun high in the dayShe said "Ride with your brindled hound at heel and your good grey hawk in handThere's none can harm the knight who's lain with the Witch of the Westmorland"

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Worst Day Since YesterdayIntro:D A D DD A D DD A Bm GD A D D

Verse 1: D A D DWell I know I miss more than hit D A D DWith a face that was launched to sink D A Bm GAnd I seldom feel the bright release D A D DIt's been the worst day since yesterday

Verse 2:If there's one thing I have saidIs that the dreams I once had now lay in bedAs the four winds blow my wits through the doorIt's been the worst day since yesterday

Chorus 1:G DFallin' down to you sweet groundGWhere the flowers, they bloomDWell it's there I'll be found D A D GHurry back to me, my wild colleen D A D DIts been the worst day since yesterday

Chords during solo:A A G DA A G A

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Though these wounds have seen no warsExcept for the scars I have ignoredAnd this endless crutch well it's never enoughIts been the worst day since yesterday

Chorus 2:Hell says hello well it's time I should goTo pastures green that I've yet to seeHurry back to me my wild colleenIts been the worst day since yesterday

Outro: D A D DIts been the worst day since yesterday D A D DIts been the worst day since yesterdayYour Song Ellie GouldingCapo 3

Em G C GIt's a little bit funny this feeling in - sideEm G C G G/F# I'm not one of those who can easily hideEm G C G I don't have much money but, boy if I did Am C DI'd buy a big house where we both could live

So excuse me for – getting but, these things I do You see I've for - gotten if they're green or they're blue Anyway the thing is what I really meanYours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

Chorus Em Am CAnd you can tell everybody this is your songD Em Am C It may be quite simple but now that it's doneEm I hope you don't mindG A C I hope you don't mind that I put down in words G Am C DHow wonderful life is while you're in the world

If I was a sculptor, but then again no Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show I know it's not much but it's the best I can doMy gift is my song and this one's for you

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Am G Am Em Am G Am GAm G Am Em Am G Am Em D

Chorus

Appendix I – Fiddle Song Chords

IF EVER YOU WERE MINEPart AG / G / C / G G / G / D / D C / C / G / G G / G / D7 / G / GPart BG / Bm / C / DG / Bm / Am / DC / C / G / GG / G / D7 / G / G / G / G  CATHARSISGm / F / Gm / Cm DmGm / Gm / Cm / Dm GmGm / Gm / F / FEb / Eb / Dm / Gm IRISH WASHERWOMANPart 1:G G G G Am Am Am G G G G C D G G *Part 2: G G G G D D D (Em) DEm D C G C D G SMASH THE WINDOWSPart AD D | D D | G D | A AD D | D D | G A | D DPart BD D | D D | Em Em | A AD D | D D | G A | D D TO THE LADIESPart 1A E / A A / D D / E EA E / A A / D E / AA Part 2A D / A A / A D / A EA D / A A / D E / AA  THE SWALLOW TAIL JIGPart A

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Em | Em | D | D Em | Em | D | EmPart BEm | Em | Em | Em D |Em | Em | D | Em MORRISON’S JIGPart AEm Em | Em D | Em Em | G DEm Em | Em D | G G | D DPart BEm Em | Em Em | Em Em | C DEm Em | Em Em | G G | D DEm Em | Em Em | Em Em | D DG G | D G | Am Bm | C D THE MIST ON THE MOUNTAINPart AAm / Am / G / G / Am / Am / G / Em / Am Part BAm / Am / G / GAm / Am / G / Em / Am WHISKEY BEFORE BREAKFASTPart AD | D | G D | AD | D | G D | A DPart BD | D | A | AD A | G D | G D |A D GLASGOW REELPart 1Dm Dm \ Bb Bb \ C C \ Dm Dm Dm Dm \ Bb Bb \ C C \ Dm DmPart 2Dm Dm \ Dm Dm \ C C \ C CDm Dm \ Dm Dm \ Bb C \ Dm Dm MARI’S WEDDINGG G / C D/ G G / C D(repeated) THE GAL I LEFT BEHIND MEPart 1G / C / G / D G / C / D / GPart 2G / C / G / DG / C / D / G  CARMEN AMBER

