Bob Dylan : Misc Trad

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)

The following figure appears between verses:

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In Charlotte town, not far from here

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There was a fair maid dwellin'

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And her name was known both far and near

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And her name was Barb'ry Allen 'Twas in the merry month of May Green buds they were swellin' Poor William on his deathbed lay For the love of Barb'ry Allen He sent his man down to town To the place that she was dwellin' Sayin', "Master bids your company If your name is Barb'ry Allen" Oh slowly, slowly she got up To the place where he was lyin' And when she pulled the curtain back Said, "Young man, I believe you're dying!" "Oh yes, oh yes, I'm very sick And I shall never get better Unless I have the love of one The love of Barb'ry Allen" "Don't you remember not long ago The day down in the tavern? You toasted all the ladies there But you slighted Barb'ry Allen" "Oh yes, oh yes, I remember well That day down in the tavern I toasted all the ladies there But I gave my heart to Barb'ry Allen" She looked to the East, she looked to the West She saw his pale corpse a-comin' Cryin', "Put him down and leave him there So I might gaze upon him" The more she gazed, the more she mourned Until she burst out cryin' Sayin', "I beg you come and take him away For my heart now too is dyin'!" "Oh, father, father, come dig my grave Dig it wide an' narrow Poor William died for me today I'll die for him tomorrow" They buried him in the old churchyard They buried her beside him And from his heart grew a red, red rose And from her heart a briar They grew, they grew so awful high Till they could grow no higher An' 'twas there they tied a lover's knot The red rose and the briar In Charlotte town, not far from here There was a maid a-dwellin' Had a name was known both far and near An' her name was Barb'ry Allen

Recorded and filmed by Bob Dylan w/band for Masked and Anonymous (2003)

Diamond Joe was the name of a steamboat that ran on the upper Mississippi in the

period 1864-83, owned by "Diamond Joe" Reynolds.

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Diamond Joe come and get me, my wife done quit me

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Diamond Joe, you better come and get me, Diamond Joe Gonna buy me a jug of rum, gonna give my baby some Diamond Joe, you better come and get me, Diamond Joe Diamond Joe come and get me, my wife done quit me Diamond Joe, you better come and get me, Diamond Joe

Instrumental verse

Gonna buy me a jug of whiskey, gonna make my baby frisky Diamond Joe, you better come and get me, Diamond Joe Diamond Joe come and get me, my wife done quit me Diamond Joe, you better come and get me, Diamond Joe

Instrumental verse

Gonna buy me a sack of flour, cook hot-cakes by the hour Diamond Joe, you better come and get me, Diamond Joe Diamond Joe come and get me, my wife done quit me Diamond Joe, you better come and get me, Diamond Joe

Instrumental verse x2

Diamond Joe come and get me, my wife done quit me Diamond Joe, you better come and get me, Diamond Joe Diamond Joe come and get me, my wife done quit me Diamond Joe, you better come and get me, Diamond Joe

Alternately lower and raise all the fingers in a steady rhythmical pattern:

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If I had wings like Noah's dove

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I'd fly the river to the one I love

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Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well I had a man who was long and tall Moved his body like a cannonball Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well Remember one evening was drizzling rain And round my heart I felt an aching pain Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well Once I wore my apron low Couldn't keep you away from my door Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well Now my apron is up to my chin You'll pass my door but you'll never come in Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well Mighty river runs muddy and wild Can't care the bloody for my unborn child Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well Number nine train done no harm Number nine train, take my poor baby home Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well Fastest man I ever saw Was in Missouri on the way to Arkansas Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well

Played by Bob Dylan and band in Masked and Anonymous (2003)

C

I wish I was in the land of cotton

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Old times there are not forgotten

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Look away, look away

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Look away, Dixieland In Dixieland where I was born Early on one frosty morning Look away, Look away Look away, Dixieland

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I wish I was in Dixie, away, away

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In Dixieland I'll take my stand

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To live and die in Dixie

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Away, away, away down south in Dixie

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Away, away, away down south in Dixie

Instrumental verse

In Dixieland where I was born Early on one frosty morn Look away, Look away Look away, Dixieland I wish I was in Dixie, away, away In Dixieland I'll take my stand To live and die in Dixie Away, away, away down south in Dixie Away, away, away down south in Dixie

Recorded at the David Bromberg sessions, June 1992.

A

Well it's twinkle, twinkle, little star

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Along comes Brady in his 'lectric car

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Got a mean look right in his eye

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He gonna shoot somebody just to watch him die

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A

And he been on the job too long Well, Duncan, Duncan was tending the bar Along came Brady with his shiny star Well, Brady says "Duncan, you're under arrest" Then Duncan shot a hole right in Brady's chest Yes, he been on the job too long Well, Brady, Brady, Brady, well you know you done wrong Breakin' in here while my game's goin' on Bustin' down the window, bustin' down the door Now you lyin' dead on the barroom floor Well, you've been on the job too long

Instrumental verse

Old King Brady was a big, fat man Doctor reached out, and he grabbed hold of his hand Felt for the pulse, the doctor he said "I believe to my soul, king Brady's dead" Guess he'd been on the job too long Well, that rubber-tired carriage standing around Taking Brady to the burial ground High tailed carriages, rubber-tired hack Well, they took him to the graveyard but didn't bring him back And he'd been on the job too long When the women all heard King Brady was dead They all go and they'd be re-ragged in red Come slippin' and a-slidin', shufflin' down the street In their big mother hubbards and their stockin' feet He been on the job too long

