The Banks Of Strathdon

 Gelernt habe ich den Song von einer Aufnahme von Cathal McConnell

 

 

The Banks of Strathdon

Capo 9


As [D]I went out [G]wal[D]king one  [G]morning [A]in [D]May
Down [G]by yon green [D]meadow I [Em/G]chanced for to [A]stray
I [G]met with a [D]fair maid she was [Bm]stan[A]ding a[G]lone
She was [D]bleaching her [G]clothes [D]on - the [A]Banks of Strath[D]don

So [D]I said un[G]to [D]her as [G]I seemed [A]to [D]pass
"You're [G]bleaching your [D]clothes here my [Em]bonnie wee [A]lass
Tis [G]twelve months and [D]better since [Bm]I've [A]had a [G]mind
For to [D]ask you to [G]marry [D]me if [A]you're sae in[G]clined."

"To [D]marry you, to [G]marry [D]you O [G]I'm far [A]too [D]young
And be[G]sides all you [D]young men have a [Em]flattering [A]tongue
My [G]father and [D]mother would [Bm]both [A]angry [G]be
If [D]I were to [G]mar[D]ry a [A]young man like [D]thee."

"O [D]hold your tongue [G]las[D]sie and [G]do not [A]say [D]no
You can [G]cure all the [D]pains love that [Em]I under[A]go
But I'll [G]bid you a [D]good man though [Bm]I [A]gang a[G]lone
So I'll [D]bid you good [G]mor[D]ning on the [A]Banks of Strath[G]don."

"A[D]bide my dear [G]lad[D]die, you've [G]fair won [A]my [D]heart
[G]Here is my [D]hand and we [Em]never shall [A]part
We [G]never shall [D]part till the [Bm]day that [A]we [G]die
And may [D]all good [G]at[D]tend us wher[A]ever we [G]be."

"O it's [D]now you've [G]con[D]sented though [G]now out [A]of [D]time
The [G]cruel words you've [D]spoken have [Em]altered my [A]mind
Dark [G]clouds are a-[D]gathering and [Bm]rain will [A]be [G]on."
So they [D]shook hands and [G]par[D]ted on the [A]Banks of Strath[D]don.

"So [D]come all you [G]fair [D]maids and a [G]warning take [A]by [D]me
[G]Never slight your [D]young man for [Em]his pover[A]ty
For in [G]slighting this [D]young man I'm a[Bm]fraid I'll [A]get [G]none
And [D]live and die [G]un[D]married on the [A]Banks of Strath[G]don."
{define: Em/G 0 0 2 2 0}

Lord Franklin

 Den Song spiele ich schon sehr lange, das Arrangement verändert sich immer mal leicht.

 

Lord Franklin


Capo 1

[D]We were homeward bound one night [G]on the deep
[Em]Swinging in my hammock I [A]fell asleep      
[D]I dreamed a [Bm]dream and I [G]thought it [D]true
[Em]Concerning [A]Franklin and his [G]gallant [D]crew

[D]With 100 seamen he [G]sailed away
[Em]To the frozen ocean in the [A]month of May
[D]To seek a [Bm]passage [G]around the [D]pole
[Em]Where all poor [A]sailors do [G]sometimes [D]go.

[Bm]Through cruel hardships they [G]vainly strove
[Em]Their ships on mountains of [A]ice was drove
[Bm]Only the Eskimo with his [G]skin [D]canoe
[Em]Was the only [A]one that [G]ever came [D]through

[D]In Baffin’s Bay where the [G]whale fish blow
[Em]The fate of Franklin no [A]man may know
[D]The fate of [Bm]Franklin [G]no tongue can [D]tell
[Em]And Lord [A]Franklin among his [G]seamen do [D]dwell

[Bm]And now my burden it [Em]gives me pain
[G]For my Lord Franklin I’d [A]sail the main
[D]Ten thousand [Bm]pounds I would [G]freely [D]give
[Em]To know Lord [A]Franklin, and [G]where he [D]is.

Sullivan's John, ein Lied von Pecker Dunne

 Ich wurde durch die Aufnahme von The Fiddle Case auf diesen Song aufmerksam. Es gibt auch eine schöne Aufnahme von The Sweeney's Men. Daoiri Farrell hat ihn auch auf seinem letzten Album veröffentlicht.

