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Bert Jansch : The Black Swan
2006

  1. The Black Swan
  2. Katie Cruel
  3. My Pocket's Empty
  4. Watch The Stars
  5. The Old Triangle

The Black Swan

Bm
Asus2
E
E
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Bm
Asus2
Travelling on space highway
Bm
Asus2
Three long years to this day
Bm
Asus2
A billion, million, trillion miles
E
Bm
Home is a long, long way away From bow to stern she's 20 miles long Ten miles high and wide A beautiful swan in a silent sea No water to slow her down Sometimes it seems we're motionless Caught between time and space Other tiny star systems rush headlong by Stallions must win the race No earthly sound can penetrate This black and endless void Only thoughts and dreams of the unborn babes Where your body and fill your mind Every day down those quiet canyons Like a love that's for the stars And people that shop at the market place And the ship loads ever, ever on If ever we come to our promised land Gotta take the shuttle ground For the black swan never ever wants to rest Never stops to say goodbye

Katie Cruel

<Trad; Roud 1645>
Capo:
II
Taken from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Gul-c5nzw4
Em(vii) x79x80
Bm(vii) x9070x or 9x090x ???
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Em
Bm
|
x4
Em(vii)
Bm
When I first came to town
Em
Bm
D
They called me the roving jewel
Em
/f#
G
Now they've changed their tune
Dsus2
Em
They call me Katie Cruel Through the woods I go And through the boggy mire Straight way down the road 'Til I come to my heart's desire If I was where I would be Then I would be where I am not Here I am where I must be Where I would, I can not When I first came to town They brought me drinks plenty Now they've changed their tune Then bring me the bottles empty If I was where I would be Then I would be where I am not Here I am where I must be Where I would, I can not

My Pocket's Empty

<Incredible String Band>
Ab7 4x454x (or 466544 with a barre)
Fm7 1x3141 (barre)
D9 x00235
C
Ab7
My pocket's empty, baby
C
C7
Singing the blues for you
F
Fm7
My pocket's empty, baby
Dm
(
D9
)
G7
You know I loved you true
C
Ab7
Even my old kettle
Ab7
C
Is whistling the blues for you
G7
C
(
Am
) Back again I'm still waitin'
G7
Am
Back again with you The nights are lonely baby I need you all the time I am lonely baby Need your lips on mine Even my old kettle Is whistling the blues for you Back again I'm still waitin' I'm goin' back again with you My pockets empty baby Singing the blues for you My pockets empty baby You know I loved you true Even my old kettle Is whistling the blues for you Back again I'm still waitin' I'm goin' back again with you Back again I'm still waitin' I'm goin' back again with you

Watch The Stars

<Trad>
Watch the stars, see how they roam Watch the stars, see how they roam The stars gonna roam At the setting of the sun Watch the stars, see how they roam Watch the wind, see how it blows Watch the wind, see how it blows The wind gonna blow At the setting of the sun Watch the wind, see how it blows Watch the moon, see how it glows Watch the moon, see how it glows The moon is gonna glow At the setting of the sun Watch the moon, see how it glows Watch the stars, see how they roam Watch the stars, see how they roam The stars gonna roam At the setting of the sun Watch the stars, see how they roam

The Old Triangle

<Dick Shannon>
Tuning: DADGAD
Capo:
II
 A hungry feeling came o'er me stealing And the mice they were squealing in my prison cell Oh, the old triangle goes jingle jangle Along the banks of the Royal Canal To begin the morning the screw was bawling "Get out of bed, clean out your cell" And the old triangle and jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal On a fine spring evening the lag was dreaming And seagulls wheeling high above the wall And the old triangle, it goes jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal Oh, the female prison, it's got seventy women And it's there that I would rather dwell And the old triangle goes jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal And a hungry feeling came o'er me stealing And the mice they were squealing in my prison cell Oh, the old triangle, it goes jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal