Oh, me and my cousin one Arthur McBride
As we went a-walking down by the seaside
Now mark what followed and what did betide
For it being on Christmas morning
Out for recreation we went on a tramp
And we met sergeant napper and corporal vamp
And the little wee drummer intending to camp
For the day being pleasant and charming
"Good morning, good morning, " the sergeant did cry
"And the same to you gentlemen, " we did reply
"Intending no harm but meant to pass by"
"For it being on christmas morning"
But says he, "My fine fellows if you would enlist"
"It's ten guineas of gold I will slip in your fist"
"And a crown in the bargain for to kick up the dust"
"And drink the king's health in the morning"
"For a soldier he leads a very fine life"
"And he always is blessed with a charming young wife"
"And he pays all his debts without sorrow and strife"
"And always lives pleasant and charming"
"And a soldier he always is decent and clean"
"In the finest of clothing he is constantly seen"
"While other poor fellows go dirty and mean"
"And sup on thin gruel in the morning"
But says Arthur, "I wouldn't be proud of your clothes"
"For you've only the lend of them as I suppose"
"And you dare not change them one night for you know"
"If you do you'll be flogged in the morning"
"And although that we are single and free"
"We take great delight in our own company"
"And we have no desires strange faces to see"
"Although that your offers are charming"
"And we have no desire to take your advance"
"All hazards and dangers we barter on chance"
"For you would have no scruples to send us to france"
"Where we would get shot without warning"
"Oh now, " says the sergeant, "I'll have no such chat"
"And I neither will take it from small penal brats"
"For if you insult me with one other word"
"I'll cut off your heads in the morning"
And then Arthur and I we soon drew our hogs
And we scarce gave them time for to draw their own blades
When a trusty shillelagh came over their heads
And bade them take that as fair warning
And their own rusty rapiers that hung by their sides
We flung them as far as we could in the tide
"Now take them up devils!" cried Arthur McBride
"And temper their edge in the morning"
And the little wee drummer we flattened his bow
And we made a football of his rowdy-dow-dow
Threw it in the tide for to rock and to roll
And bade it a tedious returning
And we haven't no money paid them off in cracks
And we paid no respect to their two bloody backs
For we lathered them there like a pair of wet sacks
And left them for dead in the morning
And so to conclude and to finish disputes
We obligingly asked them if they wanted recruits
For we were the lads who would give them hard clouts
And bid them look sharp in the morning
Oh, me and my cousin one Arthur McBride
As we went a-walking down by the seaside
Now mark what followed and what did betide
For it being on Christmas morning
When first to this country a stranger I came
I laid my affections on a girl that was young
She being fair and tender, her waist small and slender
Fond nature had formed her for my overthrow
On the banks of the Bann it was there I first met her
She appeared like an angel or Egypt's fair queen
Her eyes were like diamonds or stars brightly shining
She's one of the fairest in the world that I've seen
It was her cruel parents that first caused a variance
Because they are rich and above my degree
But I'll do my endeavour to gain my love's favour
Although she is come of a high family
My name is Delaney, it's a name that won't shame me
And if I'd saved money I would never have roamed
But drinking and sporting, night rambling and courting
Are the cause of all me ruin and absence from home
Now had I the riches that are in the Indies
I'd put rings on her fingers and gold in her ears
It's there on the banks of the lovely Bann River
In all kinds of splendour I'd live with my dear
She has the sweetest face, she has the gentlest hands
F
E7
Am
I love the ground whereon she stands
I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
And how I wish the day would come
When she and I shall be as one
I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep
But satisfied I never can be
Well I write you a letter, just a few short lines
I'll suffer death a thousand times
Yes black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some rose, so fair
She has the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands
Or I was going with you
I wish my breast were made of glass
Wherein you might behold
Upon my heart your name lies wrote
In letters made of gold
In letters made of gold my love
Believe me when I say
You are the darling of my heart
Until my dying day
The blackest crow that ever flew
Would surely turn to white
If ever I prove false to you
Bright day would turn to night
Bright day would turn to night my love
The elements will mourn
If ever I prove false to you
The seas would rage and burn
Or I was going with you
I wish my breast were made of glass
Wherein you might behold
Upon my heart your name lies wrote
In letters made of gold
In letters made of gold my love
Believe me when I say
You are the darling of my heart
Until my dying day
The blackest crow that ever flew
Would surely turn to white
If ever I prove false to you
Bright day would turn to night
Bright day would turn to night my love
The elements will mourn
If ever I prove false to you
The seas would rage and burn
And the more I think on you, the more I think long
F
C
Dm
Am
If I had you now, as I had once before
F
C
F
G
All the Lords in old England would not purchase Portmore
Oh Bonny Portmore, I am sorry to see
Such woeful destruction of your ornament tree
For it stood on your shore for many's the long day
Till the long boats from Antrim came to float it away
Oh Bonny Portmore, you shine where you stand
And the more I think on you, the more I think long
If I had you now, as I had once before
All the Lords in old England would not purchase Portmore
All the birds in the forest, they do bitterly weep
Saying, "Where shall we shelter, oh where shall we sleep?"