[D/A]O’Sullivan [D/F#]John to the [D/A]road you're [C]gone,
far a[D/A]way from your [C]native [D/A]land,
You've [D/A]gone with the [C]tinker’s[Am] daugh[C]ter
far a[D]long the [D/F#]road to [C]roam,
O'[D/A]Sullivan [C]John you [Am]wont stick it [C]long
till your [D/A]belly will [D/F#]soon be [Am]slack
And you [D/A]roam the [D/F#]road with a [D/A]mighty [C]loan
and a [D/A]tinkerbox [C]on your [D/A]back.

I met [D]Katie Cof[D/F#]fee with her neat ba[Am]by,
be[C]hind on her [Am]back strapped [D]on,
She'd an [D]old ash [C/G]plant held [Am]in her [C]hand
for to [D]drag the [D/F#]donkey a[Am]long,
En[D]quiring at [Am]every [C]farmers [Am]house,
as a[D]long the [D/F#]road she [Am]passed,
And it's [D]where could she [D/F#]get an old pot to [Am]mend,
and [C]where could she [Am]swap an [D]ass.

There's a [D]hairy ass fair in the County [C]Clare
in a [Am]place they call [C]Spancil [D]Hill,
Where [D]my brother [C/G]James got a [C]wrap of a [G]haimes,
and poor [D]Paddy they [D/F#]tried to [Am]kill,
They [D]loaded him [C]up on a [C/G]donkey and [D]cart
while [D]Kate and big Mary looked [Am]on,
Oh, I [D]curse the [D/F#]day that I went a[C]way,
to [Am]join with the [C]tinker [D]band.

Medhel an Gwyns (Soft is the Wind) aus dem Film Poldark

 

 Ein wunderschönes Lied aus der Serie Poldark

Medhel an Gwyns (Soft is the Wind)
3/4 time
Capo fret 7
 
[Dm]Memories like [C]voices that [F]call on the [Dm]wind
[Bb]Medhel an [Gm]gwyns, Medhel an [Dm]gwyns
[Dm]Whispered and [F]tossed on the [C]tide coming [Dm]in
[Bb]Medhel, oh [Am]Medhel an [Dm]gwyns
 
[Dm]Voices like [C]songs that are [F]heard in the [Dm]dawn
[Bb]Medhel an [Gm]gwyns, Medhel an [Dm]gwyns
[Dm]Singing the [F]secrets of [C]children un[Dm]born
[Bb]Medhel, oh [Am]Medhel an [Dm]gwyns
 
[Dm]Dreams like the [C]memories once [F]born on the [Dm]wind
[Bb]Medhel an [Gm]gwyns, Medhel an [Dm]gwyns
[Dm]Lovers and [F]children and [C]copper and [Dm]tin
[Bb]Medhel, oh [Am]Medhel an [Dm]gwyns
 
[Dm]Dreams like the [C]castles that [F]sleep in the [Dm]sand
[Bb]Medhel an [Gm]gwyns, Medhel an [Dm]gwyns
[Dm]Slip through the [F]fingers or [C]held in the [Dm]hand
[Bb]Medhel, oh [Am]Medhel an [Dm]gwyns
 
[Dm]Songs like the [C]dreams that the [F]bal maiden [Dm]spins
[Bb]Medhel an [Gm]gwyns, Medhel an [Dm]gwyns
[Dm]Weaving the [F]song of the [C]cry of the [Dm]tin
[Bb]Medhel, oh [Am]Medhel an [Dm]gwyns
[Bb]Medhel, oh [Am]Medhel an [Dm]gwyns

 

 

Curra Road

 Wunderschöner Song, geschrieben von Ger Wolfe. Ich habe ihn erstmals bewusst bei Niall Hanna gehört.

{t:Curra Road}
{st:Ger Wolfe}

Capo 3


[G]In the [C]summer we'll go [G]walking, [G]way down to the [C]river, down the Curra [G]Road
[G]There's a [C]blue sky we'll walk [G]under, listen to the [C]humming bees and on we'll [G]go
 
{soc}
[C]We won't [D/A]worry 'bout the [C]traffic, [D]worry 'bout the [C]way to go,[D] worry bout the [G]phone
[G]In the [C]summer we'll go [G]walking, way down to the [C]river, down the Curra [G]Road
{eoc}

[G]Past the [C]cattle at their [G]grazing, [G]through the woods of [C]hazel, holly, birch and [G]oak
[G]Past the [C]robin on the [G]gatepost, singing to the [C]bluebells, sunlight is their [G]host
 
