Songbook - Soggy Bottoms - Accords Cistre Et Guitare - V 21 01 2023

Song Book
Accords pour Cistre DGDAD /Guitare DADGAD

Guitare EADGBE/Banjo/Mandoline
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RISH Mv - version 22 01 2023
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Table des matières
Agamemnon (Guitare) - John 6
All for me grog - Stuart 7
Amsterdam - John 8
Amsterdam (Guitare) - John 10
An Alac’h - John 11
Báidín Fheilimí - Serge 12
Bedlam Boys - John 13
Bennachie - John 14
Billy O’Shea - Stuart 15
Black Velvet Band – Stuart 16
Blarney Stone - Stuart 17
Bryan O’Lynn - Stuart 18
Capitaine de Saint Malo - John 19
Chanson à boire (Guitare) – John/Stuart 20
Chanson à boire (Cistre) – John/Stuart 21
Chicken on a raft –(Guitare) - Stuart 22
Chicken on a raft – (Cistre) - Stuart 23
Crooked Jack (Guitare) - John 24
Crooked Jack (Cistre) - John 25
Cruel Sister - John 26
Danny boy - John 27
Dirty Old Town - Stuart 28
Donald, where’s your trousers ?- Stuart 29
Donkey Riding - Stuart 30
Down by the Sally Gardens - Serge 31
Drunken Sailor - Stuart 32
Fields of Athenry - John 33
Flower of Scotland - Stuart 34
Galway Girl – John 35
Guerre Guerre Vente Vent (Cistre) - John 36
Guerre Guerre Vente Vent (Guitare) - John 37
Haul Away Joe – Stuart 38
Here’s a health to the Company - John 39
House Carpenter - Martin 40
I’ll tell me Ma - Stuart 41
I’m a Rover - Serge 42
Irish Rover - Stuart 43
John Kanaka - Stuart 44
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Johnny I hardly new ya - Martin 45
Johnny O’Braidislee - John 46
Johnny Come Down to Hilo – John/Stuart 47
Karantez Vro – John 48
Kilkelly - John 49
L’artilleur (Guitare) - John 50
L’artilleur (Cistre) - John 51
Leaving of Liverpool - John 52
Le grand coureur - John 53
Leave her Johnny - Guess who ! 54
Lifeboat Mona (Guitare) - John 55
Lifeboat Mona (Cistre) - John 56
Madam I’m a darling - Martin 57
Maid of Amsterdam - Stuart 58
Maid on the Shore - John 59
Maid on the Shore (Guitare) - John 60
Man of Constant Sorrow - John 61
La Marie Lonlère - Martin 62
Molly Malone - John 63
Moving On - John 64
Night Visitor - Stuart 65
Ordinary Man (Cistre) - Martin 66
Ordinary Man (Guitare) - Martin 67
Parting Glass – John 68
Pique la baleine - Stuart 69
Ramblin Rover (Guitare) - Serge 70
Ramblin Rover (Cistre) - Serge 71
Randy Dandy Oh John 72
Rare old Mountain Dew - Stuart 73
Recruiting Sergeant - Stuart 74
The Rich man and the Poor Man -Stuart 75
Sally MacLennane - Stuart 76
Ships in Full Sail - Serge 77
South Australia - Stuart 78
Star of the County Down 79
Turning Away - John 80
The Town I loved so well - John 81
Le vieux et la vieille – Stuart 83
The Wellerman - Stuart 84
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Whiskey in the Jar (Guitare) - Stuart 85
Whiskey in the Jar (Cistre) - Stuart 86
The Wild barrow road - Stuart 87
Wild Rover - John 88
Ye Jacobites - John 89
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Agamemnon (Guitare) - John
Gm - Capo 5 – Cistre Whistle C Start A
Dm C Dm C Am
Where is Henry Adams now, that planned the Agamemnon?
Dm C Dm C Am Dm
Foundered on the River Plate, in Maldonaldos Bay
F C Bb Am
Oak and iron blood of her, his fine one, his darling
Dm C D C Am Dm X2
Sink him in his hammock, boys, he's gone far away
Where are all the Beaulieu boys, that built the Agamemnon?
Let them lie 'neath waving grass, contented where they lay
Swords and swinging riveters, their sounds will not be waking them
Sink them in their hammocks, boys, they've gone far away
Where is Captain Nelson now, that sailed the Agamemnon?

Fought and beat the Spanish crews in Cape St Vincent Bay
Broach the keg of brandy, boys, and send him far away
Where are all the jolly tars, that crewed the Agamemnon?
Men for whom the carronades were less hard work than play
Oak and iron blood were they, and every girl a darling
Sink them in their hammocks, lads, they've gone far away!
Sing the shanty loud, my boys, we'll rouse the Agamemnon!

Stamp it round her capstan and her anchor we will weigh
Where are all the wooden walls, the cloud of sails a-bearing
They're foundered, sunk or broken, and they've gone far away!
Where is Henry Adams now, that planned the Agamemnon?

Foundered on the River Plate, in Maldonaldos Bay
Sink him in his hammock, boys, he's gone far away!
Sink him in his hammock, boys, he's gone far away!
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All for me grog - Stuart
G Whistle D Start G
G C
And it’s all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog
G D
All for me beer and tobacco
G C G
Well I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin
D D7/G
Across the western ocean I must wander
Where are me boots, me noggin, noggin boots They’ve

all gone for beer and tobacco
For the heels they are worn out And
the toes are kicked about
And the soles are looking for better weather CH
Where is me shirt me noggin, noggin shirt It's all

gone for beer and tobacco
For the collar is all worn

And the sleeves they are all torn
And the tail is looking for better weather
I'm sick in the head and I haven't gone to bed Since I

first came ashore with me plunder
For I spent all me dough on the lassies don't you know
Far across the western ocean I must wander
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Amsterdam - John
Am - Capo 7 cistre Whistle D Start E
Dm Am
Dans le port d'Amsterdam y a des marins qui chantent
Bb A7
Les rêves qui les hantent au large d'Amsterdam
Dm Am
Dans le port d'Amsterdam y a des marins qui dorment
Bb A7 Dm
Comme des oriflammes le long des berges mornes
F C7
Dans le port d'Amsterdam y a des marins qui meurent
Dm A7
Pleins de bière et de drames aux premières lueurs
Bb Am
Mais dans le port d'Amsterdam y a des marins qui naissent
Gm7 A7 Dm
Dans la chaleur épaisse des langueurs océanes.
Dm Am
Dans le port d'Amsterdam y a des marins qui mangent
Bb A7
Sur des nappes trop blanches des poissons ruisselants
Dm Am
Ils vous montrent des dents a croquer la fortune,
Bb A7 Dm
À décroisser la lune à bouffer des haubans
F C7
Et ça sent la morue jusque dans le cœur des frites
Dm A7
Que leurs grosses mains invitent à revenir en plus
Bb Am
Puis se lèvent en riant dans un bruit de tempête
Gm7 A7 Dm
Referment leur braguette et sortent en rotant.
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Dm Am
Dans le port d'Amsterdam y a des marins qui dansent
Bb A7
En se frottant la panse sur la panse des femmes
Dm Am
Et ils tournent et ils dansent, comme des soleils crachés
Bb A7 Dm
Dans le son déchiré, d'un accordéon rance
F C7
Ils se tordent le cou pour mieux s'entendre rire
Dm A7
Jusqu'à ce que tout-à-coup, l'accordéon expire
Bb Am
Alors le geste grave alors le regard fier
Gm7 A7 Dm
Ils ramènent leur Batave jusqu'en pleine lumière.
Dm Am
Dans le port d'Amsterdam y a des marins qui boivent
Bb A7
Et qui boivent et reboivent et qui reboivent encore,
Dm Am
Ils boivent à la santé des putains d'Amsterdam
Bb A7 Dm
De Hambourg ou d'ailleurs enfin ils boivent aux dames
F C7
Qui leur donnent leur joli corps qui leur donnent leur vertu
Dm A7
Et pour une pièce en or et quand ils ont bien bu
Bb Am
Se plantent le nez au ciel, se mouchent dans les étoiles
Gm7 A7 Dm
Et ils pissent comme je pleure sur les femmes infidèles
Dm Am
Dans le port d'Amsterdam Dans le port d'Amsterdam.
Bb A7 Dm
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Amsterdam (Guitare) - John
Am - Capo 7 cistre Whistle D Start E
Am Em
Dans le port d'Amsterdam y a des marins qui chantent
F E7
Les rêves qui les hantent au large d'Amsterdam
Am Em
Dans le port d'Amsterdam y a des marins qui dorment
F E7 Am
Comme des oriflammes le long des berges mornes
C G7
Dans le port d'Amsterdam y a des marins qui meurent
Am E7
Pleins de bière et de drames aux premières lueurs
F Em
Mais dans le port d'Amsterdam y a des marins qui naissent
Dm7 E7 Am
Dans la chaleur épaisse des langueurs océanes.
Dans le port d'Amsterdam y a des marins qui mangent

Sur des nappes trop blanches des poissons ruisselants
Ils vous montrent des dents a croquer la fortune,
À décroisser la lune à bouffer des haubans
Et ça sent la morue jusque dans le cœur des frites
Que leurs grosses mains invitent à revenir en plus
Puis se lèvent en riant dans un bruit de tempête
Referment leur braguette et sortent en rotant.
Dans le port d'Amsterdam y a des marins qui dansent