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D / G / D / AD / G / D / A / D D / G / D / AD / G / D / A / D FROST IS ALL OVERPart 1D / A / D / A D G / D A / D A / DPart 2D / Em / D / AD / G / D / A D CONNAUGHTMAN’S RAMBLESPart 1D / G D / D / BmD / G D / Em / BmPart 2D G / D / D G / D AD G / D / Em / Bm

Appendix II – Fraser Arrest in Prose TaittWhat the Devil's going on here?I do find it awfully queerThat while the partners there do meetyou sing and dance and stomp your feetBack to work, cease your mad wailsor you'll all end up in the jail Frasier, no surprise you're drinkingToo much rum and not enough thinkingHere this caterwauling comes to an endTo Makenzie's will you must now bendOf important matters you must speakIf Montreal you wish to seek FraiserMr. Taitt you know full well my contract's run it's courseWhy not join us, wish me well?  We've got enough shrub to knock out a horse.There's friends to bid farewell to, so please don't be a pestand even some fine women, who'll let us see their...shins. TaittCome now Fraiser, don't be daftgo see the Partners when you're asked.While you're here you'll do as they sayfor if you don't you'll rue the day.Hell hath no fury like Gentlemen scornedSo don't keep them waiting, you've been forewarned! 

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FraiserI think instead of seeing them, I'll just be on my way,Unless the topic's my ride home, and then they'll have their say.Montreal is where I'm bound, and there's no stopping meThree years I've worked, three years are up, my contract's set me free!  TaittWe're paying you, don't you forget,Besides, you need to help out FlettThere's lots of work that needs be donethat Flett can't handle if you're gone,You're the best man for the jobSo back to work, or you'll be flogged!  FraiserHere's my answer to you Taitt, YOU should help out Flett.You were once a slave like us, a carpenter, lest you forget.So don't get high and mighty, 'cause all you've got is talkYou're loud as an ass, big as a bull, and almost as smart as an ox!  TaittYOU BLODDY ROGUE I'LL HAVE YOUR HIDEIF YOU DON'T GET RIGHT BACK INSIDE  FraiserYou think you're high and mighty, a really frightening guy?Just 'cause you can read and write? Well guess what, so can I.  TaittYou'll put those skills to good use, foolYou're nothing but a company toolYou'll sign away your life this time,you have no choice, your life is mine.  MacKenzieToday were the gentlemen meeting,But concentration was fleeting!A smith and his caucus were causing a ruckusTaitt, why are these sheep all a-bleating?!  As the master of tradesmen explain,Why the trade square has all gone insane,Now don't you dare scoff at me, explain this cacophony,Or you'll be the one who gets blamed.  

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TaittI'm terribly sorry Mr. MacKenzie,The blacksmith's the cause of all of this frenzy  MacKenzieTaitt you're as worthless as him,We can all see who's causing the dinNow explain on the double why Fraiser's the troubleOr you'll manage the jail from within!  TaittMr. Fraiser is no longer thinkingCaused, no doubt, by all of his drinkingMistakenly, he thought that he had a say,In whether or not to meet with you today.  MacKenzieBusiness has ground to a halt,And I'm finding you are at fault,Our company's grandest in all of the land yetYou can't figure one little measly thing out.  If managing him is a strain,Too much for your little brain,I could return ye to simpleton's carpentryNow wouldn't that be a shame?  TaittBut sir I...  Doctor (In loose haiku)TAITT!No EXCUSES!Fraiser, come here!Taitt bring Fraiser here!Where were you?This morning?SPEAK! FraiserYou can't order me about, my contract's finally up.So once I get my wages, I'll raise to you a cup. DoctorWages?Very well...We will pay

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Well deserved cuts and bruises!You've been warnedMeeting ChatelaineOn islands SellingShoe leatherBourke and ChatelaineEmployees of the HUDSONS BAY!Heard of them?Driving intoOblivion FraiserI'm free to consort with whomever I wish, so what does it matter to me,I'll sell my leather wherever I like, they're no longer my enemy.I've heard about the way you treat your men at Lac La PluieSwing your walking stick all you like, you don't frighten me. DoctorFraiserBe wise.For smaller infractionsI beat far better than youWithin one inchOf death.Fear. FraiserYour threats mean nothing, Doctor, you know you have no right.Besides, it's far too late, I fear. I sold the skins last night. DoctorClerks!Arrest him!Lock him awayTrading with the Hudson's Bay!For a week or two.Less spiritedROT!