Instrumental verse

Repeat second verse

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Twinkle, twinkle, little star

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'Long comes Brady in his 'lectric car Got a mean look right in his eye

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Gonna shoot somebody just to watch him die

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He been on the job too long Duncan, Duncan was tending the bar 'Long came Brady with his shiny star "Duncan," said Brady, "you are under arrest" Duncan shot a hole right in Brady's chest He been on the job too long Old King Brady was a big, fat man Doctor looked down, and took hold of his hand Reached for his pulse, the doctor said "I believe to my soul, king Brady, you're dead" He been on the job too long Up upon the hillside, eight hundred at hand Vases of roses standing around [...] horses and a rubber-tired hack Bring him down to the graveyard, it won't bring him back He been on the job too long When the women all heard King Brady was dead They went home and they'd be re-ragged in red Slippin' and a-slidin', shufflin' down the street In their big mother hubbards and their stockin' feet He been on the job too long "Brady, Brady, Brady, you know you done wrong Breakin' in here when this game's goin' on Bustin' down the window, tearin' down the door Now you lyin' dead on the barroom floor You been on the job too long" Twinkle, twinkle, little star 'Long comes Brady in his 'lectric car Got a mean look in his eye Gonna shoot somebody just to watch him die He been on the job too long

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He been on the job too long

Recorded by Dylan with Earl Scruggs for a documentary.

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D7

I was born in East Virginia

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D

North Carolina I did go

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There I met the fairest maiden

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And my age I did not know Her hair it was the darkest colour Cheeks they were a-ruby red On her breast she wore a white lily Where I longed to lay my head I'd rather be in some dark hollow Where the sun don't ever shine Than to see you love another And to know you'll never be mine I don't want your green back dollar I don't want your diamond ring All I want is your love, darling Won't you take me back again? Won't you take me back again?

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It was down by Christ Church that I first met with Annie

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A neat little girl and not a bit shy

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She told me her father, who came from Dungannon

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Would take her back home in the sweet bye-and-bye

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And what's it to any man, whether or no

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Whether I'm easy, or whether I'm true

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As I lifted her petticoat, easy and slow

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And I rolled back my sleeve to unbuckle her shoe Was first down Thomas Street and then down to the Liffey The sun had gone down and the evening grew dark Down by King's Bridge, and by God in a jiffy My arms were around her, beyond in the park And what's it to any man, whether or no Whether I'm easy, or whether I'm true As I lifted her petticoat, easy and slow And I rolled back my sleeve to unbuckle her shoe Now in city or country, a girl is a jewel And well-built for gripping, as most of them are But any young man would be really a fool To try it the first time and go a bit far And what's it to any man, whether or no Whether I'm easy, or whether I'm true As I lifted her petticoat, easy and slow And I rolled back my sleeve for to buckle her shoe Now if by chance you're in the town of Dungannon You might search till your eyeballs are empty and blind Be you sitting or walking or running or standing Another like Annie you never will find And what's it to any man, whether or no Whether I'm easy, or whether I'm true As I lifted her petticoat, easy and slow And I rolled back my sleeve for to buckle her shoe

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There is a valley fair, Eileen Aroon

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There is a cottage there, Eileen Aroon

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Far in the valley shade

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I know a tender maid

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Flower of the hazel glade, Eileen Aroon What would her lover do, Eileen Aroon? If she was no longer true, Eileen Aroon? Fly with a broken chain Far 'cross the sounding main Never to love again, Eileen Aroon Who in the time so fleet, Eileen Aroon? Who in the song so sweet, Eileen Aroon? Dearer her charms to me Dearer her laughter free Dearer her constancy, Eileen Aroon Youth will in time decay, Eileen Aroon Beauty must fade away, Eileen Aroon Castles are sacked in war Chieftains are scattered far Truth is a fixed star, Eileen Aroon

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There is a valley fair, Eileen Aroon

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There is a cottage there, Eileen Aroon

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Far in the valley shade

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I know a tender maid

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Flower of the hazel glade, Eileen Aroon

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'Twas in the year of eighty-two

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In the springtime of the year

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I left my mother and a home so dear

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All for that girl on the green briar shore My mother she says, "Son, don't go Don't leave me home alone Don't leave your mother and a home so dear Never trust a girl on the green briar shore" But I was young and reckless too And I craved a reckless life I left my mother and a home so dear And I took that girl to be my wife Her hair was dark and curly too And her lovin' eyes were blue Her cheeks were like the red red rose That girl I loved from the green briar shore The years rolled on and the months rolled by She left me all alone Now I remember what my mama said "Never trust a girl on the green briar shore"

Resembles Muddy Waters' Louisiana Blues, and Dylan's own (trad.) Whichita

Recorded by Bob Dylan during the first Freewheelin' session, 24-Apr-1962

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I'm goin' down to New Orleans, baby, behind the rising sun

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Goin' down to New Orleans, baby, behind the rising sun

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Lord, I've just found out, my trouble has just begun Oh, went to see a gypsy woman, have my fortune told Went to see that gypsy woman, have my fortune told (have my fortune told) She said: "You're a good boy, Bobby. Man, you just got a bad luck soul" I got a 32 special built on a cross of wood I got a 32 special built on a cross of wood I got a 38-20, well, it's twice as good I'm goin' down to New Orleans, mama, with my head in my hand Goin' down to New Orleans, mama, with my head in my hand Now, I hate to leave you, but you just don't understand I'm goin' down to New Orleans, baby, behind the rising sun Goin' down to New Orleans, baby, behind the rising sun Lord, I've just found out, my trouble has just begun I know, it makes no sense, but that's what it sounds like