{soc}
[C]We won't [D]worry 'bout the [C]weather, [D]worry 'bout it r[C]aining, wo[D]rry bout the [G]snow
[G]In the [C]summer we'll go [G]walking, way down to the [C]river, down the Curra [G]Road
{eoc}
 
[G]There is [C]music at the r[G]iver, listen to it [C]dancing underneath the [G]bridge
[G]And the[C] wind is hardly [G]breathing, words unto the [C]willow branches over[G]head
 
{soc}
[C]We won't [D]worry 'bout the [C]government, [D]worry 'bout the [C]way to go,[D] worry bout the[G] day
[G]In the [C]summer we'll go [G]lauging, hand in hand to[C]gether, down the dusty [G]way.
{eoc}

(Outro)
[C]We won't [D]worry 'bout the [C]government, [D]worry 'bout the [C]way to go,[D] worry bout the[G] day
[G]In the summer we'll go [Bm]laughing, hand in hand [C]together, [C9/G]down the Curra [G]Road
{define: D/A 0 2 4 0 0}

Sam Hall - Tutorial

 Ein kleines Tutorial zur Songbegleitung für Sam Hall. Nur der erste Teil. Part 2 folgt demnächst. Hier ist der ganze Song zu hören.

NoCapo

[D]  [G]  [D]
Oh, me [D]name it is Sam [G]Hall,
chimney [D]sweep, chimney [A]sweep
Oh, me [D]name it is Sam [G]Hall,
chimney [D]sweep

Oh, me [G]name it is Sam [Em]Hall,
and I've [D]robbed both great and [A]small
And me [Bm]neck will pay for [G]all,
when I [D]die, when I [A]die
And me [Bm]neck will pay for [G]all,
[A]when I [D]die

I have [D]twenty [F#m]pounds in [Bm]store,
[D]that's not [G]all, that's not [A]all
I have [D]twenty [F#m]pounds in [Bm]store,
[A]that's not [G]all

I have [Em]twenty pounds in [G]store,
and I'd [D/A]rob for [G/B]twenty [A/C#]more
For the [D]rich must [F#m]help the [Bm]poor,
[D]so must [G]I, so must [A]I
For the [D]rich must [F#m]help the [Bm]poor,
[A]so must [G]I

Oh, they [D]took me to Coot[G]hill,
in a [D]cart, in a [A]cart
Oh, they [D]took me to Coot[G]hill,
in a [D]cart

Oh, they [G]took me to Coothill,
where I [D]stopped to make my [A]will
For the [D]best of friends must [G]part,
so must [D]I, so must [A]I
For the [D]best of friends must [G]part,
so must [D]I

Up the [D]ladder I did [G]grope,
that's no [D]joke, that's no [A]joke
Up the [D]ladder I did [G]grope,
that's no [D]joke

Up the [G]ladder I did grope,
and the [D]hangman he pulled his [A]rope
But [D]ne'ar a word I [G]spoke,
tumbling [D]down, tumbling [A]down
But [D]ne'ar a word I [G]spoke,
tumbling [D]down

Oh, me [D]name it is Sam [G]Hall,
chimney [D]sweep, chimney [A]sweep
Oh, me [D]name it is Sam [G]Hall,
chimney [D]sweep

Oh, me [G]name it is Sam Hall,
and I've [D]robbed both great and [A]small
And me [D]neck will pay for [G]all,
when I [D]die, when I [A]die
And me [D]neck will pay for [G]all,
when I [D]die

 

 

Sam Hall

 NoCapo

[D]  [G]  [D]
Oh, me [D]name it is Sam [G]Hall,
chimney [D]sweep, chimney [A]sweep
Oh, me [D]name it is Sam [G]Hall,
chimney [D]sweep

Oh, me [G]name it is Sam [Em]Hall,
and I've [D]robbed both great and [A]small
And me [Bm]neck will pay for [G]all,
when I [D]die, when I [A]die
And me [Bm]neck will pay for [G]all,
[A]when I [D]die

I have [D]twenty [F#m]pounds in [Bm]store,
[D]that's not [G]all, that's not [A]all
I have [D]twenty [F#m]pounds in [Bm]store,
[A]that's not [G]all