(Taitt and Arresting Clerk take Fraiser to the jail)

ENVOYONS D'L'AVANT NOS GENS

Quand on part des chanquiersMes chers amis tous le coeur gaiPour aller voir tous nos parentsMes chers amis le coeur content.REFRAIN

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Envoyons d'l'avant nos gensEnvoyons d'l'avant!

Pour aller voir nos parentsMes chers amis le coeur contentMais qu'on arrive en CanadaY va falloir y mouiller ça.RefrainMais qu'on arrive en CanadaY va falloir y mouiller ça.Ah! Mais qu'ça soye tout mouilléVous allez voir qu'ça va marcher.RefrainAh! Mais qu'ça soye tout mouilléVous allez voir qu'ça va marcher.Mais qu'nos amis nous voyent arriverY vont s'mettr' à rire, à chanter.RefrainMais qu'nos amis nous voyent arriverY vont s'mettr' à rire, à chanter.Dimanche au soir à la veilléeNous irons voir nos compagnées.RefrainDimanche au soir à la veilléeNous irons voir nos compagnées.Elles vont nous dire mais en entrantV'là mon amant, j'ai l'coeur content!RefrainElles vont nous dire mais en entrantV'là mon amant, j'ai l'coeur content!Et au milieu de la veilléeElles vont nous parler d'leus cavaliers.Refrain

Et au milieu de la veilléeElles vont nous parler d'leurs cavaliers.Elles vont nous dire mais en partantAs-tu fréquenté des amants?Refrain

Elles vont nous dire mais en partantAs-tu fréquenté des amants?Qui a composé la chanson?C'est Jos Blanchet le joli garçon!Refrain

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C'est L'Aviron

M'en revenant de la jolie Rochelle; (bis)J'ai rencontré trois jolies demoiselles.

RefrainC'est l'aviron qui nous mène, qui nous mèneC'est l'aviron qui nous mène en haut!

J'ai rencontré trois jolies demoiselles(bis)J'ai point choisi, mai j'ai pris la plus belle.

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J'ai point choisi, mai j'ai pris la plus belle (bis)J'l'y fis monter derrièr' moi, sur ma selle.

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J'l'y fis monter derrièr' moi, sur ma selle (bis)J'y fis cent lieues sans parler avec elle.

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J'y fis cent lieues sans parler avec elle (bis)Au bout d'cent lieues, ell' me d'mandit à boire.

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Au bout d'cent lieues, ell'me d'mandit à boire (bis) Je l'ai menée auprès d'une fontaine.Refrain

Je l'ai menée auprès d'une fontaine (bis)Quand ell' fut là, ell' ne voulut point boire.

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Quand ell' fut là, ell' ne voulut point boire (bis)Je l'ai menée au logis de son père.Refrain

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Quand ell' fut là, ell' buvait à pleins verres.

RefrainQuand ell' fut là, ell' buvait à pleins verres (bis) À la Santé de son père et sa mère.

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À la Santé de son père et sa mère (bis)À la Santé de ses soeurs et ses frères.

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À la Santé de ses soeurs et ses frères (bis)À la Santé d' celui que son coeur aime.

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English Translation:Returning from RochelleI encountered three pretty young ladies. I chose the prettiest, who got on my saddle behind me.We rode one hundred leagues without talking until she asked for a drink.I took her to a spring, where she refused to drink.I took her to her father's home,Where she drank glass after glass And toasted to the healthOf her mother and father,Her sisters and brothers And the one she loved.

Ah! Si mon moine voulait danser!

Ah! Si mon moine voulait danser!Ah! Si mon moine voulait danser!Un capuchon je lui donneraisUn capuchon je lui donnerais Refrain Danse, mon moine danse! Tu n'entends pas la danse

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Tu n'entends pas mon moulin, lon la Tu n'entends pas mon moulin marcher.Ah! Si mon moine voulait danser!Ah! Si mon moine voulait danser!Un ceinturon je lui donneraisUn ceinturon je lui donnerais.Ah! Si mon moine voulait danser!Ah! Si mon moine voulait danser!Un chapelet je lui donneraisUn chapelet je lui donnerais.Ah! Si mon moine voulait danser!Ah! Si mon moine voulait danser!Un froc de bur' je lui donneraisUn froc de bur' je lui donnerais.Ah! Si mon moine voulait danser!Ah! Si mon moine voulait danser!Un beau psautier je lui donneraisUn beau psautier je lui donnerais.S'il n'avait fait voeu de pauvretéS'il n'avait fait voeu de pauvretéBien d'autres chose je lui donneraisBien d'autres chose je lui donnerais.