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There was a little ship

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And it sailed along the sea

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And the name of the ship was the golden vanity *

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And she sailed in the low and lonesome ocean

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And she sailed in the lonesome sea There was another ship sailing along the sea And the name of that ship was the Turkish Revelry* And sailing down that low and lonesome ocean Sailing in the lonesome sea There was a cabin boy he said what would you give to me If I swim alongside of the Turkish Revelry* And sink her in the low and lonesome ocean If I sink her in the lonesome sea Well, I will give you gold and I will give you land And my own lovely daughter she'll be at your command If you sink her in the low and lonesome ocean If you sink her in the lonesome sea He bowed his breath, overboard jumped he And he swum 'til he came to the Turkish Revelry Sailing in the low and lonesome ocean Sailing in the lonesome sea He had a little tool, an auger meant to bore And drilled nine holes in that ship's floor Then he sunk it the low and lonesome ocean He sunk it in the lonesome sea And he bowed his breath, back swam he And he swum 'til he came to the Golden Vanity Sailing in the low and lonesome ocean Sailing in the lonesome sea O' captain will you be as good as your word And throw down a line and take me up on board I'm sinking in that low and lonesome ocean Sinking in that lonesome sea No, I'll not be as good as my word I'll not throw down a line or to take you back on board You'll gonna sink in that low and lonesome ocean Sink in that lonesome sea If it wasn't for the love that I have onto your men I would do onto you like I done onto them I'd sink you in the low and lonesome ocean Sink you in that lonesome sea So he bowed his breath and down went he He swam 'til he came to pass down with [...] And he sunk in that low and lonesome ocean He sunk in that lonesome sea

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)

Capo:

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. . . Oh, I wish I was in London

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Or some other seaport town

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I'd put my foot on a steamboat

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. . . I'd sail the ocean round

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While sailing round the ocean While sailing round the sea I'd think of handsome Molly Wherever she might be Don't you remember, Molly You gave me your right hand? You said if ever you'd marry I'd be your man But you broke your promise Go with whom you please My poor heart is aching You are at your ease I went to church last Sunday Molly came ridin' by I could tell her mind was changing By the rovin' of her eye I'll go down to the river When everyone's asleep I'll think of handsome Molly An' I'll begin to weep So I wish I was in London Or some other seaport town I'd put my foot on a steamboat I'd sail the ocean round

Capo:

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Intro:

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He was a friend of mine He was a friend of mine

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Every time I think about him now

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Lord I just can't keep from cryin'

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'Cause he was a friend of mine He died on the road He died on the road He never had enough money To pay his room or board And he was a friend of mine I stole away and cried I stole away and cried 'Cause I never had too much money And I never been quite satisfied And he was a friend of mine He never done no wrong He never done no wrong A thousand miles from home And he never harmed no one And he was a friend of mine He was a friend of mine He was a friend of mine Every time I hear his name Lord I just can't keep from cryin' 'Cause he was a friend of mine

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)

Often (in the

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Well met, well met, my own true love

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Well met, well met, cried she

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I've just returned from the salt, salt sea

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And it's all for the love of thee I could have married a King's daughter there She would have married me But I have forsaken my King's daughter there It's all for the love of thee Well, if you could have married a King's daughter there I'm sure you're the one to blame For I am married to a house carpenter And I'm sure he's a fine young man Forsake, forsake your house carpenter And come away with me I'll take you to where the green grass grows On the shores of sunny Italy So up she picked her babies three And gave them kisses, one, two, three Saying "take good care of your daddy while I'm gone And keep him good company" Well, they were sailin' about two weeks I'm sure it was not three When the younger of the girls, she came on deck Sayin' she wants company "Well, are you weepin' for your house and home? Or are you weepin' for your babies three?" "Well, I'm not weepin' for my house carpenter I'm weepin' for my babies three" Oh what are those hills yonder, my love They look as white as snow Those are the hill of heaven, my love You and I'll never know Oh what are those hills yonder, my love They look as dark as night Those are the hills of hellfire, my love Where you and I will unite Oh twice around went the gallant ship I'm sure it was not three When the ship all of a sudden, it sprung a leak And it drifted to the bottom of the sea

Harp:

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(cross)

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Well met, well met, my own true love Well met, well met, cried he I've just returned from the salt, salt sea And it's all for the sake of thee I could have married a King's daughter there She would have married me But I have refused a crown of gold And it's all for the sake of thee If you could have married a King's daughter there I'm sure you are to blame For I am married to a house carpenter And he is a fine young man If you forsake your house carpenter And fly away with me I'll take you to where the green grass grows On the banks of sweet willy If I forsake my house carpenter And fly away with thee What have you to maintain me upon And keep me from slavery? I've sailed ships on the salt sea Sailing from dry land And a hundred and twenty jolly young men Shall be at your command She picked up her poor little babe Her kisses were one, two, three And there she trod upon her way And shone like a glittering free They had not been at sea weeks I'm sure it was not three When this poor maid began to cry And she wept most bitterly Oh do you weep for your gold, he said Your houses, your land or your store Or do you weep for your house carpenter The one you'll never see any more The one you'll never see any more I do not weep for your gold, she said My houses, my land or my store But I do weep for my poor little babe That I never shall see any more They had not been at sea three weeks I'm sure it was not four When in the ship there sprung a great leak And she sank to rise no more And she sank to rise no more Farewell, farewell, my own true love Farewell, farewell, cried she How could I have deserted my house carpenter For a grave in the depths of the sea For a grave in the depths of the sea Well met, well met, my own true love Well met, well met, cried she I've just returned from the salt, salt sea And it's all for the sake of thee