En se frottant la panse sur la panse des femmes
Et ils tournent et ils dansent, comme des soleils crachés
Dans le son déchiré, d'un accordéon rance
Ils se tordent le cou pour mieux s'entendre rire
Jusqu'à ce que tout-à-coup, l'accordéon expire
Alors le geste grave alors le regard fier
Ils ramènent leur Batave jusqu'en pleine lumière.
Dans le port d'Amsterdam y a des marins qui boivent

Et qui boivent et reboivent et qui reboivent encore,
Ils boivent à la santé des putains d'Amsterdam
De Hambourg ou d'ailleurs enfin ils boivent aux dames
Qui leur donnent leur joli corps qui leur donnent leur vertu
Et pour une pièce en or et quand ils ont bien bu
Se plantent le nez au ciel, se mouchent dans les étoiles
Et ils pissent comme je pleure sur les femmes infidèles
Dans le port d'Amsterdam x2
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An Alac’h - John
Gm - Capo 5 Cistre Whistle Bb Start B
Dm C Dm
Un alarc'h, un alarc'h tra mor (bis)
F C
War lein tour moal kastell Arvor
Dm Am
Dinn, dinn, daoñ, d'an emgann, d'an emgann, o !
Dm C Dm
Dinn, dinn, daoñ, d'an emgann ez an
Neventi vad d'ar Vretoned

Ha mallozh ruz d'ar C'hallaoued
Erru ul lestr e pleg ar mor

E ouelioù gwenn gantañ digor
Degoue'et an Aotroù Yann en-dro

Digoue'et eo da ziwall e vro
D'hon diwall diouzh ar C'hallaoued

A vac'hom war ar Vretoned
Ken e laosker ur youc'hadenn

A ra d'an aod ur grenadenn
Ken e son ar menezioù Laz

Ha froen, ha trid ar gazeg c'hlas
Ken e kan laouen ar c'hleier

Kant lev tro-war-dro, e pep kêr
Enor, enor d'ar gwenn-ha-du !

Ha d'ar C'hallaoued mallozh ruz !
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Báidín Fheilimí - Serge
Sib – Whistle Bb
Bb Eb
Báidín Fheilimí d’imigh go Gabhla,
Bb F
Báidín Fheilimí is Feilimí ann.
Bb Eb
Báidín Fheilimí d’imigh go Gabhla,
Eb F Bb
Bb Eb Bb
Báidín bídeach, báidín beosach
Gm F
Báidín bóidheach, Báidín Fheilimí
Bb Eb Bb
Báidín díreach, báidín deontach
Eb F Bb
Báidín Fheilimí d’imigh go Toraí,

Báidín Fheilimí d’imigh go Toraí,
Curfá
Báidín Fheilimí briseadh i dToraí,

Íasc ar bhord agus Feilimí ann.
Báidín Fheilimí briseadh i dToraí,
Curfá
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Bedlam Boys - John
Em Capo 2 Cistre – Whistle D Start Right of Man Hornpipe
Dm
To see Mad Tom of Bedlam
Ten thousand miles I traveled
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes
For to save her shoes from gravel
Dm Am
Yet will I sing, bonny boys, bonny mad boys Bedlam boys are bonny
Bb C Dm
For they all go bare and they live in the air And they want no drink nor
money
I went to Pluto's kitchen

To break my fast one morning
And there I got souls piping hot
That on the spit were turning
My staff has murdered giants
My pack the long knife carries
To cut mince pies from children's thighs
With which to feed the fairies
His spirit hot as lightning
Did on the journey guide me
The sun did shake, the pale moon quaked
Whene'er they did espy me
No gypsy, slut nor doxy
Shall take me Mad Tom from me
I'll dance all night and with stars fight
But the fray, it shall become me
And when that I have murdered
The man in the moon to a powder
His staff I'll break and his dog I'll shake
And there'll howl no demon louder
First verse
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Bennachie - John
A majeur – Whistle A Start A avec Reel Trip to Miriam
A
Gin I were whaur the gaudie rins
E
Whaur the gaudie rins, whaur the gaudie rins
A
E A
The back o' Bennachie
I niver had but twa richt lads

Twa richt lads, twa richt bonnie lads
I niver had but twa richt lads
That dearly courted me
Ane was killed at the laurin' fair

The laurin' fair, the laurin' fair
Ane was killed at the laurin' fair
The ither was droont in the Dee
They croodit in sae thick on them

Thick on them, sae thick on them
They croodit in sae thick on them
They couldna fecht nor flee
Well, he gave tae me the haunin' fine

The haunin' fine, the haunin' fine
He gave tae me the haunin' fine
The mornin' dressed tae be
I gave tae him the linen fine

The linen fine, the linen fine
I gave tae him the linen fine
His windin' sheets to be
Well, gin I were whaur the gaudie rins

Wi' the bonny broom an' the yellow whims
At the back o' Bennachie
Oh gin I were whaur the gaudiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiee

Gin I were whaur the gaudie
At the back o' Bennachie(X2)
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Billy O’Shea - Stuart
D Whistle A Start A
D G
We all got drunk in Dublin city
D A
Fall down me Billy
D G
We all got drunk, sure more’s the pity
D A D
Fall down Billy O’Shea
D G A
Fall down, fall down, fall down me Billy
D G
We’re bound away for Americay
D A D
Fall down Billy O’Shea
We lay ourselves down on Sir So we wrapped him in the

Rogerson’s Quay Captain’s sail
And when we woke we were out And lowered him gently o’er the
to sea rail
We are not sailors captain dear Over the side and down he goes
We come from the land and we Down to Davy Jones with a stitch
won’t work here through his nose
Says the captain, “I’ve a cure for Oh and as he went I heard him
that” say
“And here for a start is a dose of I thought we were bound for
the cat” Americay
So we sent him up to the top- We all got drunk in Dublin city
mast yard We all got drunk, sure more’s the
And when he hit the deck, oh! he pity
took it hard
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Black Velvet Band – Stuart
G Whistle D Start D octave
G D
In a neat little town they call Belfast Apprentice to trade I was bound
G Em C D G
And many an hours sweet happiness Have I spent in that neat little town
G D
A sad misfortune came over me Which caused me to stray from the land
G Em C D G
Far away from me friends and relations Betrayed by the black velvet band
G D
Her eyes, they shone like diamonds I thought her the queen of the land
G Em C D G
And her hair, it hair hung over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band
I took a stroll down Broadway Before the judge and the jury
Meaning not long for to stay
When who should I meet but this Next morning I had to appear
pretty fair maid The judge he says to me, "Young
Come a-traipsing along the highway man
She was both fair and handsome Your case, it is proven clear"
Her neck it was just like a swan We'll give you seven years penal
And her hair, it hung over her servitude
shoulder To be spent far away from the land
Tied up with a black velvet band Far away from your friends and
relations
I took a stroll with this pretty fair Betrayed by the black velvet band
maid
And a gentleman passing us by So come all you jolly young fellows
Well, I knew she meant the doing of A warning take by me
him When you are out on the town, me
By the look in her roguish black eye boys,
A gold watch she took from his Beware of the pretty colleens
pocket For they feed you with strong drink,
And placed it right into my hand me lads,
And the very first thing that I said Till you are unable to stand
was And the very first thing that you'll
What says to the black velvet band? know is
You've landed in Van Diemen's Land
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Blarney Stone - Stuart
D Whistle D Start D
D G
‘Twas on the road to Bandon one morning in July,
D A
I met a lonely cailín, she smiled as she passed me by.
D G
I say I am a stranger in Ireland all alone,
D A D
And would you kindly tell me where I'll find the Blarney Stone?'
Chorus
'There's Blarney Stone in Kerry, there's Blarney Stone in Clare,

There's Blarney Stone in Wicklow and there’s plenty in Kildare.
There's Blarney Stone in Leitrim and another in Athlone.
Yerra, the devil a town in Ireland but you'll find a Blarney Stone.'
Says she: 'I come from Galway, I can tell that by your brogue.
I never was a Galway man but was an awful rogue!
But she says you're a stranger where the River Shannon flows,
The only Blarney Stone I know is underneath my nose.’
Her Irish smile did broaden and she winked a roguish eye.
I found my heart a thumping till, I thought I'd surely die.
I rolled her in my arms and she never made a moan
When I kissed the bloomin' roses on the Bandon Blarney Stone.
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Bryan O’Lynn - Stuart
D Whistle D Start G
D
Oh Brian O'Lynn was a gentleman born,
A7
His hair it was long and his beard was unshorn
D Bm
His teeth they went out and his eyes they went in
G A7 D
Oh fantastical features had Brian O'Lynn
Oh Brian O'Lynn had no coat to put on "They'll think it's a-ticking," said Brian
O'Lynn
He bought a big buckskin to make him a
one
He clamped the two horns right under his Oh, Brian O'Lynn had an old grey mare
chin Her legs they were long and her sides they
"Like a pair of tin whistles," says Brian were bare
O'Lynn He galloped away through thick and
through thin
Oh Brian O'Lynn had no trousers to wear "I'm a wonderful beauty," says Brian
O'Lynn
He bought a big sheepskin to make him a
pair
With the woolly side out and the fleshy Brian O'Lynn and his wife and wife's
side in mother
"There's pleasant and cool," said Brian They were all crossing over the bridge
O'Lynn together
The bridge it broke down and they all
tumbled in
O Brian O'Lynn had no watch for to wear
"We'll find ground at the bottom," says
He got a big turnip and scooped it out fair
Brian O'Lynn
He put a live cricket into it then
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Capitaine de Saint Malo - John
Em Whistle D Start E
Em
Le capitaine de Saint-Malo
G
Ali alo
D
Qui fait la pêche aux cachalots
Ali ali ali alo
Em
Ali alo
Il donne la goutte à ses matelots