For the oak and the ash, they are all cut down
And the walls of Bonny Portmore they are down to the ground
Oh Bonny Portmore, you shine where you stand
And the more I think on you, the more I think long
If I had you now, as I had once before
All the Lords in old England would not purchase Portmore
Oh it's of a brave young highway man this story we will tell
F
C
His name was Willie Brennan and in Ireland he did dwell
F
C
'Twas on the Kilworth Mountains he commenced his wild career
F
C
G
And many a wealthy noble man before him shook with fear
C
Em
And it's Brennan On The Moor, Brennan On The Moor
F
C
G
C
Bold, brave and undaunted was young Brennan On The Moor
One day upon the highway as Willie went down
He met the Mayor of Cashel a mile outside the town
The mayor he knew his features and he said young man said he
Your name is Willie Brennan you must come along with me
And it's Brennan On The Moor, Brennan On The Moor
Bold, brave and undaunted was young Brennan On The Moor
Now Brennan's wife had gone to town provisions for to buy
And when she saw her Willie she commenced to weep and cry
She said hand to me that ten-penny as soon as Willie spoke
She handed him a blunderbuss from underneath her cloak
For young Brennan On The Moor, Brennan On The Moor
Bold, brave and undaunted was young Brennan On The Moor
Then with this loaded blunderbuss the truth I will unfold
He made the Mayor to tremble and robbed him of his gold
One hundred pounds was offered for his apprehension there
So he with horse and saddle to the mountains did repair
Did young Brennan On The Moor, Brennan On The Moor
Bold, brave and undaunted was young Brennan On The Moor
Now Brennan being an outlaw upon the mountain high
With cavalry and infantry to take him they did try
He laughed at them with scorn until at last 'twas said
By a false-hearted woman he was cruelly betrayed
And it's Brennan On The Moor, Brennan On The Moor
Bold, brave and undaunted was young Brennan On The Moor
For I'll not come back again oh
Oh me father he watches down on the street
My mother the chamber keys do keep
Oh the doors and the windows they do creak
And I dare not let you in oh
Oh let me in, the soldier cried
Cold haily windy night
Oh let me in, the soldier cried
For I'll not come back again oh
Oh she's rose up and let him in
And she's kissed her true love cheek and chin
She's drawn him between the sheets again
And she opened and let him in oh
Oh then she has blessed the rainy night
Cold haily windy night
Oh then she has blessed the rainy night
That she opened and she let him in oh
Oh soldier, soldier, stay with me?
And soldier soldier, won't you marry me?
Oh no oh no that ne'er can be
So fare thee well forever
Oh then she has wept for the rainy night
Cold haily windy night
Oh then she has wept for the rainy night
That she opened and she let him in oh
And he's jumped up all out of the bed
And he's put his hat all on his head
For she had lost her maidenhead
And her mother has heard the din oh
Oh then she has cursed the rainy night
Cold haily windy night
Oh then she has cursed the rainy night
That she opened and she let him in oh
Cotton Eye Joe?
Come for to ramble
Come for to sing
Come for to show you
A diamond ring
Instrumental verse
Where did you come from?
Where did you go?
Where did you come from
Cotton Eye Joe?
Hadn't been for Joe Cotton Eye Joe
I'd a-been married forty years ago
Hadn't been for Joe Cotton Eye Joe
I'd a-been married forty years ago
Where did you come from?
Where did you go?
Where did you come from
Cotton Eyed Joe?
Black eyes, passionate eyes
Burning and beautiful eyes!
How I love you, how I fear you
It seems I met you in an unlucky hour!
Oh, not for nothing are you darker than the deep!
I see mourning for my soul in you
I see a triumphant flame in you
A poor heart immolated in it
But I am not sad, I am not sorrowful
My fate is soothing to me
All that is best in life that God gave us
In sacrifice I returned to the fiery eyes!
Metrical Translation
Oh, these gorgeous eyes, dark and glorious eyes
Burn-with-passion eyes, how you hypnotise!
How I adore you so, how I fear you though
Since I saw you glow! Now my spirit's low!