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Was on the Blue Ridge Mountain, there I'll take my stand

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Was on the Blue Ridge Mountain, there I'll take my stand

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Rifle on my shoulder, six-shooter in my hand

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Lord, Lord, I've been all around this world Hattie, oh Hattie, come out and by the door Hattie, oh Hattie, come out, come out and by the door 'Fore I have to step in with my forty-four God knows, I been all around this world Hang me, oh hang me, I'll be dead and gone Hang me, oh hang me, I'll be dead and gone Wouldn't mind your hanging, boys, but you'll wait in jail so long Lord, Lord, I've been all around this world Was on the Blue Ridge Mountain, there I'll take my stand Was on the Blue Ridge Mountain, there I'll take my stand Rifle on my shoulder, six-shooter in my hand Lord, Lord, I've been all around this world

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'Twas on a bright March morning I bid New Orleans adieu

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I took the train from Jackson, my fortune to renew

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I cursed all foreign money, no credit could I gain

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Which sent my heart a-longing for the lakes of Pontchartrain |

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| I hopped on board of a railway car, beneath the morning sun I rode the roads till the evening, then I laid me down again All strangers there, no friends to me, till a dark girl towards me came And I fell in love with a Creole girl, on the lakes of Pontchartrain I said, "My pretty Creole girl, my money here's no good If it weren't for the alligators, I'd sleep out in the wood" "You're welcome here kind stranger, our home is very plain But we never turn a stranger out, on the lakes of Pontchartrain" She took me into her mammy's house, and treated me quite well The hair upon her shoulders in jet black ringlets fell To try and paint her beauty, I'm sure 'twould be in vain So handsome was my Creole girl, on the lakes of Pontchartrain I asked her if she would marry me, she said that never can be For she had got a lover, and he was far at sea She swore that she'd be true to him and true she would remain Till he returned to his Creole girl, on the banks of Pontchartrain So fare thee well my pretty young girl, I never will see you no more But I'll ne'er forget your kindness in the cottage by the shore And at each social gathering a flowing glass I'll drain And I'll drink a health to my Creole girl, on the banks of Pontchartrain

Capo:

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Come all you lads of high renown

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That would hear of a fair young maiden

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She roved out on a summer's day

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For to view the soldiers parading

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They marched so bold and they looked so gay

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Their colours flying and the bands did play

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It caused young Mary for to say

F

C

I'll wed you, my gallant soldier She viewed the soldiers on parade And as they stood their leisure Mary to herself did say At last I've found my treasure But oh how cruel my parents must be Banishing my darling so far from me Well I'll leave them all and I'll go with thee My bold and undaunted soldier Oh Mary dear, your parents' love I pray don't be unruly When you're in a foreign land Believe me you'll rue it surely Perhaps in battle I might fall From a shot from an angry cannonball And you so far from your daddy's hall Be advised by a gallant soldier And I have fifty guineas in [...] gold Likewise a heart that's blinder And I'd leave them all and I'll go with you My bold and undaunted soldier So don't say no, but let me go And I will face the daring foe We'll march together to and fro I'll wed you, my gallant soldier And when he saw her loyalty And Mary so true-hearted He said: My darling, married we'll be And nothing but death will part us And when we're in some foreign land I'll guard you, darling, with my right hand Hopes that God might stand a friend To Mary and her gallant soldier

C

G

C

It was on one cold and windy night

C

D

G

When the wind blew across the wild moor

C

G

C

F

'Twas there Mary wandered alone with her child

C

G

C

Csus4

C

Till she came to her own father's door Why did I leave this fair spot Where once I was happy and free? For I'm now left alone in this cold world to roam And nobody cares about me Oh father take pity on me Come down and open the door For the child in my arms he will perish and die From the winds that blow across the wild moor But the old man was deaf to her cries Not a sound from her voice did he hear And the watchdog did howl, and the village bells tolled And the wind blew across the wild moor Oh how the old man must have felt When he came to the door the next morn And he found Mary dead, but the child still alive Still wrapped in her dead mother's arms In anguish he tore his grey hair And his tears down his cheeks they did pour When he saw how that night she had perished and died From the wind that blew across the wild moor In grief the old man pined away And the child to its mother went soon And no one they say has [... him this day?] And the cottage to ruin has gone But the villagers point out the spot Where the willows droop over the door Saying there Mary died, once a gay village bride From the wind that blew across the wild moor

Capo:

IV

Am

C/g

F

C/g

Am

C/g

F

C/g

G7

I've been a moonshiner for seventeen long years

Am

C/g

F

C/g

G7

I've spent all my money on whiskey an' beer

F

G

C/g

F

I go to some hollow and set up my still

Am

C/g

F

C/g

G7

And if whiskey don't kill me then I don't know what will I'd go to some barroom and drink with my friends Where the women can't follow an' see what I've spent God bless them pretty women, I wish they was mine Their breath is as sweet as the dew on the vine Let me eat when I'm hungry, let me drink when I'm dry Hmm, dollars when I'm hard up, religion when I die The whole world's a bottle an' life's but a dram When a bottle gets empty, it sure ain't worth a damn

Capo:

V

Csus4 x33010

G6 322003 or 32200x

G7 323003 or 32300x

C/e xx2010

G/d xx0003

F

G

C

Csus4

C

Am

G

G6

G7

C

F

C

/b

Am

F

C/e

G/d

C

F

C

Am

G

G6

G7

No more auction block for me, no more, no more

C

F

C

Am

F

C/e

G/d

/e

/f

C

No more auction block for me, many thousand gone

F

C/e

G/d

C

No more driver's lash for me, no more, no more No more driver's lash for me, many thousand gone No more pint of salt for me, no more, no more No more pint of salt for me, many thousand gone No more auction block for me, no more, no more No more auction block for me, many thousand gone

Recorded at the David Bromberg sessions, June 1992.