A grands coups de barre de guindeau !
Il mange la viande nous laisse les os

Il boit du vin et nous de l’eau !
Et le second qui est un salaud

Il fume le cigare nous laisse les mégots
Il a 3 filles qui font la peau

À Nantes, au Havre et à Frisco
Dans leur con grand comme un seilleau

Le foutre coule à plein tonneau
Le foutre rouge des Russos

Le bleu des Américanos
Celui-là qu'elles en jouissent plutôt

C'est celui du Breton costaud
Le foutre blanc, le foutre chaud

Des baleiniers de Saint Malo
Pique-leur ton vît fier matelot

Comme ton harpon au cachalot
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Chanson à boire (Guitare) – John/Stuart
Em Whistle D Start G (attention au Mi bemol dans le refrain sur poumon)
Em D Em D
Qui veut chasser une migraine
C Am Bm Em
N'a qu'à boire toujours du bon
Em D Em D
Et maintenir la table pleine
C Am Bm Em
De cervelas et de jambon
Refrain x 2
Em Bm D B
L'eau ne fait rien que pourrir le poumon
Em Bm Em Bm
Boûte, boûte, boûte, boûte compagnon
Em Am Bm Em
Vide-nous ce verre et nous le remplirons
Le vin goûté à ce bon père

Qui s'en rendit si bon garçon
Nous fait discours tout sans grammaire
Et nous rend savant sans leçon
Loth, buvant dans une taverne

De ses filles enfla le sein
Montrant qu'un sirop de taverne
Passe celui d'un médecin
Buvons donc tous à la bonne heure

Pour nous émouvoir le rognon
Et que celui d'entre nous meurt
Qui dédira son compagnon
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Chanson à boire (Cistre) – John/Stuart
Em - Capo 2 - Whistle D Start B
Dm C Dm C
Qui veut chasser une migraine
Bb Gm Am Dm
N'a qu'à boire toujours du bon
Dm C Dm C
Et maintenir la table pleine
Bb Gm Am Dm
De cervelas et de jambon
Refrain x 2
Dm Am C A
L'eau ne fait rien que pourrir le poumon
Dm Am Dm Am
Boûte, boûte, boûte, boûte compagnon
Dm Gm Am Dm
Vide-nous ce verre et nous le remplirons
Le vin goûté à ce bon père

Qui s'en rendit si bon garçon
Nous fait discours tout sans grammaire
Et nous rend savant sans leçon
Loth, buvant dans une taverne

De ses filles enfla le sein
Montrant qu'un sirop de taverne
Passe celui d'un médecin
Buvons donc tous à la bonne heure

Pour nous émouvoir le rognon
Et que celui d'entre nous meurt
Qui dédira son compagnon
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Chicken on a raft –(Guitare) - Stuart
Em Whistle D Start E
Em Bm
Skipper in the wardroom drinkin' gin,
Em
I don't mind knockin', but I ain't goin' in!
Bm
The jimmy's laughin' lik it'd rain,
Em
He's lookin' at me comic cuts again!
Chicken on a raft on a Monday morning,

G Am Bm
Oh, what a terrible sight to see,
G Am
Dabtoes forward and dustmen aft,
Bm D Em
Sittin' there a'pickin' at a chicken on a raft!
Em
Hi, ho, chicken on a raft!
Hey, ho, chicken on a raft!
Bm D Em
Gave me the middle and the forenoon too,

Now I'm pullin' on a whalin' crew.
Seagulls wheelin' overhead,
I oughter be flogging in a featherbed!
I had a little girl in Donny-B,

And didn't she make a fool of me
Her heart was like a pusser's shower,
From hot to cold in a quarter of an hour!
An amazon girl lived in Dumfries,

Only had her kids in two's and three’s,
She's got a sister in Maryhill,
Says she won't but I think she will!
We kissed goodbye on a midnight bus,

She didn't cry and she didn't fuss ,
Am I that one she loves the best,
Or just a cuckoo in another man's nest?
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Chicken on a raft – (Cistre) - Stuart
Em Cistre Capo 2 Whistle D Start E
Dm Am
Skipper in the wardroom drinkin' gin,
Dm
I don't mind knockin', but I ain't goin' in!
Am
The jimmy's laughin' lik it'd rain,
Dm
He's lookin' at me comic cuts again!
Chicken on a raft on a Monday morning,

F Gm Am
Oh, what a terrible sight to see,
F C Gm
Dabtoes forward and dustmen aft,
Am C Dm
Dm
Hey, ho, chicken on a raft!
Am C Dm
Gave me the middle and the forenoon too,

Now I'm pullin' on a whalin' crew.
Seagulls wheelin' overhead,
I oughter be flogging in a featherbed!
I had a little girl in Donny-B,

And didn't she make a fool of me
Her heart was like a pusser's shower,
From hot to cold in a quarter of an hour!
An amazon girl lived in Dumfries,

Only had her kids in two's and three’s,
She's got a sister in Maryhill,
Says she won't but I think she will!
We kissed goodbye on a midnight bus,

She didn't cry and she didn't fuss ,
Am I that one she loves the best,
Or just a cuckoo in another man's nest?
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Crooked Jack (Guitare) - John
Em Whistle D Start E & B (Lads of Laois reel)
Em G D
Come Irishmen both young and stern
Em D
With adventure in your soul
Em G D
There are better ways to spend your days
Em D Em
Than in working down a hole
D Em/B G D
I was tall and true, all of 6 foot 2
Em D
But they broke me across the back
Em G D
By a name I'm known and it's not my own
Em D Em
For they call me Crooked Jack
The ganger's blue-eyed pet was I

Big Jack could do no wrong
And the reason simply was because
I could work hard hours and long
I've seen men old before their time

Their faces drawn and gray
I never thought so soon would mine
Be lined the self same way
I've cursed the day that I went away

To work on the hydro dams
For sweat and tears or hopes and fears
Bound up in shuttering jams
They say that honest toil is good

For the spirit and the soul
But believe me boys it's for sweat and blood
That they want you down a hole
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Crooked Jack (Cistre) - John
Em Cistre Capo 2 Whistle D Start E puis B (Lads of Laois reel)
Dm F D
Come Irishmen both young and stern
Dm C
With adventure in your soul
Dm F C
There are better ways to spend your days
Dm C Dm
Than in working down a hole
C Dm/A F C
I was tall and true, all of 6 foot 2
Dm C
But they broke me across the back
Dm F C
By a name I'm known and it's not my own
Dm C Dm
For they call me Crooked Jack
The ganger's blue-eyed pet was I

Big Jack could do no wrong
And the reason simply was because
I could work hard hours and long
I've seen men old before their time

Their faces drawn and gray
I never thought so soon would mine
Be lined the self same way
I've cursed the day that I went away

To work on the hydro dams
For sweat and tears or hopes and fears
Bound up in shuttering jams
They say that honest toil is good

For the spirit and the soul
But believe me boys it's for sweat and blood
That they want you down a hole
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Cruel Sister - John
Em – Guitare – Whistle D Start E
Em D
There lived a lady by the North Sea shore
Em D Em
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom
Em D
Twa daughters were the bairn she bore
C D Em
Fa la la la la la la la la la
One was as bright as it is the sun

So cold black grew the elder one
A knight came riding to the ladies' door

He travelled far to be their wooer
He courted one, aye with gloves and rings

But he loved the other above all things
"Sister, sister won't you walk with me An' see the ships sail upon the sea?"
And as they stood on that windy shore The elder sister pushed the younger o'er
Sometimes she sank and sometimes she swam

Crying, "Sister, reach to me your hand"
And when she floated like a swan

The salt sea carried her body on
Two minstrels walking by the north sea strand

They saw the maiden, aye float to land
They made a harp out of her breast best bone

The sound of which would melt a heart of stone
They took three locks of her yellow hair

And wi' them strung that harp so rare
They took it up into her father's halls

To play the harp before them all
They placed the harp upon a stone

And it began to play alone
The first string that those minstrels tried

In terror seized the black-haired bride
The second string made play a doleful sound

"The younger sister, oh she has drowned"
The third string made played beneath their bow

"And surely now her tears will flow
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Danny boy - John
D Whistle D start D
D D7 G
O Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
D Bm Em A
From glen to glen and down the mountainside
D D7 G
The summer's gone and all the leaves are falling
D G A D
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide
A D G A D
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
A Bm G D A
Or all the valley's hushed and white with snow
A D/F# G D
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
D Em A7 D
O Danny boy, O Danny boy, I love you so
D D7 G
And when ye come and all the flowers are dying
D Bm Em A
And if I’m dead, as dead I well may be
D D7 G
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
D G A D
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me
D D7 G
And I shall hear though soft you tread above me
D Bm Em A
And all my grave shall warmer, sweeter be
D D7 G
And you will bend and tell me that you love me
D G A D
Then I shall sleep in peace until you are with me
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Dirty Old Town - Stuart
G Whistle D Start D
G
I met my love by the gas works wall
C G
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
G
Kissed a girl by the factory wall
D
Dirty old town
Em
Dirty old town
Clouds a drifting across the moon