Darkness yours conceal mighty fires real
They my fate will seal: burn my soul with zeal!
But my love for you, when the time is due
Will refresh anew like the morning dew!
No, not sad am I, nor so mad am I
All my comforts lie in my destiny
Just to realise my life's worthiest prize
Did I sacrifice for those ardent eyes!
This is Oscar Isaac's version, using Daithi Sproule's melody.
|
G
|
D
|
C
|
x2
G
Em
G
Em
G
C
G
Queen Jane lay in labour for nine days or more
Am
D
G
D
G
Am
Bm
C
Till her women grew so tired, they could no longer there
G
D
G
Em
G
Em
They could no longer there
Good women, good women, good women as you be
Will you open my right side and find my baby
And find my baby
Oh no, cried the women, that's a thing that can never be
We will call on King Henry and hear what he may say
And hear what he may say
King Henry was sent for, King Henry he did come
Saying, what does ail you, my lady? Your eyes, they look so dim
Your eyes, they look so dim
King Henry, King Henry, will you do one thing for me?
Will you open my right side and find my baby
And find my baby
Oh no, cried King Henry, that's a thing that I can never do
If I lose the flower of England, I shall lose the branch too
I shall lose the branch too
There was fiddling and dancing on the day the babe was born
But poor Queen Jane beloved, she lay cold as a stone
Lay cold as a stone
I'd do no more soldiering neither by land nor by sea
Now the first time I deserted and I thought myself free
Until my cruel comrade informed against me
I was quickly followed after, I was brought back with speed
Laid in the king's guardroom, heavy irons put on me
Court martial, court martial was very soon got
And the sentence passed on me was that I was to be shot
May the Lord have mercy on them for their sad cruelty
For now the king's duty lies heavy on me
You take off those heavy irons and you let him go free
And he'll prove a brave soldier for his queen and country
You take off those heavy irons and you let him go free
And he'll prove a brave soldier for his king and country
But if I had my own home and my sweet liberty
I'd do no more soldiering neither by land nor by sea
Yonder comes my beau
Diamond Joe, come and get me...
I ain't gonna tell you no story
Neither word of a lie
I'm gonna wait till Miss Maybelle come
She ain't gonna pass me on by
Diamond Joe, come and get me...
Ain't gonna work in the country
Neither on no farm
I'm gonna wait till Miss Maybelle come
She gonna carry me home
Diamond Joe, come and get me...
Said I ain't gonna work in the country
Neither on Parchman Farm
I'm gonna wait till Miss Maybelle come
She gonna call me Tom
Diamond Joe, come and get me...
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well
Well I had a man, who was long and tall
Moved his body like a cannonball
Fare thee well, my honey, Fare thee well
I remember one evening, in the pouring rain
In my heart was an aching pain
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well
Muddy river is muddy and wild
Can't give a bloody for my unborn child
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well
Show us a bird, flying high above
Life ain't worth living without the one you love
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well
I ne'er could find her marrow
She was courted by nine gentlemen
Am
Em
Am
And a ploughboy lad from Yarrow
These nine sat drinking at the wine
As oft they'd done before, O
They have made a vow among themselves
To fight with him on Yarrow
She's washed his face and combed his hair
As oft they'd done before, O
She's made him like a knight so bright
To fight with her on Yarrow
As he walked up yon high, high hill
And down by the homes o' Yarrow
There he saw nine armed men
Come to fight with him on Yarrow
"There's nine o' you, there's one o' me
It's an unequal marrow
But I'll fight you a-one by one
On the dowie dens o' Yarrow"
And there he flew and there he slew
And there he wounded sorely
Till her brother John came in beyond
And pierced his heart most foully
"O, father, dear, I dreamed a dream
A dream o' dule and sorrow
I dreamed I was pulling the heather bell
On the dowie dens o' Yarrow"
As she walked up yon high, high hill
And down by the homes o' Yarrow
There she saw her Willie dear
Lying pale and dead on Yarrow
Her hair it being three quarters lang
The colour it was yellow
She wrapped it round his middle so small
And bore him down to Yarrow
"O, father dear, you've seven sons
You may wed them all tomorrow
For the fairest flower among them all
Was the lad I lo'ed on Yarrow"
This fair maid being big with child
A fact which did cause her sorrow
She lay dead in her lover's arms
Between that day and morrow
Erin-Go-Bragh (Andy Irvine)
My name's Duncan Campbell from the shire of Argyll
I've travelled this country the many's the mile
I've travelled through Ireland, Scotland and all
And the name I go under's bold Erin-go-bragh
One night in Auld Reekie as I walked down the street
A saucy big police I chanced for to meet
He glowered in my face and he give me some jaw
Saying, when came ye over, bold Erin-go-bragh?