Auprès de ma BlondeThis song first appeared in 1704 under the title Le Prisonnier d'Hollande, the lament of a young Frenchwoman whose husband or fiancé has become a prisoner in the War of the Spanish Succession (1701-1714). It quickly gained immense popularity among French soldiers, who could be heard singing it from the Battle of Denain (1712) to the Madagascar Expedition (1895) and into the First World War. The stanzas are sung from the viewpoint of the woman, while the chorus reflects the longing of the prisoner (and the campaigning soldier) to be with his blonde, a slang term for girlfriend or lover. The song is in the popular chanson à répéter format, in which a lead singer does a line which is immediately repeated by the mass of troops, who also join in on the chorus. Thus, only

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one man in the company actually needs to know the lyrics by heart, for all to be able to sing.Chorus:

Auprès de ma blondeQu'il fait bon, fait bon, fait bonAuprès de ma blonde,Qu'il fait bon dormir.Au jardin de mon père, les lilas sont fleuris,Au jardin de mon père, les lilas sont fleuris,Tous les oiseaux du monde y viennent faire leur nid.

(Chorus)Tous les oiseaux du monde y viennent faire leur nid, [repeat]La caille, la tourterelle, et la jolie perdrix.

(Chorus)La caille, la tourterelle, et la jolie perdrix,Et ma jolie colombe, qui chante jour et nuit.

(Chorus)Et ma jolie colombe, qui chate jour et nuit,Qui chante pour les filles qui n'ont pas de mari.

(Chorus)Qui chante pour les filles qui n'ont pas de mari,Pour moi ne chante guère, car j'en ai un joli.

(Chorus)Pour moi ne chante guère, car j'en ai un joli."Dites-moi donc, la belle, où est votre mari?"

(Chorus)"Dites-moi donc, la belle, où est votre mari?"Il est dans la Hollande, les hollandais l'ont pris.

(Chorus)Il est dans la Hollande, les hollandais l'ont pris."Que donneriez-vous, belle, pour avoir votre mari?"

(Chorus)"Que donneriez-vous, belle, pour avoir votre mari?"Je donnerai Versailles, Paris et Saint-Denis.

(Chorus)Je donnerai Versailles, Paris et Saint-Denis,Les tours de Notre-Dame, les cloches de mon pays.Close to my girl, how good, how good, how good it is,Close to my girl, how good it is to sleep.

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In my father's garden, the lilacs are in bloom.All the birds of the world come there to make their nest.The quail, the turtle-dove, and the pretty partridge,And my pretty dove that sings both day and night,That sings for the girls that have no husband.No need to sing for me, for I've a handsome one."Tell me then, beauty, where is your husband?"He is in Holland, the Dutch have captured him."What would you give, beauty, to have your husband back?"I'd give Versailles, Paris, and Saint-Denis,The towers of Notre-Dame, all the bells of my land.

En roulant ma boule

En roulant ma boule roulantEn roulant ma bouleEn roulant ma boule roulantEn roulant ma boule.Derrièr' chez nous, ya-t-un étangEn roulant ma bouleDerrièr' chez nous, ya-t-un étangEn roulant ma bouleTrois beaux canards s'en vont baingantRouli, roulant, ma boule roulantEn roulant ma boule roulantEn roulant ma boule.Trois beaux canards s'ent vont baignantEn roulant ma bouleTrois beaux canards s'ent vont baignantEn roulant ma bouleLe fils du roi s'en va chassant.Rouli, roulant, ma boule roulantEn roulant ma boule roulantEn roulant ma boule.Le fils du roi s'en va chassantEn roulant ma bouleLe fils du roi s'en va chassantEn roulant ma bouleAvec son grand fusil d'argent.Rouli, roulant, ma boule roulantEn roulant ma boule roulantEn roulant ma boule.Avec son grand fusil d'argentEn roulant ma bouleAvec son grand fusil d'argent