Em

Am

All ye brave huntsmen who follow the gun

Em

B7

Beware of a-shooting at the setting of the sun

Em

Am

For her true love went a-huntin' and he shot in the dark

Em

B7

Em

But oh and alas Polly Vaughn was his mark

G

B7

She had her apron wrapped about her and he took her for a swan

Em

B7

Em

Oh and alas, it was she, Polly Vaughn He ran up beside her when he found it was she His legs they grew weak and his eyes could not see He embraced her in his arms when he found she was dead And a fountain of tears for his true love he shed Oh, she had her apron wrapped about her and he took her for a swan Oh and alas - it was she, Polly Vaughn He took her in his arms and home ran he Crying: "Father, dear father, I've shot fair Polly I've shot that fair female in the bloom of her life And I always intended to make her my wife She had her apron wrapped about her and I took her for a swan Oh and alas - it was she, Polly Vaughn" Midnight, in his chamber, Polly Vaughn did appear Crying: "Jimmy oh Jimmy you have nothing to fear Stay in your country till your trial comes on You shall not be convicted for what you have done For I had my apron wrapped about me and you took me for a swan But oh and alas - it was I, Polly Vaughn" In the midst of his trial Polly Vaughn did appear Crying: "Uncle dear Uncle Jimmy Randall must be cleared" The judge and the lawyers stood around in a row Polly Vaughn in the middle like a fountain of snow She had her apron wrapped about her and he took her for a swan Oh and alas, it was she, Polly Vaughn

G*

:

G

C/g

G

G*

Am

D7

G*

Down in some lone valley in a sad lonesome place

Am

D

Where the wild birds do warble, their notes to increase

G*

Am

D

Farewell pretty Saro, I bid you Adieu

Am

G*

But I dream of pretty Saro wherever I go

Am

D

G

Well my love she won't have me, so I understand

Am

D

She wants a freeholder who owns a house and land

Am

G*

I cannot maintain her with silver and gold

Am

D

G

And all of the fine things that a big house can hold

Am

D7

G*

If I was a poet and could write a fine hand

Am

D

I'd write my love a letter that she'd understand

Am

G

And write it by the river where the waters overflow

Am

D

But I dream of pretty Saro wherever I go |

D

|

G/b

| ... |

G

|

Harp:

C

(straight)

C

Railroad Bill, Railroad Bill

E

F

He never worked, and he never will

C

G

C

And it's ride, ride, ride Railroad Bill he was a mighty mean man He shot the midnight lantern out of the brakeman's hand And it's ride, ride, ride Railroad Bill, you know he took a wife Said, if I didn't like it, he would take my life I'm gonna ride, ride, ride Goin' up the mountain, goin' out west 38 special stickin' out of my vest I'm gonna ride, ride, ride Find me a pistol just as long as my arm And shoot anybody who does me any harm I'm gonna ride, ride, ride Railroad Bill, Railroad Bill He never worked, and he never will Ride, ride, ride Honey, honey, honey, think that I'm a fool? Think I would quit you when the weather is cool? Ride, ride, ride

This tab is an approximation of the of the fingerpicking pattern, which

features a very irregular alternating thumb with the accent pattern reversed.

It is also unusual in its mixture of picking and strumming.

. . .

C

. . . : . . . : . . . : . . .

--------------|-----3-----------|-3---------3-----|-3---------1-----|-0---------------|

--------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|

--------------|-----------0-----|-------0---------|-------0---------|-----------------|

--------------|--------(2)------|-------------2---|-------------2---|-----------------|

------0---2---|-3---3-------3---|-3---3-----------|-3---3-----------|-----------------|

-[3]----------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----3---2---1---|

E

. . . : . . .

F

. . . : . . .

|-----0-0---------|-------0---------|-----1-1---------|-------1---------|

|-----0-0---------|-----------0-----|-----1-1---1-----|-----------1-----|

|-----------1-----|-0h1-------------|-----2-2-----2---|-0h2-------------|

|-----------------|-------------2---|-0h3-------------|-----3-------3---|

|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|

|-0-----------0---|-----0---0-------|-----------------|-----------------|

C

. . .

G

. . .

C

. . . : . . .

|-------0---------|-------3---------|-0---------0-----|-0---------0-----||

|-----------1-----|-----------0-----|-----------------|-----------------||

|-0---------------|-----------------|-------0---------|-------0---------||

|-----------------|-----------------|-------------2---|-------------2---||

|-----3-------3---|-------------0---|-3---3-----------|-3---3-----------||

|-----------------|-3---3-----------|-----------------|-----------------||

C

. . . : . . . : . . . : . . .

|-3---------3-----|-3---------3-----|/5-----5---------|-3-----0---------|

|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------1-----|

|-------0---------|-------0---------|(0)--------0-----|-----------------|

|-------------2---|-------------2---|(4)----------4---|-----------------|

|-3---3-----------|-3---3-----------|/5---5-----------|-3---3-----------|

|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-------------0---|

E

. . . : . . .