Cats a prowling on their beat
Spring's a girl in the street at night
Heard a siren from the docks

Saw a train set the night on fire
Smelled the spring on the smoky wind
I'm going to make me a good sharp axe

Shining steel tempered in the fire
I’ll chop you down like an old dead tree
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Donald, where’s your trousers ?- Stuart
Dm Whistle F Start Em
Dm
I've just come down from the Isle of Skye
C
I'm not very big and I'm awfully shy
Dm
And the lassies shout when I go by
C Dm
Donald, where's your troosers?
Let the wind blow high let the wind blow low
Through the streets, in my kilt I'll go
All the lassies say hello
Donald, where's your troosers?
A lassie took me to a ball and it was slippery in the hall

And I was feared that I would fall
For I had nae on my troosers
Now I went down to London Town

And I had some fun in the underground
The ladies turned their heads around
Saying, Donald, where are your trousers?
To wear the kilt is my delight

It is not wrong I know it's right
The Highlanders would get a fright
If they saw me in the trousers
The lassies want me every one

Well, let them catch me if they can
You canna take the breaks Of a Highland man
And I don't wear the trousers
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Donkey Riding - Stuart
D Whistle D Start D
Start accord D en pompe
G D G D A
Way hey and a way we go donkey riding donkey riding,
G D G D A D
Way hey and away we go riding on a donkey.
Was you ever in Quebec stowin’ timber on the deck ,

Where ya break a bleeding neck
Riding on a donkey.
Was you ever in Mobile Bay , screwing cotton all the day.
A dollar a day is a white man’s pay
Riding on a donkey.
Was you ever round Cape Horn with the Lion and the Unicorn
Wish to god you'd never been born
Riding on a donkey.
Was you ever in Miramichi where they you tie up to a tree,

Have a girl sit on your knee
Riding on a donkey.
Was you ever in Vallipo Where the girls put on a show

Wriggle their bums with a roll and go
Riding on a donkey.
Was you ever in Call-ee-o Where the girls are never slow
Slap their cheeks and make them glow
Riding on a donkey
Was you ever in Cardiff Bay hear the girls all shout hurray,
Here Comes Johnny with his 3 months pay
Riding on a donkey.
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Down by the Sally Gardens - Serge
D Whistle D Start D
D A G F#m
It was down by the Sally gardens
G A D
My love and I did meet
D A G F#m
She passed the Sally gardens
G A D
With little snow-white feet
Bm G A F#m
She bid me take love easy
G A D
As the leaves grow on the tree
D A G F#m
But I, being young and foolish,
G A D
With her would not agree
In a field by the river , My love and I did stand

And on my leaning shoulder, She laid her snow-white hand
She bid me take life easy, As the grass grows on the weirs
But I was young and foolish , And now am full of tears
She bid me take life easy, As the grass grows on the weirs
But I was young and foolish , And now am full of tears
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Drunken Sailor - Stuart
D mineur Whistle C Start B
Dm
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
C
Dm
C Dm
Early in the morning
Way hay and up she rises

Early in the morning !
Shave his belly with a rusty razor (x3)

Put him in a long boat 'til he's sober (x3)

Soak him in oil til he’s got flippers (x3)

Stick him in the scuppers with a hosepipe on him (x3)

Put him in a pickle barrel til he’s sober (x3)

Early in the morning!
Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter (x3)

Hang him from the mast like a jolly roger (x3)

That's what we do with a drunken sailor (x3)

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Fields of Athenry - John
D majeur Whistle D Start D
D G D A
By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl call-ing,
D G A
Michael they are takin' you away,
D G D A
For you stole Trevelyan's corn, so the young might see the morn,
A7 D
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay.
D G D Bm
Low lie the fields of Athenry,
D A
where once we watched the small free birds fly,
D G D A
Our love was on the wing, we had dreams and songs to sing,
A7 D
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.
By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young man call-ing,

Nothing matters Mary when you're free,
Against the famine and the crown, I rebelled they put me down,
Now you must raise our child with dignity.
By a lonely harbour wall, she watched the last star fall-ing,

As the prison ship sailed out against the sky,
For she waits and hopes and prays, for her love in Botany bay,
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.
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Flower of Scotland - Stuart
E majeur # Cistre Capo 2 Whistle A Start C#
D
O Flower of Scotland
A
When will we see
D
your like again?
G D
That fought and died for
A D G D
Your wee bit Hill and Glen and stood against him
G D
Proud Edward's Army
G D C D
And sent him homeward tae think again
The Hills are bare now

And Autumn leaves lie thick and still
O'er land that is lost now
Which those so dearly held that stood against him
Proud Edward's Army
Those days are past now

And in the past they must remain
But we can still rise now
And be the nation again that stood against him
Proud Edward's Army
INSTRU puis repeart 1st Verse
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Galway Girl – John
D Cistre Capo 2 Whistle A Start C#
L’instrumental est joué après chaque couplet La 1ere fois AA La 2e et 3e fois AABB pour faire simple
D G
Well, I took a stroll on the old long walk Of a day -I-ay-I-ay
D G D A D
I met a girl and we stopped to talk of a fine soft day I-ay-I-ay
G D G D
And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do '
Bm A G D
Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue
G D G D
And I knew right then I'd be takin' a whirl
Bm A G D
'Round the Salthill Prom with a Galway girl
instrumental Break
D|||G|D|GDADA|D|
We were halfway there when the rain came down Of a day -I-ay-I-ay
She asked me up to her flat downtown Of a fine soft day -I-ay-I-ay
Let me ask you, friend, what's a fella to do 'Cause her hair was black and her
eyes were blue So I took her hand and I gave her a twirl
And I lost my heart to a Galway girl
D|||G|D|GDADA|D|x2
G|||D|A|GDADA|D|
And when I woke up I was all alone Of a day -I-ay-I-ay

I had a broken heart and a ticket home
Let me ask you now, tell me what would you do

If her hair was black and her eyes were blue
Cause I've traveled around I've been all over this world
Boys, I ain't never seen nothin' like a Galway girl
D|||G|D|GDADA|D|x2
G|||D|A|GDADA|D|
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Guerre Guerre Vente Vent (Cistre) - John
Gm - Cistre/Guitare DADGAD – Whistle F Start E Capo 5 – Reel Dowd’s Favorite
Gm Dm Am Dm
Après sept années de guerre, sept années de bâtiment
Gm Dm Am Dm
Am Dm Am Dm
Je reviens de Grande Terre, je reviens à Lorient
Am Dm C Dm
Je reviens de Grande Terre, Guerre, guerre, vente, vent
J’ai passé des nuits entière debout au gaillard d’avant

Sous bon vent, sous vent contraire, sous la pluie ,sous les brisants
Sous bon vent, sous vent contraire, Guerre, guerre, vente, vent
Voyez mon sac de misère, lourd de coups, vide d’argent

Allez dire au capitaine, j’ai obéi trop souvent
Allez dire au capitaine, Guerre, guerre, vente, vent
Bonjour ma mie qui m’est chère revoilà ton cher amant

Je suis las de trop de guerres sans voir grandir mes enfants
Je suis las de trop de guerre, Guerre, guerre, vente,vent
J’ai reçu tes milles lettres par le rossignol chantant

Je t’écrivais moins peut-être, je t’envoyais des rubans
Je t’écrivais moins peut-être, Guerre, guerre, vente, vent
Mes amis plus que naguère vous me verrez bien souvent

Après tant années de guerre, j’aurai tant et tant de temps
Après tant d’années de guerre, Guerre, guerre, vente, vent
De Lorient à Grande Terre, vent arrière, vent avant

Les fleurs d’hiver étaient belles, elles annonçaient le printemps
Les fleurs d’hiver étaient belles, Guerre, guerre, vente, vent.
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Guerre Guerre Vente Vent (Guitare) - John
Gm – Guitare standard/Banjo – Whistle F Start E – Reel Dowd’s Favorite
Cm Gm Dm Gm
Cm Gm Dm Gm
Dm Gm Dm Gm
Je reviens de Grande Terre, je reviens à Lorient
Dm Gm F Gm
Je reviens de Grande Terre, Guerre, guerre, vente, vent

Sous bon vent, sous vent contraire, sous la pluie ,sous les brisants
Sous bon vent, sous vent contraire, Guerre, guerre, vente, vent

Allez dire au capitaine, j’ai obéi trop souvent
Allez dire au capitaine, Guerre, guerre, vente, vent

Je suis las de trop de guerres sans voir grandir mes enfants
Je suis las de trop de guerre, Guerre, guerre, vente,vent

Je t’écrivais moins peut-être, je t’envoyais des rubans
Je t’écrivais moins peut-être, Guerre, guerre, vente, vent

Après tant années de guerre, j’aurai tant et tant de temps
Après tant d’années de guerre, Guerre, guerre, vente, vent

Les fleurs d’hiver étaient belles, elles annonçaient le printemps
Les fleurs d’hiver étaient belles, Guerre, guerre, vente, vent.
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Haul Away Joe – Stuart
Bm – Whistle A – Start B ou Whistle D start F# ou Dm – Whistle C – Start B
Bm
When I was just a little lad or so my mother told me
Bm A Bm
(Away haul away, we'll haul away Joe)
That if I didn't kiss the girls my lips would grow a-moldy