I have [Em]twenty pounds in [G]store,
and I'd [D/A]rob for [G/B]twenty [A/C#]more
For the [D]rich must [F#m]help the [Bm]poor,
[D]so must [G]I, so must [A]I
For the [D]rich must [F#m]help the [Bm]poor,
[A]so must [G]I

Oh, they [D]took me to Coot[G]hill,
in a [D]cart, in a [A]cart
Oh, they [D]took me to Coot[G]hill,
in a [D]cart

Oh, they [G]took me to Coothill,
where I [D]stopped to make my [A]will
For the [D]best of friends must [G]part,
so must [D]I, so must [A]I
For the [D]best of friends must [G]part,
so must [D]I

Up the [D]ladder I did [G]grope,
that's no [D]joke, that's no [A]joke
Up the [D]ladder I did [G]grope,
that's no [D]joke

Up the [G]ladder I did grope,
and the [D]hangman he pulled his [A]rope
But [D]ne'ar a word I [G]spoke,
tumbling [D]down, tumbling [A]down
But [D]ne'ar a word I [G]spoke,
tumbling [D]down

Oh, me [D]name it is Sam [G]Hall,
chimney [D]sweep, chimney [A]sweep
Oh, me [D]name it is Sam [G]Hall,
chimney [D]sweep

Oh, me [G]name it is Sam Hall,
and I've [D]robbed both great and [A]small
And me [D]neck will pay for [G]all,
when I [D]die, when I [A]die
And me [D]neck will pay for [G]all,
when I [D]die

Go Your Way, my Love - Anne Briggs

 {t:Go Your Way}
{st:Anne Briggs}
Capo 9
 
 
[D]Drawing water from the [A]well
[D]Spilling over on the [A]grass [
[D]Walking home my heart is [Bm]filled with [A]pain
 
{soc}
[A]Go your [G]way, my [A]love
[A]Go your [G]way, my [A]love
{eoc}
 
 
[D]And as I wander through the [A]trees
[D]Picking up the windy [A]leaves
[D]Thinking where you may be [Bm]sleeping [A]now
 
{soc}
[A]Go your [G]way, my [A]love
[A]Go your [G]way, my [A]love
{eoc}
 
 
[D]As I sit mending your [A]clothes
[D]That you will never ever [A]wear
[D]Cooking daily for you, [Bm]I do pre[A]pare
 
 
{soc}
[A]Go your [G]way, my [A]love
[A]Go your [G]way, my [A]love
{eoc}
 
 
[D]Is there war in some far [A]land?
[D]And have you got to land your [A]hand
[D]And do you liе broken and [Bm]dying [A]now?
 
 
{soc}
[A]Go your [G]way, my [A]love
[A]Go your [G]way, my [A]love
{eoc}
 
 
[D]Drawing water from the [A]well
[D]Spilling over on the [A]grass
[D]Walking home my heart is [Bm]filled with [A]pain
 
 
{soc}
[A]Go your [G]way, my [A]love
[A]Go your [G]way, my [A]love
[A]Go your [G]way, my [A]love
[A]Go your [G]way, my [A]love
{eoc}

Cavan Girl

Capo 7

As I [D]walk the [A]road from [Bm]Killa[A]shandra, [G]weary [A]I sit [D]down.
For it’s [D]twelve long [A]miles a[Bm]round the [A]lake to [G]get to [A]Cavan [G]town.
[D]All a[A]long the [Bm]road I [A]go once [G]seemed be[A]yond com[G]pare.
Now I [D]curse the [A]time it [Bm]takes to [A]reach my [G]Cavan [A]girl so [D]fair.


The [D]autumn [A]shades are [Bm]on the [A]leaves, the [G]trees will [A]soon be [D]bare,
An [D]each red [A]coated [Bm]leaf pro[A]vides  the [G]color [A]of her [G]hair.
My [D]gaze re[A]treats to [Bm]meet my [A]feet and [G]once a[A]gain I [G]sigh,
For the [D]broken [A]chords of [Bm]sky pro[A]vide the [G]colors [A]of her [D]eye.

 
At the [D]Cavan [A]Cross each [Bm]Sunday [A]morning [G]there she [A]can be [D]found,
And she [D]seems to [A]have the [Bm]eye of [A]every [G]boy in [A]Cavan [G]town.
If [D]my luck [A]holds I’ll [Bm]have the [A]golden [G]summer [A]of her [G]smile,
And to [D]break the [A]hearts of [Bm]Cavan [A]men, she’ll [G]talk to [A]me a [D]while.