Well I am not a Pat though in Ireland I've been
Nor am I a Paddy though Ireland I've seen
But were I a Pat, now, well what's that at all?
For there's many's the bold hero from Erin-go-bragh
Well I know you're a Pat by the cut of your hair
But you all turn to Scotsmen as soon as you're here
You left your own country for breaking the law
And we're seizing all stragglers from Erin-go-bragh
Were I a Pat and you knew it were true
Or were I the devil, then what's that to you?
Were it not for the stick that you hold in your claw
I would show you a game played in Erin-go-bragh
Then the big lump of blackthorn that I held in my fist
Around his big body I made it to twist
And the blood from his napper I quickly did draw
And paid him stock-and-interest for Erin-go-bragh
Then the people came around like a flock of wild geese
Crying, Catch that mad bastard, he's killed the police
For every friend I had I'll swear he had twa
It was terrible hard times for Erin-go-bragh
But I came to a wee boat that sailed in the Forth
And I packed up my gear and I steered for the North
Farewell to Auld Reekie, you police and all
And the devil go with you, cries Erin-go-bragh
So come all you young people, wherever you're from
I don't give a damn to what place you belong
I come from Argyll in the Highlands so braw
Was lamenting for her Geordie
Ah, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain
'Tis not the chain of many
He was born of king's royal breed
And lost to a virtuous lady
Go bridle me my milk white steed
Go bridle me my pony
I will ride to London court
To plead for the life of my Geordie
Ah, my Geordie never stole nor cow nor calf
He never hurted any
Stole sixteen of the king's royal deer
And he sold them in Bohenny
Two pretty babies have I born
The third lies in my body
I'd freely part with them every one
If you'd spare the life of Geordie
The judge looked over his left shoulder
He said, fair maid, I'm sorry
He said, fair maid, you must be gone
For I cannot pardon Geordie
Ah, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain
'Tis not the chain of many
Stole sixteen of the king's royal deer
And he sold them in Bohenny
I wouldn't mind the hangin', but the layin' in the grave so long
Bb
A
D
Poor boy, I been all around this world
I been all around Cape Jerdo, parts of Arkansas
I been all around Cape Jerdo, parts of Arkansas
I got so goddamned hungry I could hide behind a straw
Poor boy, I been all around this world
Went up on a mountain, there I made my stand
Went up on a mountain, there I made my stand
A rifle on my shoulder and a dagger in my hand
Poor boy, I been all around this world
Put the rope around my neck, they hung me up so high
Put the rope around my neck and hung me up so high
The last words I heard 'em say, "Won't be long now 'fore ya die"
Poor boy, I been all around this world
So, hang me, oh, hang me, I'll be dead and gone
Hang me, oh, hang me and I'll be dead and gone
I wouldn't mind the hangin', but the layin' in the grave so long
Poor boy, I been all around this world
Taken from Simon Robinson, although similar to Clifton Hicks.
C
Working on the new railroad, with mud up to my knees
G
F
C
Working on the new railroad, with mud up to my knees
F
C
But for big John Henry, he's so hard to please
G
C
Lord, I've been all around this world
Hang me, oh, hang me, and I'll be dead and gone
Hang me, oh, hang me, and I'll be dead and gone
It's not the hanging that I mind, it's laying in jail so long
Lord, I've been all around this world
Upon the Blue Ridge mountains is where I'll make my stand
Upon the Blue Ridge mountains is where I'll make my stand
Rifle on my shoulder, six-shooter in my and
Lord, I've been all around this world
Hang me, oh, hang me, and I'll be dead and gone
Hang me, oh, hang me, and I'll be dead and gone
It's not the hanging that I mind, it's laying in jail so long
Lord, I've been all around this world
Lulu, oh Lulu, come open up the door
Lulu, oh Lulu, come open up the door
Before I have to open it with my old .44
Lord, I've been all around this world
Hang me, oh, hang me, and I'll be dead and gone
Hang me, oh, hang me, and I'll be dead and gone
It's not the hanging that I mind, it's laying in jail so long
Lord, I've been all around this world
She smiled and replied, "You don't know what you're missing!"
Oh Sally, my dear, I wish I could wed you
Oh Sally, my dear, I wish I could bed you
She smiled and replied, "Then you'd say I misled you!"
If all you young men were hares on the mountain
If all you young men were hares on the mountain
How many young girls would take guns and go hunting?