Chorus
Away (ho!) Haul away, we'll haul away together
Away (ho!) Haul away, we'll haul for better weather
And I sailed the seas for many a year not knowing what I was missing
Then I sets me sails afore the gales and started in a-kissing
I used to have an English girl, but she got fat and lazy
But now I've got a French girl, and she damn drives me crazy
King Louis was the king of France before the revolution

But then he got his head chopped off it spoiled his constitution
We sailed away for the China Seas, our boys so neat and handy
The Old Man in his cabin, boys, a-drinking rum and brandy
We squared our yards and away we rolled, with the fiddles playing handy
With a roll and go, and a westward ho, and a Yankee Doodle Dandy
Hey can't you see the black clouds a-gatherin'?
Hey can't you see the storm clouds a-risin'?
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Here’s a health to the Company - John
D minor Whistle F Start E
Dm Am C A / Dm
Kind friends and companions, come join me in rhyme
F Csus2 Dm Am
Come lift up your voices in chorus with mine
F Csus2 Dm Am
Come lift up your voices all grief to refrain
Dm Am Bb C Dm
For we may or might never all meet here again
Here's a health to the company and one to my lass

Let us drink and be merry all out of one glass
Let us drink and be merry all grief to refrain
For we may or might never all meet here again
Here's a health to the dear lass that I love so well

For her style and her beauty, sure none can excel
There's a smile on her countenance as she sits on my knee
There's no man in this wide world as happy as me
Our ship lies at anchor, she's ready to dock

I wish her safe landing, without any shock
If ever I should meet you by land or by sea
I will always remember your kindness to me
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House Carpenter - Martin
C minor -Guitare- Capo 3 Whistle C Start A
Am
Well met, well met, my own true love
Am Em
Well met, well met, cried she
Fm G Em
I've just returned from the salt, salt sea
Fm G Am
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
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 along with me
I'll take you 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."
Break ALL
They were sailin' about two weeks Those are the hills of heaven,
I'm sure it was not three Em
When the younger of the girls, she came my love
on deck F G Am
Sayin' she wants company You and I'll never know
"Are you weepin' for your house and your Oh what are those hills yonder, my love
home? They look as dark as__ night
Is that where you long to be ?" Those are the hills of hell-fire my love
"Well, I'm not weepin' for my house Where you and I will unite
carpenter Break ALL (retour aux accords classiques)
I'm weepin' for my babies three." Twice around went the gallant ship
Am Fm I'm sure it was not three
Oh what are those hills When the ship all of a sudden, it sprung a
C C/Dm Am leak
yonder, my love And it drifted to the bottom of the sea
Am G Em (x3)
They look as white as snow
Fm G
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I’ll tell me Ma - Stuart
G - Whistle D Start D
G
I'll tell me ma when I go home
D G
The boys won't leave the girls alone,
G
They pulled my hair, they stole my Comb
D G
But that's all right till I go home.
G C
She is handsome, she is pretty
G D
She is the belle of Belfast city
G C
She is counting one, two, three
G D G
Please won't you tell me who is she.
Albert Mooney says he loves her.

All the boys are fighting for her
They knock at the door and they ring at the bell Saying' "Oh my true
love, are you well?"
Out she comes as white as snow
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes Old John Murray says she'll
die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye.
Let the wind and rain and the hail blow high And the snow come
tumblin' from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie She'll get her own lad by and by.
When she gets a lad of her own She won't tell her ma when she goes
home
Let them all come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still
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I’m a Rover - Serge
Dm Whistle F Start D
D G D
Though the night be dark as dungeon
A
Not a star to be seen above
D G D
I will be guided without a stumble
D A D
Into the arms of my own true love
I'm a rover, seldom sober

I'm a rover of high degree
It’s when I'm drinking, I'm always thinking
How to gain my love's company
At last I came to my true love's dwelling

I sat on down there upon a stone
And through her window I whispered softly
"Is my true lover within at home?"
Ref
She raised her head up from her feather pillow

Raised her arms up around her breast
And through her window she whispered softly
"Who is disturbing me from my night's rest?”
It's only me, your own true lover

Open the door and please let me in
For I have come on a long night's journey
I am near drenched to the skin
Ref
She opened the door with the greatest pleasure

Opened the door and she let me in
We both shook hands and embraced each other
'Til the morning we lay as one
Says I: My love I must go and leave you

To climb the hills they are far above
But I will climb with the greatest pleasure
Since I’ve been in the arms of my love
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Irish Rover - Stuart
G Whistle A Start F#
G C
On the Fourth of July, eighteen hundred and six
G D
We set sail from the sweet Cobh of Cork
G C
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
G D G
For the Grand City Hall in New York
G
'Twas a wonderful craft
D
She was rigged fore and aft
G D
And oh, how the wild wind drove her
G
She stood several blasts
Em C
She had twenty seven masts
G D G
And they called her The Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo There was Slugger O'Toole
Rags Who was drunk as a rule
We had two million barrels of stone And fighting Bill Treacy from Dover
We had three million sides of old blind And your man, Mick MacCann
horses hides From the banks of the Bann
We had four million barrels of bones Was the skipper on The Irish Rover
We had five million hogs
Six million dogs We had sailed seven years
Seven million barrels of porter When the measles broke out
We had eight million bails of old nanny And the ship lost its way in the fog
goats' tails And that whale of a crew
In the hold of The Irish Rover Was reduced down to two
Just myself and the Captain's old dog
There was Barney McGee Then the ship struck a rock
From the banks of the Lee Oh Lord, what a shock
There was Hogan from County Tyrone The bulkhead was turned right over
There was Johnny McGurk Turned nine times around
Who was scared stiff of work And the poor old dog was drowned
And a man from Westmeath called And the last of The Irish Rover
Malone
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John Kanaka - Stuart
D ? – Whistle D Start A ?
Accords : 1 -4 1 et 1-5 - 1
Tu-lie-ay, oh tu-lie-ay,
John Kanaka-naka tu-lie-ay.
D G D
I thought I heard the old man say,
D A7 D
Today, today is a holiday,
Oh we'll work tomorrow, but no work today,
Oh we're outward bound, for 'Frisco bay,
Oh we're outward bound at the break of day.
So we'll haul, we'll haul, we'll haul away,
And make our port and take our pay.
And as you wallop around Cape Horn,
Well you wish to Christ you'd never been born.
The bosun said before I'm through,
You'll curse your mother for havin' you.
It's one more pull, and that'll do,
And we're the bullies for to pull her through.
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Johnny I hardly new ya - Martin
Em Capo 2 Cistre/DADGAD - Whistle D Start E
Dm Am
While going the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
Dm F
While going the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
F C
While going the road to sweet Athy
Dm Am
A stick in me hand and a drop in me eye
F C Dm Am Dm
A doleful damsel I heard cry, Johnny I hardly knew ya !
Dm Am
With your drums and guns and guns and drums, hurroo, hurroo
Dm F
With your drums and guns and guns and drums hurroo, hurroo
F C
With your drums and guns and guns and drums
Dm Am
The enemy nearly slew ye
F C Dm Am Dm
Oh darling dear, Ye look so queer Johnny I hardly knew ya.
Dm Am
Where are the eyes that looked so mild hurroo hurroo

Dm F
Where are the eyes that looked so mild hurroo hurroo

F C Dm Am
Where are the eyes that looked so mild, when my poor heart you so beguiled
F C Dm Am Dm
Why did ye run from me and the child Johnny, I hardly knew ya.
Dm Am
Where are the legs with which you run hurroo hurroo
Dm F
Where are the legs with which you run hurroo hurroo
F C Dm Am
Where are THE legs with which you run When you first went to carry a gun
F C Dm Am Dm
Indeed your dancing days are done Johnny, I hardly knew ye.
Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo And I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo Yes I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg Oh I'm happy for to see ye home
Ye're an eyeless, boneless, chickenless egg All from the island of Ceylon
Ye'll have to be left with a bowl to beg So low in the flesh, so high in the bone
Johnny I hardly knew ye
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Johnny O’Braidislee - John
Em Cistre Capo 2 – Whistle D Start E
Dm F C Dm
Johnny arose on a May mornin'
Dm F C Am
Gone for water tae wash his hands
Dm F C Dm
He hae loused tae me his twa gray dogs
Bb C Dm
That lie bound in iron bands
When Johnny's mother, she heard o' this An' the first shot that the foresters, they
Her hands for dule she wrang fired
Cryin', "Johnny, for yer venison They wounded John in the knee
Tae the green woods dinna ye gang" An' the second shot that the foresters,
they fired
Well, his hairt's blood blint his e'e
Aye, but Johnny hae taen his good
benbow ut he's leaned his back against an oak
His arrows one by one An' his foot against a stane
Aye, and he's awa tae green wood gaen Oh and he hae fired on the seven
Tae dae the dun deer doon foresters
An' he's killed them a' but ane
Oh Johnny, he shot, and the dun deer
lapp't
He wounded her in the side
Aye, he hae broke fower o' this man's ribs
Aye, between the water and the wood
His airm and his collar bain
The gray dogs laid their pride
Oh and he has sent him on a horse
It's by there cam' a silly auld man For tae carry the tidings hame
Wi' an ill that John he might dee
And he's awa' doon tae Esslemont
Well, the King's seven foresters tae see Johnny's good benbow, it lies broke
It's up and spake the first forester His twa gray dogs, they lie deid
He was heid ane amang them a' And his body, it lies doon in Monymusk
"Can this be Johnny O' Braidislee? And his huntin' days are daen
Untae him we will draw" His huntin' days are daen
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Johnny Come Down to Hilo – John/Stuart
Well, I never seen the like since I've been born

A railroad navvy with his sea boots on
When Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man

Oh, wake 'er, (clap clap) oh, shake 'er (clap)
Oh, wake that gal with the blue dress on
I love a gal across the sea

She's a 'Badian beauty and she says to me
Well, who's been here since I've been gone?