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En roulant ma bouleVisa le noir, tua le blanc.Rouli, roulant, ma boule roulantEn roulant ma boule roulantEn roulant ma boule.Visa le noir, tua le blancO fils du roi, tu es méchant!(Refrain)O fils du roi, tu es méchant!D'avoir tué mon canard blanc.(Refrain)D'avoir tué mon canard blancPar dessous l'aile il perd son sang.(Refrain)Par dessous l'aile il perd son sangPar les yeux lui sor'nt des diamants.RefrainPar les yeux lui sor'nt des diamantsEt par le bec l'or et l'argent.RefrainEt par le bec l'or et l'argentToutes ses plum's s'en vont au vent.RefrainToutes ses plum's s'en vont au ventTrois dam's s'en vont les ramassant.RefrainTrois dam's s'en vont les ramassantC'est pour en faire un lit de camp.RefrainC'est pour en faire un lit de campPour y coucher tous les passants.Refrain

VENT FRAISVent frais, vent du matin,

Soulevant le sommet des grands pins.

Joie du vent qui souffle, allons dans le grand … V'la l'bon ventV'la l'bon vent, v'la l'joli ventV'la l'bon vent m'amie m'appelleV'la l'bon vent, v'la l'joli ventV'la l'bon vent m'amie m'attendDerrier chez nous y'a t'un etang (2x)Trois beaux canards s'en vont baignantTrois beaux canards s'en vont baignantLe fils du roi s'en va chassant

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Le fils du roi s'en va chassantAvec son grand fusil d'argentAvec son grand fusil d'argentVisa le noir, tua le blancVisa le noir, tua le blancOh fils du roi, tu est mechantOh fils du roi, tu est mechantD'avoir tuer mon canard blanc

À la claire fontaine

À la claire fontaineM'en allant promener,J'ai trouvé l'eau si belleQue je m'y suis baigné.Lui ya longtemps que je t'aimeJamais je ne t'oublierai.J'ai trouvé l'eau si belleQue je m'y suis baigné;Sous les feuilles d'un chéneJe me suis fait sécher.Lui ya longtemps que je t'aimeJamais je ne t'oublierai.Sur la plus haute brancheLe rossignol chantait.Chante, rossignol, chante,Toi qui as le coeur gai.Lui ya longtemps que je t'aimeJamais je ne t'oublierai.Tu as le coeur à rire,Moi je l'ai-t-à pleurer;J'ai perdu ma maîtresseSans l'avoir mérité.Lui ya longtemps que je t'aimeJamais je ne t'oublierai.Pour un bouquet de rosesQue je lui refusai.Je voudrais que la roseFût encore au rosier.Lui ya longtemps que je t'aimeJamais je ne t'oublierai.Je voudrais que la roseFût encore au rosier,Et moi et ma maîtresseDans les mêm's amitiés.

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Lui ya longtemps que je t'aimeJamais je ne t'oublierai.

J'entends le moulin

Refrain J'entends le moulin Tique, tique, taque J'entends le moulin, taque.Mon père a fait bâtir maisonJ'entends le moulin taqueL'a fait bâtir à trois pignonsTique, tique, tique, taque.Sont trois charpentiers qui la font,J'entends le moulin taque, Mais le plus jeun', c'est mon mignon,Tique, tique, tique, taque.Qu'apportes-tu, mon p'tit fripon?J'entends le moulin taqueC'est un pâté de trois pigeonsTique, tique, tique, taque.Asseyons-nous et le mangeonsJ'entends le moulin taqueEn s'asseyant, il fit un bondTique, tique, tique, taque.En s'asseyant, il fit un bondJ'entends le moulin taqueQui fit trembler mer et poissonsTique, tique, tique, taque.Qui fit trembler mer et poissons,J'entends le moulin taqueEt les cailloux qui sont au fondTique, tique, tique, taque.

Chevaliers de la table ronde

Chevaliers de la table ronde,Goûtons voir si le vin est bon. (bis)Goûtons voir, oui oui oui,Goû-tons voir, non non non,Goûtons voir, si le vin est bon. (bis)S'il est bon, s'il est agréable,J'en boirai jusqu'à mon plaisir. (bis)J'en boirai, oui oui oui,J'en boirai, non non non,J'en boirai jusqu'à mon plaisir. (bis)J'en boirai cinq à six bouteilles,Une femme sur les genoux. (bis)