If the young men could sing like blackbirds and thrushes
If the young men could sing like blackbirds and thrushes
How many young girls would go beating the bushes?
If all you young men were fish in the water
If all you young men were fish in the water
How many young girls would undress and dive after?
But the young men are given to frisking and fooling
Oh the young men are given to frisking and fooling
So I'll leave them alone and attend to my schooling
Additional verses from Fern Maddie
If all the young men were rushes a-growing
If all the young men were rushes a-growing
How many young maids would take scythes and go mowing?
If all the young men were sheep in the meadow
If all the young men were sheep in the meadow
How many young maids would be burning the tallow?
High Flying Bird
<Edd Wheeler>
Bm
E
E7
Bm
E
E7
There's a high flyin' bird
Bm
E
E7
Flying way up in the sky now
Bm
F#m
F#
Bm
Yes and I wonder if she looks down as she flies on by?
G
A
F#
Well she's floating on the air so so freely in the sky
Bm
E7
Lord look at me here
Bm
E7
I'm rooted like a tree here
Bm
A
Got those sit down, can't cry
G
F#m
Bm
Oh Lord I wanna die blues
Now the sun it comes up
And lights up the day
And when he gets tired, Lord, he goes on his way
To the east and to the west he meets God every day
Now I had a man
He worked in a mine, Lord
He never saw the sun but, Lord, she never stopped crying
Then one day my man up and died, Lord, he up and dies now
He wanted to die and the only way to fly is to die
There's a high flyin' bird
Flying way up in the sky now
And I wonder if she looks down as she flies on by?
Well she's flying so freely in the sky
And we must go a-marching to the beating of the drum
G
C
G
D
Go dress yourself all in your best and come along with me
Em
G
Am
Em
I'll take you to the cruel war in High Germany"
"Oh Willy love, oh Willy, come list what I do say
My feet they are so tender, I cannot march away
And besides, my dearest Willy, I am with child by thee
Not fit for the cruel war in High Germany
"I'll buy for you a horse, my love, and on it you shall ride
And all my delight shall be a-riding by your side
We'll stop at every alehouse and drink when we are dry
We'll be true to one another, get married by and by"
Oh, cursed be them cruel wars that ever they should rise
And out of Merry England press many a man likewise
They pressed my true love from me, likewise my brothers three
And sent them to the cruel wars in High Germany
No, my friends I do not value nor my foes I do not fear
Now my love has left me I wander far and near
And when my baby it is born and a-smiling on my knee
I'll think on lovely Willy in High Germany
"Oh Polly love, oh Polly, the rout has now begun
And we must go a-marching to the beating of the drum
Go dress yourself all in your best and come along with me
I'll take you to the cruel war in High Germany"
Oh Polly love, oh Polly, the rout has now begun
And we must go a-marching to the beating of the drum
Go dress yourself all in your best and come along with me
I'll take you to the war, my love, in High Germany
Oh Willy love, oh Willy, come list what I do say
My feet they are so tender, I cannot march away
And besides, my dearest Willy, I am with child by thee
Not fitted for the war, my love, in High Germany
I'll buy for you a horse, my love, and on it you shall ride
And all my delight shall be a-riding by your side
We'll stop at every alehouse and drink when we are dry
We'll be true to one another, get married by and by
Oh, cursed be them cruel wars that ever they should rise
And out of Merry England press many a man likewise
They pressed my true love from me, likewise my brothers three
And sent them to the war, my love, in High Germany
My friends I do not value nor my foes I do not fear
Now my love has left me I wander far and near
And when my baby it is born and a-smiling on my knee
I'll think on lovely Willy in High Germany
Well, the doctor comes round here with his face all bright
D
And he says, "In a little while you'll be alright"
G
All he gives is a humbug pill
C
Am
A dose of dope and a great big bill
G
D
C
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live?
He says "me and my old school pals had some might high times down here
And what happened to you poor black folks, well it just ain't fair"
He took a look around gave a little pep talk
Said, "I'm with you," then he took a little walk
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live?
There's bodies floatin' on Canal and the levee's gone to Hell
Martha, get me my sixteen-gauge and some dry shells
Them who's got got out of town
And them who ain't got left to drown
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live?
I got family scattered from Texas all the way to Baltimore
And I ain't got no home in this world no more
Gonna be a judgement, that's a fact
A righteous train rollin' down this track
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live?
If I's a mole in the ground I'd root that mountain down
G
C
And I wish I was a mole in the ground
Oh, Kimpy wants a nine dollar shawl
Yes, Kimpy wants a nine dollar shawl
When I come o'er the hill with a forty dollar bill
Baby, where you been so long?