Pretty little gal with a josey on
Well, my wife died in Tennessee

And they sent her jawbone back to me

Well shake her bullys helms allie
She'll get washed out with the big green sea
Well, I never seen the like since I been born

A railroad navvy with his sea boots on
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Karantez Vro – John
F# Min – Cistre capo 4- Flute D
Dm Gm Dm Am F C Dm Am
E korn va c'halon 'zo ur gleizhenn Biskoazh abaoe n'am eus en gwelet
Dm Gm Dm Am Dm F Dm F
'Baoe va yaouankiz he dougan Biskoazh klevet keloù outañ.
Rak, siwazh, an hini a garen Ar gleizhenn em c'halon zo chomet
Dm Gm Dm Am Dm F C Dm
Ne gare ket pezh a garan. Pa ne gare ket pezh a garan
F C Dm Am
Dm Gm Dm Am
En na gare nemet ar c'hêriou,
Pep den a dle heuilh e donkadur :
Dm F Dm F
Dm Gm Dm Am
Ar morioù don, ar broioù pell,
Honnezh eo lezenn ar bed-mañ.
F C Dm Am
Dm Gm Dm Am
Met ne garen nemet ar maezioù,
Gwasket 'voe va c'halon a-dra-sur,
Dm F C Dm
Dm Gm Dm Am
Maezioù ken kaer va Breizh-Izel.
Met 'gare ket pezh a garan.
Ret'voe didab 'tre div garantez : Dezhañ pinvidigezh hag enorioù,
Dm Gm Dm Am Dm F Dm F
Karantez-vro, karantez den. Din-me paourentez ha dispriz.
D'am bro am eus gouestlet va buhez Met 'drokfen ket evit teñzorioù
Dm Gm Dm Am Dm F C Dm
Ha lezet da vont 'n hini a garen. Va Bro, va Yezh ha va Frankiz.
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Kilkelly - John
Em – Cistre capo 2 – Flute D – start E
Dm F C Dm
Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 60, my dear and loving son John
Dm F C Dm
Your good friend the schoolmaster Pat McNamara's so good as to write these words down.
F C Bb Am7
Your brothers have all gone to find work in England,the house is so empty and sad
Dm F C Dm
The crop of potatoes is sorely infected, a third to a half of them bad.
F C Bb Am7
And your sister Brigid and Patrick O'Donnell are going to be married in June.
Dm F C Dm
Your mother says not to work on the railroad and be sure to come on home soon.
Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 70, dear and loving Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 90, my dear and
son John loving son John
Hello to your Mrs and to your 4 children, I guess that I must be close on to eighty,
may they grow healthy and strong. it's thirty years since you're gone.
Michael has got in a wee bit of trouble, Because of all of the money you send me,
I guess that he never will learn. I'm still living out on my own.
Because of the dampness there's no turf to Michael has built himself a fine house
speak of and now we have nothing to burn. and Brigid's daughters have grown.
And Brigid is happy, you named a child for Thank you for sending your family picture,
her and now she's got six of her own. they're lovely young women and men.
You say you found work, but you don't say You say that you might even come for a
what kind or when you will be coming visit,what joy to see you again.
home.
Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 92, my dear
Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 80, dear Michael brother John
and John, my sons I'm sorry that I didn't write sooner to tell
I'm sorry to give you the very sad news you that father passed on.
that your dear old mother has gone. He was living with Brigid, she says he was
We buried her down at the church in cheerful and healthy right down to the
Kilkelly, end.
your brothers and Brigid were there. Ah, you should have seen him play with
You don't have to worry, she died very the grandchildren of Pat McNamara, your
quickly,remember her in your prayers. friend.
And it's so good to hear that Michael's And we buried him alongside of mother,
returning, with money he's sure to buy down at the Kilkelly churchyard.
land He was a strong and a feisty old man,
For the crop has been poor and the people considering his life was so hard.
are selling at any price that they can. And it's funny the way he kept talking
about you,he called for you in the end.
Oh, why don't you think about coming to
visit, we'd all love to see you again.
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L’artilleur (Guitare) - John
Em – Guitare Whistle D Start E
Em Ce biau soldat brave artilleur
J’ai travaillé cinq à six ans,
G Bm AN DRO
Dans cette grande ville de Rennes (bis)
G Am
J’y étais heureux comme un roi, Hélas, hélas, sont arrivés
C D Em Une bien mauvaise nouvelle
Avec ma mie auprès de moi (bis)
Partout la guerre est déclarée,
La belle se mit à genoux, Les artilleurs vont s’en aller
Elle demandit à sa mère
En Angleterre sont arrivés,
Ma mère il me vient un aimant, A coups de canon ils ont tiré
Je veux m’y marier promptement
En artilleur mon ami,
Ma fille a quoi penses donc tu Ne regrettes-tu pas de mourir
Ce n’est rien qu’un soldat de guerre
Le seul regret que j’ai dans la vie,
Nous n’avons que toi comme enfant, C’est d’mourir sans revoir ma ville
Tu te marieras richement
J’y étais heureux comme un roi,
Que je m’y marier richement, Avec ma mie auprès de moi
Cela mes bien égal ma mère AN DRO
Car moi j’aime dedans mon cœur,
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L’artilleur (Cistre) - John
Cistre – Capo 2 – Em – Whistle D Start E
Dm
J’ai travaillé cinq à six ans,
F Am
Dans cette grande ville de Rennes
F Gm
J’y étais heureux comme un roi,
Bb C Dm
Avec ma mie auprès de moi
La belle se mit à genoux,

Elle demandit à sa mère Hélas, hélas, sont arrivés
Une bien mauvaise nouvelle
Ma mère il me vient un aimant,
Je veux m’y marier promptement Partout la guerre est déclarée,
Les artilleurs vont s’en aller
Ma fille a quoi penses donc tu
Ce n’ai rien qu’un soldat de En Angleterre sont arrivés,
guerre A coups de canon ils ont tiré
Nous n’avons que toi comme En artilleur mon ami,

enfant, Ne regrettes-tu pas de mourir
Tu te marieras richement (bis)
Que je m’y marier richement, Le seul regret que j’ai dans la vie,
Cela mes bien égal ma mère C’est d’mourir sans revoir ma ville
(bis)
Car moi j’aime dedans mon cœur,
Ce biau soldat brave artilleur J’y étais heureux comme un roi,
Avec ma mie auprès de moi
AN DRO AN DRO
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Leaving of Liverpool - John
C – Cistre capo 5 Whistle C– start D
G C G
Fare the well to Princess landing stage
D
River Mersey fare the well
G CG
I am bound for California
D G
It’s a place I know right well
D C G
So fare thee well my own true love,
C D
And When I return united we will be,
G C G
It’s not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me,
D G
But my darling when I think of thee.
I have sailed on a Yankee Clipper ship

Davy Crockett is her name
And Burgess is the captain of her
And they say she is a floating shame
I have sailed with Burgess once before

He’s a man I know him right well
If a man is a sailor, he can get along
But if not than he's surely in hell
I'm bound off for California

By the way of stormy Cape Horn
And I'm bound to write you a letter, love When I am homeward bound
Oh the sun is on the harbour, love, And I wish that I could remain,
For I know that it will be a long, long time, Before I see you again
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Le grand coureur - John
F# mineur – Cistre capo 4
Dm
Le corsaire Le Grand Coureur est un navir' de malheur.
Quand il se met croisère pour aller chasser l'Anglais
F Gm Bb C Dm
Le vent, la mer et la guerre Tournent contre le Français !
C
Allons les gars, gai, gai !...
Am Dm
Allons les gars, gaiement !
Il est parti de Lorient Du vinaigre au lieu de vin

Avec bell' mer et bon vent. Du biscuit pourri d'avance
Il cinglait bâbord amure Et du camphre le matin !
Naviguant comme un poisson.
Un grain tombe sur sa mâture Pour finir ce triste sort
V'là le corsaire en ponton ! Nous venons périr au port.
Dans cette affreuse misère
Il nous fallut remâter Quand chacun s'a vu perdu
Et bougrement bourlinguer. Chacun selon sa manière
Tandis que l'ouvrage avance S'a sauvé comme il a pu !
On signale par tribord
Un navire d'apparence Le cap'taine et son second
A mantelets de sabords. S'ont enfuis sur un canon
Le maître sur la grande ancre
C'était un Anglais vraiment Le commis dans son bidon.
A double rangée de dents, Ah ! le sacré vilain cancre
Un marchand de mort subite. Le voleur de rations !
Mais le Français n'a pas peur
Au lieu de brasser en fuite Il eût fallu voir le coq
Nous le rangeons à l'honneur ! Et sa cuiller et son croc.
Il s'est mis dans sa chaudière
Ses boulets pleuvent sur nous Comme un vilain pot-au-feu.
Nous lui rendons coup pour coup. Il est parti vent arrière
Pendant que la barbe en fume Atterrit au feu de Dieu !
A nos braves matelots
Dans un gros bouchon de brume De notre horrible malheur
Il nous échappe aussitôt ! Seul le calfat est l'auteur
En tombant de la grand'hune
Nos prises au bout de six mois Dessus le gaillard d'avant
On pu se monter à trois : A r'bondi dans la cambuse
Un navir' plein de patates A crevé le bâtiment !
Plus qu'à moitié chaviré,
Un deuxième de savates Si l'histoire du Grand Coureur
Et le dernier de fumier ! A pu vous toucher le coeur
Ayez donc belles manières
Pour nous refair' des combats Et payez-nous largement
Nous avions à nos repas Du vin, du rack, de la bière,
Des gourganes et du lard rance De l’amour aux quatre vents !
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Leave her Johnny - Guess who !
I thought I heard the Old Man say

