Fairport Convention : Misc: Fairport Convention

Capo:

III

Am

D/a

Am7

D/a

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Am7

D/a

G

D/f#

Em

Am7

D/a

Oh hark! the drums do beat, my love, no longer can we stay

Am7

D/a

Am7

G

C

D/a

Em7

The bugle-horns are sounding clear, and we must march away

Am7

D/a

Am7

G

C

D/a

Em7

We're ordered down to Portsmouth, and it's many the weary mile

Am7

D/a

Am7

G

Am7

G

Am7

To join the British Army on the banks of the Nile Oh Willie, dearest Willie, don't leave me here to mourn Don't make me curse and rue the day that ever I was born For the parting of our love would be like parting with my life So stay at home, my dearest love, and I will be your wife Oh my Nancy, dearest Nancy, sure that will never do The government has ordered, and we are bound to go The government has ordered, and the Queen she gives command And I am bound on oath, my love, to serve in a foreign land Oh, but I'll cut off my yellow hair, and I'll go along with you I'll dress myself in uniform, and I'll see Egypt too I'll march beneath your banner while fortune it do smile And we'll comfort one another on the banks of the Nile But your waist it is too slender, and your fingers they are too small In the sultry suns of Egypt your rosy cheeks would spoil Where the cannons they do rattle, when the bullets they do fly And the silver trumpets sound so loud to hide the dismal cries Oh, cursed be those cruel wars, that ever they began For they have robbed our country of many the handsome men They've robbed us of our sweethearts while their bodies they feed the lions On the dry and sandy deserts which are the banks of the Nile

D

A

You make me nervous when I see you

G

D

Em

I can't imagine what it's like to be you

F#m

G

A

It's a mystery to me everyday

G

D

Em

A

And I've got to get away

D

A

I put a bet on with a bookie

G

D

Em

For the race they put on over in Kentucky

F#m

G

A

It's lovely at this time of year, so they say

G

D

Em

A

And I've got to get away

Em

D

But I'm a dreamer and you know

Em

G

D

I'm a schemer with an eye for a show

G

D

It's my imagination when I get low

Em

G

A

And the truth is I don't think I'll ever go

D

Em

We used to say

D

/g

Em

That come the day

D

/c#

Bm

Bm7

Am

Am7

We'd all be making songs

C

G

Or finding better words

C

G

D

These ideas never lasted long The way is up Along the road The air is growing thin Too many friends who tried Were blown off this mountain with the wind

D

Am

Meet on the ledge, we're gonna meet on the ledge

C

G

When my time is up I'm gonna see all my friends

D

Am

Meet on the ledge, we're gonna meet on the ledge

C

G

If you really mean it, it all comes round again Yet now I see I'm all alone But that's the only way to be You'll have your chance again Then you can do the work for me Meet on the ledge, we're gonna meet on the ledge When my time is up I'm gonna see all my friends Meet on the ledge, we're gonna meet on the ledge If you really mean it, it all comes round again

G

D

C

/b

Am

When the stone is grown too cold to kneel

G

Bm

C

D

In crystal waters I'll be bound

G

D

C

/b

Am

G

D

Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel

G

D

C

/b

Am

Now be thankful for good things below

G

Bm

C

D

Now be thankful to your maker

G

D

C

/b

Am

Em

D

For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know

Am

G

D/f#

Em

D

Em

D

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When the fire is grown too fierce to breathe In burning irons I'll be bound Fierce as fire, weary to the sounds upon the wheel Now be thankful for good things below Now be thankful to your maker For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know

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F#m

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D

|

F#m

|

D

|

E

Bm

Won't you rise for the hangman

D

A

E

His pleasure is that you should rise

Bm

He's the judge and the jury

D

E

Bm

A

D

At the jester's assize Poor Will on the gallows tree Never a cruel word did say Oh that a young man Should be treated this way

F#m

F#

Bm

Run to me mother of anyone's child

F#m

A

E

And tell me the revelry planned

F#m

F#

Bm

Judges and barristers, clerks at the law

F#m

A

E

His show is the best in the land

F#m

A

E

Here's a health to the Jolly Hangman

F#m

A

E

He'll hang you the best that he can

F#m

A

Here's a health to the Jolly |

Em

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D

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C

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Bsus4

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B

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A

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G

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F#m

| % | % | % | No purse for a champion No true love come over the stile The debt of a poor man He'll pay in awhile Poor ladies, poor gentleman Born of a sorry degree Will you laugh for the hangman When he comes for his fee? Run to me mother of anyone's child And tell me the revelry planned Judges and barristers, clerks at the law His show is the best in the land Here's a health to the Jolly Hangman He'll hang you the best that he can Here's a health to the Jolly

Tuning: DADGAD (not sure for the Fairport version)

D

C

G

x4

D

C

D

My young love said to me, my mother don't mind

C

D

C

D

And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind

C

D

C

D

And she laid her hand on me and this is she did say

C

D

C

D

It will not be long love till our wedding day

D

C

D

x2

And she went away from me and moves through the fair And fondly I watched her move here and move there And then she went homeward, just one star awake Like a swan in the evening moves over the lake

D

C

D

x2

Last night she came to me, my dead love came in So softly she came that her feet made no din And she laid her hand on me and this she did say Oh, it will not be long love till our wedding day

D

C

G

D

G

D

G

D

A King sat in Dunfermline town

G

D

G

D

Drinking of the blood-red wine

Em

C

G

"Where can I get a good sea captain

D

C

G

Am

To sail this mighty ship of mine?" Then up there spoke a bonny boy Sitting at the King's right knee "Sir Patrick Spens is the very best seaman That ever sailed upon the sea" The King has written a broad letter And sealed it up with his own right hand Sending word unto Sir Patrick To come to him at his command An enemy then this must be Who told a lie concerning me For I was never a very good seaman Nor ever do intend to be Last night I saw the new moon With the old moon in her hair A sign, a sign since we were born That means there'll be a deadly storm They had not sailed upon the sea a day A day but barely three When loud and boisterous blew the winds And loud and stormy blew the sea Then up there came a mermaiden A comb and glass all in her hand "Here's a health to you my merry young men For you'll not see dry land again" Oh, long may my lady look With a lantern in her hand Before she sees my bonny ship Come sailing homewards to dry land Forty miles off Aberdeen The waters fifty fathoms deep There lies good Sir Patrick Spens With the Scots lords at his feet

Fairport Convention : Misc: Fairport Convention

Banks Of The Nile (Sandy Denny) 1970

I'm A Dreamer (Sandy Denny) 1977

Meet On The Ledge 1968

Now Be Thankful 1970

Poor Will And The Jolly Hangman 1970

She Moves Through The Fair 1968

Sir Patrick Spens 1970