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Une femme, oui oui oui,Une femme, non non non,Une femme sur les genoux. (bis)Si je meurs, je veux qu'on m'enterre,Dans une cave où y a du bon vin. (bis)Dans une cave, oui oui oui,Dans une cave, non non non,Dans une cave, où y a du bon vin. (bis)Les deux pieds contre la muraille,Et la tête sous le robinet. (bis)Et la tête, oui oui oui,Et la tête, non non non,Et la tête, sous le robinet. (bis)Sur ma tombe, je veux qu'on inscrive,Ici gît le roi des buveurs. (bis)Ici gît, oui oui oui,Ici gît, non non non,Ici gît, le roi des buveurs. (bis)Et la morale de cette histoire,Est qu'il faut boire avant d'mourir. (bis)Est qu'il faut, oui oui oui,Est qu'il faut, non non non,Est qu'il faut, boire avant d'mourir. (bis) The RiverMen

We had our share of the wine and beerGood food and homemade breadDanced till dawn with the finest galsAnd slept on feather bed Now the black flies are driving me madWith their buzzing in my earIt’s a damn fine day ‘cause we’re on our wayTo the heart of the last frontier Sing it out boys feel her pull youOnward to the roaring foamSwing your paddles, stick those gunnelsGive her all boys and drive her homeFrom the shore the white throat hails usSinging sweet and clearBut the rest will come when the light is done,We’re the men of the last frontier. It’s fifty miles a day or bustIt’s fifty miles we’ll makeThe sweat is pouring off my brow

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And my town fat muscles acheI curse the chief who drives us forthWith his shouting in my earBut there is no place I would rather beThan the heart of the last frontier Sing it out boys feel her pull youOnward to the roaring foamSwing your paddles, lick those gunnelsGive her all boys and drive her homeFrom the shore the white throat hails usSinging sweet and clearBut the rest will come when the light is done,We’re the men of the last frontier. The roaring foam is approaching fastNo time to catch my breathWith the chiefs wild yell we plunge aheadInto the jaws of deathAs the first great foamburg crashes byI remember why I’m hereIt’s the only place that I feel aliveIt’s the heart of the last frontier Sing it out boysLift your voicesFell the current pull you onMany miles we still must travelTime to rest when the day is doneFrom the shore the white throat hails usSinging sweet and clearWe’ll paddle on till we’re dead and goneWe’re the men of the last frontierYes we’ll paddle on till we’re dead and goneWe’re the men of the last frontier.

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A Ballad of New Scotland

Let's away to new Scotland, where Plenty sits queenO'er as happy a country as ever was seenShe blesses her subjects both little and greatWith each a good house and a pretty estate.Derry down, downDown, derry down.There's wood and there's water, there's wild fowl and tameIn the forest good ven'son, good fish in the streamGood grass for our cattle, good land for our ploughGood wheat to be reaped, and good barley to mow.Derry down, downDown, derry down.No landlords are there the poor tenants to teaseNo lawyers to bully, nor stewards to seizeBut each honest fellow's a landlord, and daresTo spend on himself the whole fruit of his cares.Derry down, downDown, derry down.They've no duties on candles, no taxes on maltNor do they, as we do, pay sauce for their saltBut all is as free as in those times of oldWhen poets assure us the age was of gold.Derry down, downDown, derry down.A tune from 1750 England extolling the virtues ofthe New Scotland, specifically the settlement ofthe Town of Halifax in 1749.

She's Like The SwallowShe's like the swallow that flies so highShe's like the river that never runs dryShe's like the sunshine on the lee shoreI love my love and love is no more.Twas out in the garden this fair maid did goA-picking the beautiful prim-roseThe more she plucked, the more she pulled

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Until she got her apron full.It's out of those roses she made a bedA stony pillow for her headShe laid her down, no word she spokeUntil this fair maid's heart was broke.She's like the swallow that flies so highShe's like the river that never runs dryShe's like the sunshine on the lee shoreI love my love and love is no more.

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The Skye Boat SongChorus:Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing,Onward! the sailors cry;Carry the lad that's born to be KingOver the sea to Skye.Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar,Thunderclaps rend the air;Baffled, our foes stand by the shore,Follow they will not dare.ChorusThough the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep,Ocean's a royal bed.Rocked in the deep, Flora will keepWatch by your weary head.ChorusMany's the lad fought on that day,Well the Claymore could wield,When the night came, silently layDead in Culloden's field.ChorusBurned are their homes, exile and deathScatter the loyal men;Yet ere the sword cool in the sheathCharlie will come again.

Will Ye No Come Back Again?