"Leave her, Johnny, leave her"
Tomorrow ye will get your pay
And it's time for us to leave her
Leave her, Johnny, leave her

Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her
For the voyage is long and the winds don't blow
Oh, the wind was foul and the sea ran high
She shipped it green and none went by
I hate to sail on this rotten tub

No grog allowed and rotten grub
We swear by rote for want of more

But now we're through so we'll go on shore
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Lifeboat Mona (Guitare) - John
C min – Capo 3 Whistle Bb– start E
[Am]Remember December[G] fifty-[Am]nine

The howling wind and the[G] driving[E] rain
Re[Am]member the gallant[G] men who[C] drowned
On the[G] lifeboat[Em] Mona[E] was her[Am] name
The wind it blows and the sea roar's up

Beats the land with mighty waves
At St.Andrew's bay the lightship fought
The sea until her moorings gave
The captain signalled to the shore

We must have help or we'll go down
From Broughty Ferry at two a.m
They sent the lifeboat Mona
Eight men formed that gallant crew

They set their boats against the main
The wind's so hard and the sea's so rough
We'll never sea land or home again
Three hours went by and the mona called

the wind blows hard and the sea runs high
in the morning of Carnusty beach
the Mona and her crew did lie
Five lay drowned in the cabin there,

two were washed up on the shore
Eight men died when the boat capsized
and the eight is lost forever more.
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Lifeboat Mona (Cistre) - John
C min – Capo 10 Whistle Bb– start E
[Dm]Remember December[C] fifty-[Dm]nine

The howling wind and the[C] driving[A] rain
Re[Dm]member the gallant[C] men who[F] drowned
On the[C] lifeboat[Am] Mona[A] was her[Dm] name
The wind it blows and the sea roar's up

Beats the land with mighty waves
At St.Andrew's bay the lightship fought
The sea until her moorings gave
The captain signalled to the shore

We must have help or we'll go down
From Broughty Ferry at two a.m
They sent the lifeboat Mona
Eight men formed that gallant crew

They set their boats against the main
The wind's so hard and the sea's so rough
We'll never sea land or sea again
Three hours went by and the mona called

the wind blows hard and the sea runs high
in the morning of Carnusty beach
the Mona and her crew did lie
Five lay drowned in the cabin there,

two were washed up on the shore
Eight men died when the boat capsized
and the eight is lost forever more.
Remember December fifty-nine

the howling wind and the driving rain
The men who leave the land behind
and the men who never see their homes again.
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Madam I’m a darling - Martin
Cm - Guitare Capo 3 Whistle Bb– start E
Am Em
As I roved out through Dublin city

Am C G
At the late hour of the night
Am G
Who should I meet but a fair young maiden
C D G Am
Washing her clothes in the broad moon light
Am G
Madam, I'm a darling, a di ro, a dither o
Am
Madam, I'm a darling, a di ro dae
First she washed them, then she squeezed them

And then she hung them out to dry
Then she folded up her arms
Saying what a nice, young man am I
Going to the well for a pale of water

Fetching it home for to make some tea
She fell under, I fell over
All the game was above her knee
Madam, I will tie up your garter

And I’ll tie up it above your knee
And if you like I'll tie it up further
Madam, I'm a darling, a di ro de
Oh blue it is a lovely color

Until it gets the second dip
That’s what it’s like with an auld man courting
You’ll never know when he’ll get no fit
Have you ever heard of cups and saucers

Rattlin' in an auld tin can?
Have you ever heard of a fair, young maiden
Married to an ugly, gray old man?
Madam, you have gold and silver

And madam, you have tracks of land
Madam you have ships on the ocean
All you need is a fine, young man
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Maid of Amsterdam - Stuart
D – Whistle D – start A
D
In Amsterdam there lived a maid Mark well what I do say
G D Em A
In Amsterdam there lived a maid And she was mistress of her trade
D G D A D
I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid
Chorus
G D
A roving a roving
Em A
Since roving's been my ru-i-in
D G
I'll go no more a roving
D A D
With you fair maid
I asked this maid to take a walk Mark well what I do say!

I asked this maid out for a walk That we might have some private talk
I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid!
I put my hand upon her knee Mark well what I do say!

I put my hand upon her knee She said ‘Young man you’re rather free’
I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid!
Then a great big Dutchman rammed my bow Mark well what I do say!
For a great big Dutchman rammed my bow And said "Young man, dees ees
mein frau!"
Then take fair warning, boys, from me Mark well what I do say!
So take fair warning, boys, from me With other men's wives, don't make too free
58
Maid on the Shore - John
Am – Cistre capo 7 Whistle C – start B
Dm F C Dm
There was a fair maid who lived all alone
D F C A7
She lived all alone on the shore
Dm F Dm Am
No one could she find for to calm her sweet mind
D F C
But to wander alone on the shore, shore, shore
Dm F A7 Dm
But to wander alone on the shore
There was a brave captain who sailed She robbed them of jewels, she robbed
the fine ship them of gold
And the weather being steady and fair She robbed them of fine costly fare
"I will die, I will die," the brave captain The captain's broadsword she used as
did cry an oar
"If I can't get the maid on the shore, And she rowed her sendback to the
shore, shore shore, shore, shore
If I can't get the maid on the shore" She rowed her send back to the shore
After many persuasions they brought Oh the men, they were mad and the
her on board men, they were sad
And the captain seat down on his chair They were deeply sunk down in despair
He invited her down to his cabin below To see her go away with her booty so
Farewell sorrow and farewell care, gay
care, care The rings and her things and her fine
Farewell sorrow and Farewell care fare fare
The rings and her things and her fine
"I'll sing you a song," the fair maid did fare
cry
The captain was weeping for joy "Well, don't be so sad and sunk down in
She sang it so sweetly, she sang so despair
completely And you should have known me before
She sang Captain and sailors to sleep, I sang you to sleep and I robbed you of
sleep, sleep wealth
She sang Captain and sailors to sleep Well, again I'm a maid on the shore,
shore, shore
Again I'm a maid on the shore
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Maid on the Shore (Guitare) - John
Am –Whistle C – start B
Am C G Am
There was a fair maid who lived all alone
Am C G Em
She lived all alone on the shore
Am C Am Em
No one could she find for to calm her sweet mind
Am C G
But to wander alone on the shore, shore, shore
Am C Em7 Am
But to wander alone on the shore
She robbed them of jewels, she robbed
There was a brave captain who sailed them of gold
the fine ship She robbed them of fine costly fare
And the weather being steady and fair The captain's broadsword she used as
"I will die, I will die," the brave captain an oar
did cry And she rowed her sendback to the
"If I can't get the maid on the shore, shore, shore, shore
shore, shore She rowed her send back to the shore
If I can't get the maid on the shore"
Oh the men, they were mad and the
After many persuasions they brought men, they were sad
her on board They were deeply sunk down in despair
And the captain seat down on his chair To see her go away with her booty so
He invited her down to his cabin below gay
Farewell sorrow and farewell care, The rings and her things and her fine
care, care fare fare
Farewell sorrow and Farewell care The rings and her things and her fine
fare
"I'll sing you a song," the fair maid did
cry "Well, don't be so sad and sunk down in
The captain was weeping for joy despair
She sang it so sweetly, she sang so And you should have known me before
completely I sang you to sleep and I robbed you of
She sang Captain and sailors to sleep, wealth
sleep, sleep Well, again I'm a maid on the shore,
She sang Captain and sailors to sleep shore, shore
Again I'm a maid on the shore"
60
Man of Constant Sorrow - John
Cistre Capo 5 - (Gm) Whistle F – start B
Accords Guitare standard/Banjo/Mandoline - Gm/Cm/Dm
Dm Gm
I Am A Man Of Constant Sorrow
Am Dm
I've seen trouble all my day.
Gm
I bid farewell to old Kentucky
Am Dm
The place where I was born and raised (X2).
For six long years I've been in trouble
No pleasures here on earth I found

For in this world I'm bound to ramble
I have no friends to help me now
He has no friends to help him now
It's fare thee well my old true lover I never expect to see you again
For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad Perhaps I'll die upon this train
Perhaps he'll die upon this train
You can bury me in some deep valley