F

. . . : . . .

|-------0---------|-------0---------|-----1-1---------|-----1-1---------|

|-----------------|-----------0-----|-----1-1---1-----|-1---1-1---1(1)--|

|-0h1-------1-----|-0h1-------------|-----2-2---------|(0h2)2-2--(2-2)--|

|-----------------|-------------2---|-0---------------|----------(3)3---|

|-----------------|-----------------|-----3-------0---|-----------------|

|-----0---0---0---|-----0---0-------|-----------------|-----------------|

C

. . .

G

. . .

C

. . . : . . .

|-------0---------|------(3)--------|-0---------0-----|-0---------0-----||

|-----------1-----|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------||

|-0---------------|-----------0-----|-------0---------|-------0---------||

|-----------------|-------------0---|-------------2---|-------------2---||

|-----3-------3---|-----------------|-3---3-----------|-3---3-----------||

|-----------------|-3---3-----------|-----------------|-----------------||

C

Railroad Bill, he ain't so bad

E

F

Killed his mommy, shot a [round] in his dad

C

G

C

Ride old Railroad Bill Railroad Bill took my wife If I'd said a word, he'd have taken my life Ride old Railroad Bill Railroad Bill he was comin' down the hill Lightin' cigars with a ten dollar bill Ride old Railroad Bill Ten policemen, all dressed in black Coming out of nowhere, walking down the tracks And they're looking for Railroad Bill Railroad Bill, comin' round the fence Robbin' a passenger train for 16 cents I'm gonna ride old Railroad Bill Railroad Bill got in a gamblin' game Shot a man down, though he was to blame When you lose your mind, let it [turn?] loose He's down in a jailhouse singin' railer's blues Same old pants on your passenger shoes When you lose your mind, let it loose Railroad Bill he's a mighty bad man Shot the lantern from a brakeman's hand Just to see that man suffer pain Ride, ride, ride, ride

Early one morning, standing in the rain Round the curb come a long freight train Railroad Bill, a-comin' on soon Killed McMillen by the light of the moon Kill me a chicken, send me the wing They think I'm working, Lord, I ain't doin' a thing Kill me a chicken, send me the hip Think I'm workin', Lord, I'm laying in [deep] Got a great long pistol, 'bout as long as your arm I'm gonna shoot everybody ever done me harm Got a .38 special on a .45 frame How can I miss when I got dead aim Gonna drink my whiskey, gonna drink it in the wind The doctor said it'd cure me, but he didn't say when Going up on the mountain, going out west Thirty eight special sticking out of my vest Honey honey, think I'm a fool Think I would quit you when the weather is cool

Capo:

V

Tuning: DADF#AD (Open D)

Played by Bob Dylan on Cynthia Gooding's Folksinger's Choice show.

Recorded 13-Jan-1962, broadcast 11-Mar-1962

These are the basic figures that are played throughout the song.

The second string is always an alternative to the first.

D

. . .

G/b

. . .

||-------0-------0-||-------0-------0-||

||-----------------||------(0)-----(0)||

||---0-------0-----||---1-------1-----||

||-----0-------0---||-----0-------0---||

||-----------------||-2-------2-------||

||-0-------0-------||-----------------||

G/b

. . . : . . .

A

||-------0----------|-------0-------0-||-------0-------0-||

||---0--------------|-----------------||------(0)-----(0)||

||-----------1--(p0)|--(0)------0-----||---1-------1-----||

||-----0-------0----|-----0-------0---||-----2-------2---||

||-2-------2--------|-----------------||-0-------0-------||

||------------------|-0-------0-------||-----------------||

D

G/b

Roll, roll, roll on John, don't you roll so slow

A

D

G/b

D

How can I roll when the wheels won't roll? I asked that girl, won't you be my wife? She fell on her knees, she began to cry The more she cried, the worse I felt Till I thought my heart would melt I looked at the sun was a-sinking low I looked at my baby, she was a-walkin' down the road I looked at the sun was a-turning red I looked at my baby, but she bowed her head Don't the sun look lonesome, oh Lord, Lord, Lord, on the graveyard fence? Don't my baby look lonesome when her head is bent? Roll on John, don't you roll so slow How can I roll when the wheels won't roll

Sung by Joan Baez and released on Live 1964

Harp:

G

(straight)

G

D7

G

Don't sing love songs, you'll wake my mother

D

Em

She's sleeping here right by my side

C

Am

And in her right hand a silver dagger

Em

G

D

She says that I can't be your bride All men are false, says my mother They'll tell you wicked, lovin' lies The very next evening they'll court another Leave you alone to pine and sigh My daddy is - a handsome devil He's got a chain, five miles long And on every link a heart does dangle Of another maid he's loved and wronged Go court another tender maiden And hope that she will be your wife For I've been warned, and I've decided To sleep alone all of my life

Released on Bootleg Series 10 (Another Self Portrait).

The intro figure is played wherever there is a

G

chord.

G

.