I been in the Bend so long
Yes, I been in the Bend so long
I been in the Bend with the rough and rowdy men
Baby, where you been so long?
Oh, I don't like a railroad man
No, I don't like a railroad man
The railroad man he'll kill you when he can
Drink up your blood like wine
Oh, I wish I was a lizard in the spring
Yes, I wish I was a lizard in the spring
If I's a lizard in the spring I'd hear my darlin' sing
And I wish I was a lizard in the spring
Oh Kimpy, let your hair roll down
Kimpy, let your hair roll down
Let your hair roll down and your bangs curl around
Oh Kimpy, let your hair roll down
I wish I was a mole in the ground
Yes, I wish I was a mole in the ground
If I's a mole in the ground I'd root that mountain down
And I wish I was a mole in the ground
The lakes of Pontchartrain
I stepped on board of a railroad car
Beneath the morning sun
I rode the rods till evening
And I laid me down again
All strangers were no friends to me
Till a dark girl towards me came
And I fell in love with a Creole girl
By the lakes of Pontchartrain
I said, My pretty Creole girl
My money here's no good
And if it weren't for the alligator
I'd sleep out in the wood
You're welcome here, kind stranger
Our house is very plain
But we never turned a stranger out
On the banks of Pontchartrain
She took me in to her mammy's house
And treated me quite well
The hair upon her shoulders
In jet black ringlets fell
To try to 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'd marry me
She said that never could be
For she had a lover
And he was far at sea
She said that she would wait for him
And true she would remain
Till he returned to his Creole girl
On the lakes of Pontchartrain
So fair thee well, my pretty young girl
I never may see you no more
But I'll never 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
By the lakes of Pontchartrain
A fine young man it was indeed
Mounted on his milk-white steed
He rode, he rode, and he rode all alone
Until he came to lovely Joan
"Good morning to you, my pretty maid"
And "Twice good morning, sir," she said
He tipped her the wink, and she rolled her dark eye
Says he to himself, "I'll be there by and by"
"Oh, don't you think these pooks of hay
A pretty place for us to play?
So come with me, me sweet young thing
And I'll give you my golden ring"
So he took off his ring of gold
Says, "Me pretty fair miss, do this behold
Freely I'll give it for your maidenhead"
And her cheeks they blushed like the roses red
"Come give that ring into my hand
And I will neither stay nor stand
For your ring is worth much more to me
Than twenty maidenheads," said she
And as he made for the pooks of hay
She leapt on his horse and tore away
He called, he called, but he called in vain
For Joan she ne'er looked back again
Nor did she she think herself quite safe
Until she came to her true love's gate
She'd robbed him of his horse and ring
And she left him to rage in the meadows green
Word is to the kitchen gone, and word is to the hall
F
G
C
Am
C
G
C
And word is up to Madam the Queen and that's the worst of all
F
G
C
Am
C
G
C
That Mary Hamilton's borne a babe, to the highest Stuart of all
C
F
C
C
G
"Arise, arise Mary Hamilton, arise and tell to me
F
G
C
Am
C
G
C
What thou hast done with thy wee babe I saw and heard weep by thee?"
C
Am
(
C
)
C
G
"I put him in a tiny boat, and cast him out to sea
F
G
C
Am
C
G
C
That he might sink or he might swim, but he'd never come back to me"
"Arise, arise Mary Hamilton, arise and come with me
There is a wedding in Glasgow town, this night we'll go and see"
She put not on her robes of black, nor her robes of brown
But she put on her robes of white, to ride into Glasgow town
And as she rode into Glasgow town the city for to see
The bailiff's wife and the provost's wife cried "ach and alas for thee"
"Ah you need not weep for me," she cried," you need not weep for me
For had I not slain my own wee babe this death I would not die"
Ah little did my mother think when first she cradled me
The lands I was to travel in and the death I was to die"
Last night I washed the Queen's feet and put the gold in her hair
And the only reward I find for this is the gallows to be my share"
"Cast off, cast off my gown," she cried,"but let my petticoat be
And tie a napkin 'round my face; the gallows I would not see"
Then by and come the King himself, looked up with a pitiful eye
"Come down, come down Mary Hamilton, tonight, you will dine with me"
"Ah hold your tongue, my sovereign liege, and let your folly be
For if you'd a mind to save my life, you'd never have shamed me here
Last night there were four Marys, tonight there'll be but three
There was Mary Beaton and Mary Seaton and Mary Carmichael and me"
Now westlin winds, and slaughtering guns
Bring Autumn's pleasant weather
The moorcock springs on whirring wings
Among the blooming heather
Now waving grain, wide o'er the plain
Delights the weary farmer
And the moon shines bright, as I rove by night
To muse upon my charmer
The partridge loves the fruitful fells
The plover loves the mountains
The woodcock haunts the lonely dells
The soaring heron the fountains
Through lofty groves, the cushat roves
The path o' man to shun it
The hazel bush overhangs the thrush
The spreading thorn the linnet
Thus every kind their pleasure find
The savage and the tender
Some social join, and leagues combine
Some solitary wander
Avaunt, away, the cruel sway!