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Bonniey Charlie's noo awaSafely oer the friendly main;Mony a heart will break in twa,Should he no come back again.Will ye no come back again?Will ye no come back again?Better loed ye canna be;Will ye no come back again?Ye trusted in your Hielan men,They trusted you dear Charlie!They kent your hiding in the glen,Death and exile braving.English bribes were a in vainTho puir and puirer we mun be;Siller canna buy the heartThat aye beats warm for thine an thee.We watched thee in the gloamin hour;We watched thee in the mornin grey;Though thirty thousand pounds they gie,Oh, there is nane that would betray!Sweet's the laverock's note an lang,Liltin wildly up the glen;But aye to me he sings a sang,"Will ye no come back again?" Ae Fond KissAe fond kiss and then we sever;Ae fareweel, and then for ever!Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.

Who shall say that Fortune grieves him,While the star of hope she leaves him?Me, nae cheerful twinkle lights me;Dark despair around benights me.

I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy,Naething could resist my Nancy:But to see her was to love her;Love but her, and love for ever.

Had we never lov'd sae kindly,Had we never lov'd sae blindly,Never met - or never parted,We had ne'er been broken-hearted.

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Fare-thee-weel, though first and fairest!Fare-thee-weel, though best and dearest!Thine be ilka joy and treasure,Peace, Enjoyment, Love and Pleasure!

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!Ae fareweel, alas, for ever!Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.

By Robert Burns

This song was written by Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scotland's greatest popular poet. The words may be seditiously Jacobite (the white cockade was worn by the followers of Bonnie Prince Charlie in 1745), but what Scot can resist them? Even a heavy-jowled Sassenach will step lively when this tune is played!

The White Cockadehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-v3qM24EwVI

My love was born in Aberdeen,The bonniest lad that e'er was seen;But now he makes our hearts fu' sad,He's ta'en the field wi' his white cockade.Chorus:O he's a rantin', rovin' blade,He's a brisk and a bonny lad,Betide what may, my heart is glad,To see my lad wi' his white cockade!Oh, leeze me on the philabeg,The hairy hough and garten'd leg;But aye the thing that binds my ee,The white cockade aboun the bree!(Chorus)I'll sell my rock, I'll sell my reel,My rippling-kame and spinning-wheel,To buy my lad a tartan plaid,A broadsword, dirk, and white cockade!

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(Chorus)I'll sell my rokelay and my tow,My good grey mare and hawkit cow,That every loyal Buchan ladMay tak' the field wi' the white cockade!(Chorus)O he's a rantin' rovin' blade,He's a brisk and a bonny lad,Betide what may, I will be wed,And follow the boy wi' the white cockade!Leeze me on: I am delighted byPhilabeg: kiltHough: back of the kneeGarten'd: garteredAye: alwaysEe: eyeAboun: aboveBree: browRock: distaffRippling-kame: carding-combRokelay: a short cloakTow: flaxHawkit: white-spotted

Donald McGillivrayDonald's gane up the hill hard and hungryDonald's cam doon the hill wild and angryDonald will clear the gowk's nest cleverlyHere's to the King and to Donald McGillivrayCome like a weibach, Donald McGillivrayCome like a weibach, Donald McGillivrayBalance them fair and balance them cleverlyAff wi' the counterfeit, Donald McGillivray

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Donald's run up the hill but his tether, manAs he were wud, or stinged wi' an ether, manWhen he comes back there's some will look merrilyHere's to King James and to Donald McGillivrayCome like a weaver, Donald McGillivrayCome like a weaver, Donald McGillivrayPack on your back an elward sae cleverlyGie them fu' measure, my Donald McGillivray

Donald has foughten wi' reif and rogueryDonald has dinnered wi' banes an' beggaryBetter it were for Whigs and WhiggeryMeeting the Devil than Donald McGillivray Come like a tailor, Donald McGillivrayCome like a tailor, Donald McGillivrayPush about in and out and thimble them cleverlyHere's to King James and to Donald McGillivray

Donald's the caller that brooks no tanglednessWhiggin' and Priggin' and a' newfanglednessThey maun be gane -- he winna' be baukit manHe maun hae justice or faith, he'll tak' it, manCome like a cobbler, Donald McGillivrayCome like a cobbler, Donald McGillivrayBeat them and bore them and handle them cleverlyUp wi' King James and wi' Donald McGillivray

Donald was mumpit wi' mirds and mockeryDonald was blinded wi' blads o' propertyArles ran high but makings were naething, manLord how Donald is flying and fretting, manCome like the Devil, Donald McGillivrayCome like the Devil, Donald McGillivraySkelp them and scaud them that proud sae unbrotherlyUp wi' King James and wi' Donald McGillivray!