So next [D]Sunday [A]evening [Bm]finds me [A]homeward - [G]Killa[A]shandra [D]bound,
To [D]work the [A]week, till [Bm]I re[A]turn to [G]court in [A]Cavan [G]town.
When [D]asked if [A]she would [Bm]be my [A]bride at [G]least she’d [A]not said „n[G]o“,
So next [D]Sunday [A]morning, I‘ll [Bm]raise my[A]self, and [G]off to [A]her I’ll [D]go.

Picking Pattern für Songs

 Ein einfaches Pattern für Songs:

Na Buachailli Alainn

 Ein alter Clannad-Song, im Original auf Gälisch. Den englischen Text habe ich aus zwei Übersetzungen zusammengebastelt.

{t:Oro na buachailli}
{c:Capo 7}

[D]Blessed be the [G/B]boys who left
they [D]went to work in [G/B]Scotland
[D]they gave me a [G/B]sunday suit
and [D]shoes of spanish [G]leather

{soc}
[D]Oro na [G/B]buachailli
Na [D]buachailli bi [G/B]alainn
[O]ro na [G/B]buachailli
Na [D]buachailli bi [G]alainn
{eoc}

{soh}Oro na Bürkali, na Bürkali ni hawlin{eoh}

I look unto the rough sea
My heart is nearly broken
Thinking bout my lovely boys
as they are in their boats, oh

I pray to the lord above
the planets settle down
That they bring the lads back home
in danger being drownded.

A letter from Scotland
it didn’t satisfy me
It said the lads had married
two lovely girls from Scotland

Why did they wed Scottish girls
Why did they go away, lord
Scottish girls are beautiul
but Irish girls are best, o

{soc}
Oro the boys they are, the boys they are so lovely
{eoc}

Donal Lunny, Roisin Elsafty, Mairtin O‘Connor - Pota Mor Fatai

 Schöne Liedbegleitung von Donal Lunny. Zum Teil in DMix, wechselt dann zu Dm und wieder zurück.

Hier mein Tab zum Intro und erster Strophe:

 

Jamie Raeburn

 

 

 

{t:Jamie Raeburn's Farewell - bearbeitet}
{metronome: 73}
{c:The Tannahill Weavers}
{pause: 15}
No Capo

Intro: Low D, 2x erste Zeile, kurze Pause

My [Bm]name is Jamie [G]Raeburn, in [A]Glasgow I was [Bm]born
My [Bm]place and habitation I’m f[A]orced to leave with [Bm]scorn;
From my [Bm]place and habitation I [D]must now gang [A]awa’
Far [Bm]from the bonnie [G]hills and dales o’ [A]Caledoni[Bm]a

Whistle:
It was [Bm]early in the [G]morning just [A]by the break of [Bm]day,
The [Bm]turnkey he came to us, and [A]unto us did [Bm]say:
A[Bm]rise ye hapless convicts, a[D]rise ye one and [A]a’’,
This [Bm]is the day ye [G]are to stray, from [A]Caledoni[Bm]a


We [Bm]all arose, put [G]on our clothes, our [A]hearts were full o’ [Bm]grief,
Our [Bm]friends who stood around the coach, could [A]grant us no [Bm]relief;
Our [Bm]parents, wives and sweethearts dear, their [D]hearts were broke in [A]twa,
To [Bm]see us leave the [G]bonnie braes, o' [A]Caledoni[Bm]a


Fare[Bm]well my dearest [G]mother, I'm [A]vexed for what I've [Bm]done,
I [Bm]hope no/one cast /[G]up to you the /[A]race  that I have [Bm]run;
I [Bm]hope God will protect you when [D]I am far a[A]wa',
Far [Bm]from the bonnie [G]Hills and dales, o' [A]Caledoni[Bm]a.