Tyrannic man's dominion!
The sportsman's joy, the murdering cry
The fluttering, gory pinion!
But Peggy dear, the evening's clear
Swift flies the skimming swallow
The sky is blue, the fields in view
All fading green and yellow
Come let us stray our gladsome way
And view the charms of Nature
The rustling corn, the fruited thorn
And every happy creature
We'll gently walk, and sweetly talk
While the silent moon shines clearly
I'll clasp thy waist, and fondly pressed
Swear how I love thee dearly
Not vernal showers to budding flowers
Not Autumn to the farmer
So dear can be, as thou to me
My fair, my lovely charmer!
I know dark clouds will gather round me
I know my way is hard and steep
But beautious fields arise before me
Where God redeems there vigils keep
I'm going there to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home
Cold winter was turnin' o'er moor and o'er mountain
G
D
E7
A7
And wild was the surge on the dark rollin' sea
D
G
D
When I met about daybreak a bonny young lassie
G
D
A7
D
That asked me the road and the miles to Dundee
I said, "My young lassie, I cannae well tell ye
The road and the distance I ne'er can well gauge
But if you'll permit me to gang a wee bittie
I'll show ye the road and the miles to Dundee
At once she consented and gave me her arm
Nae a word did I speir wham that lassie might hear
She appeared like an angel in feature and form
As she walked by my side on the road to Dundee
At length with the Howe o' Strathmartine behind us
The spires o' the toon in full view we could see
She said, "Gentle sir, I can never forget ye
For showin' me so far on the road to Dundee
This ring and this purse please accept as a token
And surely there's somethin' that ye can give me
That in years to come I'll the laddie remember
Who showed me the road and the miles to Dundee?"
I took the gold pin from the scarf on my bosom
And said, "Take ye this, in remembrance o' me"
And bravely I kissed the sweet lips o' the lassie
'Ere I parted wi' her on the road to Dundee
So here's to the lassie, I ne'er will forget her
To ilk a young laddie that's listenin' to me
Never be sweir to convoy a young lassie
Though it's only to show her the road to Dundee
Oh, my name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep, chimney sweep
D
G
D
Oh, my name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep
G
D
A
Oh, my name it is Sam Hall and I've robbed both great and small
D
G
D
A
And my neck shall pay for all, when I die, when I die
D
G
D
And my neck shall pay for all, when I die
I have twenty pounds in store, that's not all, that's not all
I have twenty pounds in store, that's not all
I have twenty pounds in store and I'll rob for twenty more
For the rich must help the poor, so must I, so must I
For the rich must help the poor, so must I
Oh, they brought me to Coot Hill in a cart, in a cart
Oh, they brought me to Coot Hill in a cart
Oh, they brought me to Coot Hill, that's where I made my will
Saying, the best of friends must part, so must I, so must I
Saying, the best of friends must part, so must I
Up the ladder I did grope, that's no joke, that's no joke
Up the ladder I did grope, that's no joke
Up the ladder I did grope and the hangman fixed the rope
But never a word I spoke coming down, coming down
But never a word I spoke coming down
Oh, my name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep, chimney sweep
Oh, my name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep
Oh, my name it is Sam Hall and I've robbed both great and small
And my neck shall pay for all, when I die, when I die
And my neck shall pay for all, when I die
Shallow, shallow brown
I am bound to be a sailor
Gonna ship on board a whaler
Gonna cross that stormy water
Like a lamb unto the slaughter
Fare thee well to Old Virginia
Fare thee well my Julianna
It's whispered in the kitchen, it's whispered in the hall
G
C
G
|
G
D
C
The broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair!
G
|
G
D
C
That king's daughter goes with child among the ladies all
G
|
G
D
G
And they'll never go down to the broom any more!