C/g

G

||----------3---3----||

||*---------1---0---*||

||----------0---0----||

||----------2---0----||

||*-2---2-----------*||

||--3---3------------||

Am

G

Am

G

Am

I buyed me a little dog, color it was brown

Am

G

Am

I learned him how to whistle, sing and dance and run

G

Am

G

His legs they were fourteen yards long, his ears they were quite raw

Am

G

Am

G

Around the world in half a day and on him I could ride

Am

G

Sing tattle o'day

Am

G

Am

I buyed me a little bull about four inches high Everybody feared him that ever heard him cry When he began to bellow it made such a melodious sound That all the walls in London town came tumbling to the ground Sing tattle o'day I buyed me a flock of sheep. I thought they were all wethers Sometimes they yielded wool, sometime they yielded feathers I think mine are the very best sheep for yielding me increase For every fall and change of the moon they bring both lambs and geese Sing tattle o'day I buyed me a little box about four acres square I filled it full of guineas and silver so fair O now I'm bound for Turkey, I'll travel like an ox In my breeches pocket, I carry my little box Sing tattle o'day I buyed me a little hen, all speckled gay and fair I sat her on an oyster shell, she hatched me out a hare The hare it sprang a handsome horse full fifteen hands high And him that tells a bigger tale would have to tell a lie Sing tattle o'day

See also Hills of Mexico and Diamond Joe.

The final

Em

is sometimes played as

Em9

(022032) or as

Em7

(022030)

Em

C

Em

'Twas in the town of Jacksboro in the year of '73

Em

C

Em

When a well-known, famous drover came a-steppin' up to me

Em

C

G

C/g

G

/f#

Saying, How do you do, young cowboy, and how'd you like to go

Em

C

Em

And spend the summer pleasantly on the trail of the buffalo Me being out of work right then, to this drover I did say This going out on the buffalo range depends upon your pay But if you will pay good wages, transportation to and fro I think I might go with you all the way to the buffalo I will pay good wages, and transportation too If you'll agree to work for me until the season's through But if you do get homesick and try to run away You'll starve to death on the buffalo range and also lose your pay With all this flattering talking, he signed up quite a train Some ten or twelve in number, some able-bodied men Our trip it was a pleasant one as we hit the westward road 'Til we reached old Boggy Creek in the range of the buffalo There our pleasures ended and our troubles they begun A lightning storm it hit us and it made the cattle run Got all full of stickers from the cactus that did grow Indians [outlaws] waiting to pick us off from the hills of Mexico Our souls were cased in a buffalo [weed], and our hearts were cased in steel The hardships on the prairie, they make your poor heart [real] Couldn't drink the water, oh boys it was no [go(?)] Of us on the buffalo range in the hills of the buffalo Well, the working season ended but the drover would not pay He said "You boys went and drunk too much, you're all in debt to me" But the cowboys never did hear of such a thing as a bankrupt law So we left that drover's bones to bleach in the hills of the buffalo Now we crossed Pease River, and homeward we are bound No more on the buffalo range will we ever be found Go home to our wives and sweethearts and tell others not to go For God has forsaken the buffalo range and the damned old buffalo

(Feb or Mar-1961)

: . . .

|-----0-0-----0-0-|

|-----------------|

|---------0h2-----|

|-0---------------|

|:

Em

. . . :|

G

.

Em

. . . |

G

.

Em

. . . | ...

Am

Em

Come round you old-time cowboys and listen to my song

Am

Em

Please do not grow weary, I'll not detain you long

Am

Em

Concerning some young cowboy who did agree to go

Am

Em

|

G

Em

| To spend the summer pleasantly on the trail of the buffalo I found myself in Griffin in the year of '83 When a well-known famous drover came walkin' up to me Saying, "how do you do, young cowboy, how would you like to go And spend the summer pleasantly on the trail of the buffalo?" Well, me being out of work right then, to this drover I did say This a-going out on the buffalo range depends upon your pay But if you pay good wages, transportation to and fro Think I might go with you on the hunt of the buffalo Yes, I will pay good wages and transportation too If you agree to work for me until the season's through But if you do get homesick and try to run away You'll starve to death on the prairie and also lose your pay With all this flattering talking he signed up quite a train Some ten of twelve in numbers, some able-bodied men Our trip it was a pleasant one as we hit the westward road Until we hit old Boggy Creek in old New Mexico There our pleasures ended and our troubles they begun A lightning storm it hit us and it made the cattle run I got all full of stickers from the cactus that did grow Outlaws watching to pick us off from the hills of Mexico Well now, the working season ended but the drover would not pay He said "You went and drunk too much, you're all in debt to me" But the cowboys never did hear of such a thing as a bankrupt law So we left that drover's bones to bleach on the hills of the buffalo

*** Maple, 26-Jul-1991 ***

Dm(add9)/a x03230

Fmaj7 x03210 or x33210 or 133210

Am

Dm(add9)/a

Am

'Twas in the town of Jacksboro in the year of '73

Am

Dm(add9)/a

Am

When a well-known, famous drover came steppin' up to me

Am

C

Fmaj7

Saying, How do you do, young cowboy, and how'd you like to go

Am

Dm(add9)/a

Am

And spend the summer pleasantly on the range of the buffalo

*** Stockholm, 26-Jun-1991 ***

Am

Dm(add9)/a

Am

'Twas in the town of Jacksboro in the year of '73

Am

Dm(add9)/a

Am

When a well-known, famous drover came steppin' up to me

Am

C

F

Saying, How do you do, young cowboy, and how'd you like to go

Am

Dm(add9)/a

Am

And spend the summer pleasantly on the range of the buffalo

The rest of the verses are played more like the Maple version.