Whistle:
Fare[Bm]well my honest [G]father, ye [A]were the best o' [Bm]men,
And [Bm]likewise my ain sweetheart, it's [A]Catherine is her [Bm]name;
No [Bm]more we'll walk by Clyde's clear stream or [D]by the Broomie[A]law,
For [Bm]I must leave the [G]hills and dales, o' [A]Caledoni[Bm]a

Hi To The Beggar Man

 

 

Hi To The Beggarman}
{st:Dubliners, Clancy Brothers}


The [D]night being dark and very [A]cold,
A woman took pity on a [A]poor old soul
[D]She took pity on a poor old soul
And asked him [A]to come [D]in
 
 
{soc}
With a [D]too-roo roo-roo rantin [A]hi,
A too-ra loo ra [A]fol-a-diddle-y
[D]Too-roo roo-roo rantin hi,
And hi for the [A]beggar[D]man
{eoc}


He [D]crept into a cozy [A]nook,
He [G]hung his coat u[A]pon a hook
He [D]hung his coat upon a hook
And merrily [A]he did [D]sing

{soc}
With a [D]too-roo roo-roo rantin [A]hi,
A [G]too-ra loo ra [A]fol-a-diddle-y
[D]Too-roo roo-roo rantin hi,
And hi for the [A]beggar[D]man
{eoc}

When [G]he awoke at the [A]first day light
He [G]gazed upon a lovely [A]sight
He [G]gazed upon a [D]lovely sight
'Twas the [G]daughter [A]of the [D]house

{soc}
With a [D]too-roo roo-roo rantin [A]hi,
A [G]too-ra loo ra [A]fol-a-diddle-y
[D]Too-roo roo-roo rantin hi,
And hi for the [A]beggar[D]man
{eoc}

They spent the time in sport and play
He said to her will you away
He said to her will you away
And follow the road with me
 
When the mother arose she looked around
No sign of her daughter could be found
No sign of her daughter could be found
She's away with the beggarman

{soc}
With a [D]too-roo roo-roo rantin [A]hi,
A [G]too-ra loo ra [A]fol-a-diddle-y
[D]Too-roo roo-roo rantin hi,
And hi for the [A]beggar[D]man
{eoc}

Three years went by and one late hour
There came a knock upon a door
There came a knock upon a door
And there was the beggarman

{soc}
With a [D]too-roo roo-roo rantin [A]hi,
A [G]too-ra loo ra [A]fol-a-diddle-y
[D]Too-roo roo-roo rantin hi,
And hi for the [A]beggar[D]man
{eoc}

"Would you [D]like to see your daughter [A]now,
[G]With two babies [A]on her knee
[D]With two babies on her knee
And another one [A]coming [D]on?"

"For [D]yonder she sits and yonder she [A]stands,
The [G]finest lady in [A]all the land
[D]Servants there at her command
Since she went with the [A]beggar[D]man"

{soc}
With a [D]too-roo roo-roo rantin [A]hi,
A [G]too-ra loo ra [A]fol-a-diddle-y
[D]Too-roo roo-roo rantin hi,
And hi for the [A]beggar[D]man
{eoc}

Bogie's Bonnie Belle

 

Bogies Bonny Belle
Capo 3 oder 7!


[G]As I went [C]in by [Am]Huntleigh [D]town,
One [G]evening [Am]for to[G] see,
I [Am]met with Bogey O’ [D]Cair[C]nee,
And with[C] {soh}him{eoh} I [Am]did a[D]gree.
 
To [G]care for his [C]two best [Am]hor[D]ses,
Or [G]cart or [Am]harrow or [G]plough,
Or [Am]anything a[D]bout farm [C]work,
That I [C]very [Am]well should [D]know.
 
Old [G]Bogey [C]had a [Am]daugh[D]ter,
Her [G]name was [Am]Iso[G]bel,
She’s the [Am]lily of the [D]val[C]ley,
And the [C]primrose [Am]of the [D]dell.
 
And [G]when she [C]went out [Am]wa[D]lking,
She [G]took me [Am]for her [G]guide,
Down [Am]by the Burn O’[D]Cair[C]nee,
To [C]watch the [Am]small fish [D]glide.
 
And [G]when three [C]months was [Am]past and [D]gone,
This [G]girl she [Am]lost her [G]bloom.
The [Am]red fell from her [D]rosy [C]cheeks,
And her [C]eyes be[Am]gan to [D]swoon.
 
And [Bm]{soh}when{eoh} nine months were [Am]past and gone,
She [G]bore to me a [Bm]son.
And [Am]I was quickly [D]sent [C]for,
To [C]see what [Am]could be [D]done.
 
I [G]said that [C]I would [Am]marry [D]her,
but [G]no, that [Am]would not [G]do
For [Am]you're not a match for my [D]bonnie [C]girl,
And [C]she’s no [Am]match for [D]you.
 