It's whispered by the ladies one unto the other
The broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair
That king's daughter goes with child unto her own brother
And they'll never go down to the broom any more
He's taken his sister down to his father's deer park
The broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair
With a yew tree bow and arrow slung fast across his back
And they'll never go down to the broom any more
And when it is you hear me, give a loud cry
The broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair
Shoot from your bow an arrow and there let me lie
And we'll never go down to the broom any more
And when that you see that I am lying dead
The broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair
Put me in a grave, with a turf all at my head
And we'll never go down to the broom any more
And when he has heard her, give a loud cry
Oh the broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair
A silver arrow from his bow he suddenly let fly
And they'll never go down to the broom any more
Then he has dug a grave both long and deep
The broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair
And he buried his own sister with their babe at her feet
And they'll never go down to the broom any more
Then he has gone home to his father's own hall
The broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair
There was music and dancing, there were minstrels and all
And they'll never go down to the broom any more
Oh Willie, oh Willie, what gives you such pain?
The broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair
I have lost a sheath and knife I will never find again
And they'll never go down to the broom any more
The ships of your father are sailing on the sea
The broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair
Can bring as good a sheath and knife unto thee
And you'll never go down to the broom any more
The ships of my father are sailing on the sea
The broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair
Can never, ever bring such a sheath and knife to me
And we'll never go down to the broom any more
Away, I'm bound away, 'cross the wide Missouri
Oh Shenandoah, I love your daughter
Away, you rolling river
Oh Shenandoah, I love your daughter
Away, I'm bound away, 'cross the wide Missouri
'Tis seven long years since last I saw you
Away, you rolling river
'Tis seven long years since last I saw you
Away, I'm bound away, 'cross the wide Missouri
Oh Shenandoah, I love your daughter
Away, you rolling river
Oh Shenandoah, I'll come to claim her
Away, I'm bound away, 'cross the wide Missouri
The boat rides South of Ailsa Craig in the waning of the light
G
D
D
Bm
G
D
A
There's thirty men in Lendalfit to make our burdens light
D
A
D
G
D
A
And there's thirty horse at Hazelholm with the halters on their heads
G
D
D
Bm
G
A
D
All set this night upon yon height if wind and water speed
Bm
F#m
Smugglers drink of the Frenchman's wine
Bm
D
A
And the darkest night is the smuggler's time
G
D
Bm
Away we ran from the excise man
D
G
It's a smuggler's life for me
D
A
D
It's a smuggler's life for me
Oh, lass ye have a cosy bed and cattle ye have ten
Can ye no live a lawful life and live with lawful men?
But must I live with homely goods when there's foreign gear so fine
Must I drink at the waterside, and France so full of wine?
Smugglers drink of the Frenchman's wine
And the darkest night is the smuggler's time
Away we ran from the excise man
It's a smuggler's life for me
It's a smuggler's life for me
And when at last the sun comes up and the cargo's safely stored
Like sinless saints to church we'll go, God's mercy to afford
And there's champagne fine for communion wine, the parson drinks it too
With a sly wink prays "Forgive these men, for they know not what they do"
Smugglers drink of the Frenchman's wine
And the darkest night is the smuggler's time
Away we ran from the excise man
It's a smuggler's life for me
It's a smuggler's life for me
And great God she was lying there dead, lying there dead
Let her go. Let her go, God bless her
Where ever she may be
She may search death like life
But she'll never find another man like me
When I die please bury me
In a high top stetson hat
Put gold coins over my eyelids
So the boys will know I died standing pat
Get six gamblers to carry my coffin
Six chorus girls to sing my song
Put a jazz band on my tail gate
To raise hell as we roll along
This is the end of my story
So let's have another round of booze
And if anyone should ask you just tell them
I've got the St. James Infirmary blues
Where shall we gang and dine the day?"
"In behind yon old fail dyke
I wot there lies a new slain knight
And nobody kens that he lies there
But his hawk and his hound and his lady fair
His hawk and his hound and his lady fair"
His hawk is to the hunting gone
His hound to fetch the wildfowl home
His lady has taken another mate
So we can make our dinner sweet
We can make our dinner sweet"
"You can sit on his white breast bone
And I'll pick out his bonny blue eyes
And with a lock of his yellow hair
We'll thick our nest when it grows bare
We'll thick our nest when it grows bare"
"And many's a one for him makes moan
Nobody kens where he has gone
Through his white bones when they grow bare
The wind shall blow forever mare
The wind shall blow forever mare"
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun don't ever shine
B7
E
I will shiver the whole night through
My girl, my girl, where will you go?
I'm going where the cold wind blows
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun don't ever shine
I will shiver the whole night through
My husband was a hard working man
Still a mile and a half from here
His head was found in the driving wheel
And his body never never been found
My girl, my girl, don't you lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night?
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun don't ever shine
I will shiver the whole night through