No two verses are played the same way, though.

*** Stuttgart 17-Jun-1991 ***

Am

C

Am

'Twas in the town of Jacksboro in the year of '73

Am

C

Am

When a well-known, famous drover came steppin' up to me

Am

C

Fmaj7

Saying, How do you do, young cowboy, and how'd you like to go

Am

And spend the summer pleasantly on the range of the buffalo

Performed by Bob Dylan, New York, 19-Oct-1988

G

C/g

G

C/g

G

Oh hard is the fortune of all womankind

G

/b

/c

D

Dsus4

D

It's always controlled, it's always confined

D

G

/b

/c

D

Controlled by her parents until she's a wife

Cadd9

/b

/a

/c

/b

/a

/c

/b

/a

G

C/g

G

Then slave to her husband for the rest of her life She is a poor girl, and her fortune is sad Always been courted by the wagoner's lad He courted her truly both night and by day But now he is a-loaded and a-going away Your parents don't like me they say I'm too poor They say I'm not worthy to enter your door But I work for a living, my money's my own And them that don't like it can leave me alone My horses ain't hungry, and they don't need your hay Come sit down beside me for as long as you stay I'd go to Montana if the moon showed any light But my pony can't travel this dark road tonight I once had a sweetheart and her age was sixteen She's the flower of Belton and the rose of Seline But her parents was against me, now she is the same If I'd writ on your book, love, you just blot out my name Hard is the fortune of all womankind It's always controlled, and it's always confined Controlled by her parents until she's a wife Then slave to her husband for the rest of her life

G

C

G

The water is wide and I can't cross over

Em

(

C

)

D

Neither have I wings to fly

Bm

C

Build me a boat that can carry two

G

D

C

/b

/a

G

And both shall row, my love and I There is a ship and it sails on the sea Loaded deep as deep can be But not as deep as the love I'm in I know not if I sink or swim I leaned my back up against an oak Thinkin' it was a trusty tree But first it bent and then it broke Just like my own false love to me Oh love is gentle, love is kind Gay as a jewel when first it's new But love grows old and waxes cold And fades away like some morning dew The water is wide and I can't cross over Neither have I wings to fly Build me a boat that can carry two And both shall row, my love and I

C

Oh the summertime is coming

F

C

And the leaves are sweetly blooming

F

C

And the wild mountain thyme

Dm

F

Blooms around the purple heather

C

F

C

Will you go, lassie, go? If my true love she won't go I will surely find another To pull wild mountain thyme From all around the purple heather Will you go, lassie, go?

F

C

And we'll all go together

F

C

To pull wild mountain thyme

Dm

F

From all around the purple heather

C

F

C

Will you go, lassie, go I will build my love a tower At the foot of yonder mountain And then on it I will put All the flowers of the mountain Will you go, lassie, go? And we'll all go together To pull wild mountain thyme From all around the purple heather Will you go, lassie, go?

G

Oh the summertime is a-coming

C

/b

/a

G

And the leaves are sweetly blooming

C

/b

/a

G

And the wild mountain thyme

C

/b

/a

/g

C

/b

/a

Blooms around the purple heather

G

C

/b

/a

G

Will you go, lassie, go?

C

/b

/a

G

And we'll all go together

C

/b

/a

G

To pull wild mountain thyme

C

/b

/a

/g

C

/b

/a

From all around the purple heather

G

C

/b

/a

G

Will you go, lassie, go? If my true love she won't go You know, I'll surely find another To pull wild mountain thyme From all around the purple heather Will you go, lassie, go? I will build my love a tower At the foot of the fountain And then on it I will put All the flowers of the mountain Will you go, lassie, go? Oh, the springtime is a-coming And the wee birds are sweetly singing And the wild mountain thyme Blooms around the purple heather Will you go, lassie, go?

Bob Dylan : Misc Trad

Barbara Allen

Diamond Joe

Dink's Song (Fare Thee Well)

Dixie

Duncan And Brady

East Virginia Blues
1971

Easy And Slow

Eileen Aroon

Girl On The Green Briar Shore

Goin' Down To New Orleans

Golden Vanity

Handsome Molly

He Was A Friend Of Mine

House Carpenter

I've Been All Around This World

The Lakes Of Pontchartrain

Mary And The Soldier

Mary Of The Wild Moor

Moonshiner

No More Auction Block

Polly Vaughn
1992

Pretty Saro

Railroad Bill

Roll On John

Silver Dagger

Tattle O'Day
1970

Trail Of The Buffalo

The Wagoner's Lad

The Water Is Wide

Wild Mountain Thyme

Bob Dylan : Misc Trad

Barbara Allen

Diamond Joe

Dink's Song (Fare Thee Well)

Dixie

Duncan And Brady

East Virginia Blues 1971

Easy And Slow

Eileen Aroon

Girl On The Green Briar Shore

Goin' Down To New Orleans

Golden Vanity

Handsome Molly

He Was A Friend Of Mine

House Carpenter

I've Been All Around This World

The Lakes Of Pontchartrain

Mary And The Soldier

Mary Of The Wild Moor

Moonshiner

No More Auction Block

Polly Vaughn 1992

Pretty Saro

Railroad Bill

Roll On John

Silver Dagger

Tattle O'Day 1970

Trail Of The Buffalo

The Wagoner's Lad

The Water Is Wide

Wild Mountain Thyme

East Virginia Blues
1971

Polly Vaughn
1992

Tattle O'Day
1970