Glossary:gouk's nest--cuckoo's nest--but a gouk's also a foolweighbauk--scalesbut his tether--without/off his leashwud, or stang'd wit' an ether, man--mad, or stung with an adderelwand--rod that measures an ell, a length of measure no longer usedcallan that brooks nae tangleness--a fine fellow who doesn't hold with schemeswinna be baukit--won't be balked, held backlingel--a shoemaker's threadmumpit wi' mirds--lulled with flatteryArles--ThrashingSkelp them and scauld them- chastise (specifically a slap with the flat of the hand) and scold them

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“Sam Hall”An old English folk song about a bitterly unrepentant criminal condemned to death (Roud #369). Prior to the mid 19th century it was called “Jack Hall”, after an infamous English thief, who was hanged in 1707 at Tyburn. Jack Hall’s parents sold him as a climbing boy for one guinea, which is why most versions of the song identify Sam or Jack Hall as a chimney sweep.Oh me name it is Sam Hall chimney sweep, chimney sweepOh me name it is Sam Hall chimney sweepOh me name it is Sam Hall and I've robbed both great and smallAnd my neck will pay for all when I die, when I dieAnd my neck will pay for all when I die I have twenty pounds in store, that's not all, that's not allI have twenty pounds in store, that's not allI have twenty pounds in store and I'll rob for twenty moreFor the rich must help the poor, so must I, so must IFor the rich must help the poor, so must I Oh they brought me to Cootehill in a cart, in a cartOh they brought me to Cootehill in a cartOh they brought me to Cootehill there I stopped to make my willFor the best of friends must part, so must I, so must IFor the best of friends must part, so must I Up the ladder I did grope, that's no joke, that's no jokeUp the ladder I did grope, that's no jokeUp the ladder I did grope and the hangman pulled the ropeOh a ne'er a word I spoke, tumbling down, tumbling downOh a ne'er a word I spoke tumbling down

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Oh me name it is Sam Hall chimney sweep, chimney sweepOh me name it is Sam Hall chimney sweepOh me name it is Sam Hall and I hate ye's one and allYou're a bunch of muggers all, damn your eyes, damn your eyesYou're a bunch of muggers all, damn your eyes. Old Dun Cow

words and music Harry WincottSome friends and I in a public house Was playing a game of chance one night When into the pub a fireman ran His face all a chalky white. "What's up", says Brown, "Have you seen a ghost, Or have you seen your Aunt Mariah?" "Me Aunt Mariah be buggered!", says he, "The bleedin' pub's on fire!"And there was Brown upside down Lappin'' up the whiskey on the floor. "Booze, booze!" The firemen cried As they came knockin' on the door (clap clap) Oh don't let 'em in till it's all drunk up And somebody shouted MacIntyre! MACINTYRE! And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk When the Old Dun Cow caught fire."Oh well," says Brown, "What a bit of luck. Everybody follow me. And it's down to the cellar If the fire's not there Then we'll have a grand old spree." So we went on down after good old Brown The booze we could not miss And we hadn't been there ten minutes or more Till we were quite pissed.Then, Smith walked over to the port wine tub And gave it just a few hard knocks (clap clap) Started takin' off his pantaloons Likewise his shoes and socks. "Hold on, " says Brown, "that ain't allowed

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Ya cannot do that thing here. Don't go washin' trousers in the port wine tub When we got Guinness beer."Then there came from the old back doorThe Vicar of the local church.And when he saw our drunken ways,He began to scream and curse."Ah, you drunken sods! You heathen clods!You've taken to a drunken spree!You drank up all the Benedictine wineAnd you didn't save a drop for me!"And then there came a mighty crash Half the bloody roof caved in. We were almost drowned in the firemen's hose But still we were gonna stay.So we got some tacks and some old wet sacks And we nailed ourselves inside And we sat drinking the finest RumTill we were bleary-eyed.Later that night, when the fire was outWe came up from the cellar below.Our pub was burned. Our booze was drunk.Our heads was hanging low."Oh look", says Brown with a look quite queer.Seems something raised his ire."Now we gotta get down to Murphy's Pub,It closes on the hour!"

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