Now she’s [G]married [C]to a [Am]tinker [D]lad,
That [G]comes from [Am]Huntleigh [G]town.
He sells [Am]pots and pans and [D]paraffin [C]lamps,
And [C]scours the [Am]country [D]round.

[G]Maybe she's [C]gotten a [Am]better [D]match
Old [G]Bogie [Am]cannot [G]tell
But [Am]I was first to [D]win the [C]heart
of [C]Bogie's [Am]bonnie [D]Belle.

Pull Down Below

 Den Titel habe ich auf einer Platte der Black Family gefunden.

{t:Pull Down Below}

{c:Traditional. Arrangement The Black Family}

I [Bm]went to church, I went to chapel

[Am]Pull down b[Bm]elow

I [Bm]went to church, I went to chapel

[G]Pull [Am]down be[Bm]low

Chorus

[Bm]Oh Hielan’ laddie

[Am]Pull down be[Bm]low 

[D]Hielan’ laddie, [Bm]bonnie laddie

[G]Pull [Am]down be[Bm]low

Sally lives on an old plantation

Pull down below 

She’s the daughter of the wild goose nation

Pull down below

Chorus

Seven long years I courted Sally

Pull down below 

And I no care to dilly dally

Pull down below

Chorus

I bought her gowns and I bought her laces

Pull down below

I took her out to the best of places

Pull down below

Chorus

Sally Brown, I loved you dearly

Pull down below

I had your heart or very nearly

Pull down below 

Sally Brown, she wouldn’t marry

Pull down below

And I no longer care to tarry

Pull down below

Chorus

Sally Brown, I took a notion

Pull down below

To sail across the stormy ocean

Pull down below

Chorus x2

Oró ‘Sé Do Bheatha ‘Bhaile - Julie Fowlis Version, Gm

Vor einiger Zeit hat Julie Fowlis zusammen mit Eamon Doorley ein Video gepostet. Hier der Versuch, es zu tabben.

Anschlagmuster für Songs im 3/4 Takt

Hier ein Anschlagmuster im 3/4 Takt. Gehört bei Eamon Doorley. Einfach zu spielen und klingt sehr schön.

Brian Miller - Kitardine

Ein schöner Song von Brian Miller. Ich fand das Intro sehr schön, deshalb habe ich mich mal hingesetzt und versucht, es zu tabben. Habe dann einfach noch ein wenig weiter gemacht. Irgendwann beginnen sich die Pattern zu wiederholen, deshalb habe ich dann aufgehört. Bei "One night" beginnt er zu singen.

Capo: 3. Bund

Copper Kettle

no Capo

[D]Get you a [A]copper [D]kettle,   

[D]Get you a [A]copper [D]coil,

[F#m]Fill it with new-made [Bm]corn mash 

And [Em]never more you'll [A]toil.

{soc}

As you [Bm]lay there by the [F#m]juniper

[Bm]while the moon is [F#m]bright,

[Bm]Watch them jugs a-[Em]filling

[Bm]In the [F#m]pale moon[Bm]light.

{eoc}

[D]My daddy, [A]he made [D]whiskey; 

[D]My grand-[A]daddy, he did [D]too.

[F#m]We ain't paid no [Bm]whiskey tax 

Since [Em]seventeen ninety-[A]two.

{soc}

As you [Bm]lay there by the [F#m]juniper

[Bm]while the moon is[F#m] bright,

[Bm]Watch them jugs a-[Em]filling

[Bm]In the [F#m]pale moon[Bm]light.

{eoc}

[D]Build you a [A]fire with [D]hickory, 

[D]Hickory, [A]ash and [D]oak,

[F#]Don't use no green or [Bm]rotten wood; 

They'll [Em]get you by the [A]smoke.

{soc}

As you [Bm]lay there by the [F#m]juniper

[Bm]while the moon is[F#m] bright,

[Bm]Watch them jugs a-[Em]filling

[Bm]In the [F#m]pale moon[Bm]light.

{eoc}

[D]Get you a [A]copper [D]kettle,   

[D]Get you a [A]copper [D]coil,

[F#]Fill it with new-made [Bm]corn mash 

And [Em]never more you'll [A]toil.

{soc}

As you [Bm]lay there by the [F#m]juniper

[Bm]while the moon is[F#m] bright,

[Bm]Watch them jugs a-[Em]filling

[Bm]In the [F#m]pale moon[Bm]light.

{eoc}