For many years where I may lay
Then you may learn to love another
While I am sleeping in my grave
While he is sleeping in his grave
Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger My face you never will see no more
But there is one promise that is given I'll meet you on God's golden shore
He'll meet you on God's golden shore
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La Marie Lonlère - Martin
Em Guitare Whistle D– start E
Em D Em D
Marie Lonlère part à la rivière, l'hirondelle vole et le pigeon se noie
Em D Em D
Marie Lonlère part à la rivière, voyez comme est belle cette fille-là
(voyez comme est belle cette fille-là)
Em D Em D
Marie Lonlère en chemin rencontre, le coucou se niche et le corbeau s'y croit,
Em D Em D
Marie Lonlère en chemin rencontre, deux fiers gentillhommes qui marchent d'un bon pas
(deux fiers gentillommes qui marchent d'un bon pas)
Bm
Ha Haaa !
G D Em D Em
La Marie Lonlère, la Marie lonla, la Marie Lonlère la rose et le lilas,
G D Em D Em
La Marie Lonlère, la Marie lonla, la Marie Lonlère les femmes sont comme ça
Marie Lonlère ne sait lequel prendre, l'alouette brûle et le fennec se noie

Marie Lonlère ne sait lequel prendre, serait-ce le comte ou le jeune soldat
(serait-ce le comte ou le jeune soldat)
Marie Lonlère entre dans l'eau claire, le hibou blatère et le chien pékinois,
Marie Lonlère entre dans l'eau claire, et dit aux deux gars "Oh déshabillez-moi"
(et dit aux deux gars "Oh déshabillez-moi"
Ha haaa !
La Marie Lonlère, la Marie lonla, la Marie Lonlère la rose et le lilas,

La Marie Lonlère, la Marie lonla, la Marie Lonlère les femmes sont comme ça
Marie Lonlère nue dans la rivière, la truite s'envole et le chameau aboie

Marie Lonlère nue dans la rivière étouffe le comte étripe le soldat
(étouffe le comte étripe le soldat)
Car Marie-Lonlère est une sorcière ! La 4L passe et le ciseau à bois
Marie Lonlère est une sorcière, son maître est le Malin,
Passez votre chemin !
La Marie Lonlère la Marie Lonla, la Marie Lonlère ne vous y frottez pas

La Marie Lonlère, la Marie Lonla, la Marie Lonlère les femmes sont comme ça
La Marie Lonlère, la Marie Lonla, la Marie Lonlère limaces et queues de rats
La Marie Lonlère, la Marie Lonla, la Marie Lonlère les femmes sont comme ça
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Molly Malone - John
D – Whistle D – Start D
D Bm Em A
In Dublin's fair city where the girls are so pretty
D F#m Em A
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
D Bm
As she wheeled her wheel-barrow
Em A
Through streets broad and narrow
D F#m D A D
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
D Bm Em A
"Alive, alive, oh Alive, alive, oh"
D F#m D A D
Crying "Cockles and Mussels, Alive, alive, oh"
She was a fishmonger And sure

'twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before And they

each wheeled their barrow Through streets broad
and narrow
She died of a fever
And no one could save her

And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone Now her
ghost wheels her barrow Through streets broad and
narrow
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Moving On - John
Em – Guitare Whistle D – Start B (reel possible en Mi mineur Roscommon Reel)
Em
Born in the middle of the afternoon
D C Em/D
In a horse drawn carriage on the old A5
Em
The big twelve wheeler shook my bed,
D
"You can't stay here" the policeman said.
C Bm
You'd better get born in someplace else So
Em D
Move along! Get along!
Em D
Move along! Get along!
C D Em
Go! Move! Shift!
Born in the common by a building No eastern kings came bearing
site gifts.
Instead the order came to shift.
Where the ground was rutted by
the trail of wheels The eastern sky was full of stars
The local Christian said to me, " And one shone brighter than the
You'll lower the price of property." rest
The wise men came so stern and
Born at potato picking time strict
In a noble tent or in a tatie field. And brought the orders to evict
The farmer said, "The work's all
done Wagon, tent or trailer born
It's time for you was moving on." Last month, last year or in far off
days
Born at the back of a hawthorn Born here or a thousand miles away
hedge There's always men nearby who'll
Where the black hole frost lay on say
the ground. You'd better get born in someplace
else
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Night Visitor - Stuart
Do mineur - Guitare Capo 3 Whistle: Bb – start B
Am G
Who are you, me pretty fair maid
Am G
Who are you, me honey?
Am G
Who are you, me pretty fair maid
Am G
Who are you, me honey?
Am G
She answered me modestly
G
"Well I am me mammy's darling."
Am G
With your too-ry-ah Fol-de-diddle-dah
G Am
Me Day-re fol-de-diddle Dai-rie oh
And will you come to me mammy's house And she led me to the table
When the moon is shining clearly Saying "There's plenty of wine for a soldier boy
And will you come to me mammy's house Drink it if you're able."
When the moon is shining clearly
I'll open the door and I'll let you in She got up and she made the bed
And divil the one will hear us And she made it nice and aisy
She got up and she made the bed
So I went to her house in the middle of the night And she made it nice and aisy
When the moon was shining clarely Then she took me by the hand
So I went to her house in the middle of the night Saying "Blow out the candle!"
When the moon was shining clarely
Shc opened the door and she let me in There we lay till the break of the day
And divil the one did hear us And divil the one did hear us
There we lay till the break of the day
She took me horse by the bridle and the bit And divil the one did hear us
And she led him to the stable She arose and put on her clothes
She took me horse by the bridle and the bit Saying "Darling, you must leave me."
And she led him to the stable
Saying "There's plenty of oats When will I return again
for a soldier's horse When will we get married
To eat it if he's able." When will I return again
When will we get married
She took me by the lily-white hand When broken shells make Christmas bells
And she led me to the table We might well get married
She took me by the lily-white hand
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Ordinary Man (Cistre) - Martin
Am mineur - Whistle: C – start B
Dm C Bb D
I'm an ordinary man, nothing special nothing grand
Bb C Dm
I've had to work for everything I own
Dm C Bb Dm
I never asked for a lot, I was happy with what I got
Bb C Dm
Enough to keep my family and my home
Bb C F C Dm
Now they say that times are hard and they've handed me my cards
Bb A
They say there's not the work to go around
Dm C Bb Dm
And when the whistle blows, the gates will finally close
Bb C Dm
Tonight they're going to shut this factory down
Bb C Dm
They'll tear it d-o-w-n
I never missed a day nor went on strike for better pay

For twenty years I served them best I could
Now with a handshake and a cheque it seems so easy to forget
Loyalty through the bad times and through good
The owner says he's sad to see that things have got so bad
But the captains of industry won't let him lose
He still drives a car and smokes his cigar
And still he takes his family on a cruise, he'll never lose
He'll never lose
Well it seems to me such a cruel irony

He's richer now then he ever was before
Now my cheque is spent and I can't afford the rent
There's one law for the rich, one for the poor
Every day I've tried to salvage some of my pride
To find some work so's I might pay my way
Oh but everywhere I go, the answer's always no
There's no work for anyone here today, no work today
No work today
And so condemned I stand just an ordinary man

Like thousands beside me in the queue
I watch my darling wife trying to make the best of life
And God knows what the kids are going to do
Now that we are faced with this human waste
A generation cast aside
And as long as I live, I never will forgive
You've stripped me of my dignity and pride, you've stripped me bare
You've stripped me bare,
No work Today
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Ordinary Man (Guitare) - Martin
Am mineur - Whistle: C – start B
Am G F Am
I'm an ordinary man, nothing special nothing grand
F G Am
I've had to work for everything I own
Am G F Am
I never asked for a lot, I was happy with what I got
F G Am
Enough to keep my family and my home
F G C G Am
Now they say that times are hard and they've handed me my cards
F E
They say there's not the work to go around
Am G F Am
And when the whistle blows, the gates will finally close
F G Am
Tonight they're going to shut this factory down
F G Am
They'll tear it d-o-w-n
I never missed a day nor went on strike for better pay

For twenty years I served them best I could
Now with a handshake and a cheque it seems so easy to forget
Loyalty through the bad times and through good
The owner says he's sad to see that things have got so bad
But the captains of industry won't let him lose
He still drives a car and smokes his cigar
And still he takes his family on a cruise, he'll never lose
He'll never lose
Well it seems to me such a cruel irony

He's richer now then he ever was before
Now my cheque is spent and I can't afford the rent
There's one law for the rich, one for the poor
Every day I've tried to salvage some of my pride
To find some work so's I might pay my way
Oh but everywhere I go, the answer's always no
There's no work for anyone here today, no work today
No work today
And so condemned I stand just an ordinary man

Like thousands beside me in the queue
I watch my darling wife trying to make the best of life
And God knows what the kids are going to do
Now that we are faced with this human waste
A generation cast aside
And as long as I live, I never will forgive
You've stripped me of my dignity and pride, you've stripped me bare
You've stripped me bare,
No work today
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Parting Glass – John
Capo ideal 1
Dm C
Of all the money that e'er I had
Dm F C
I've spent it in good company
Dm F C
And all the harm that ever I’ve done
F Bb F Bb Dm
Alas it was to none but me
F Bb F Bb F
For all I've done for want of wit
Bb C Dm C
To memory now I can't recall
Dm F C
So fill to me the parting glass
F Bb F Bb Am Dm
Good night and joy be with you all
Dm C
Oh, all the comrades that e'er I had
Dm F C
They're sorry for my going away
Dm F C
And of all the sweethearts that e'er I had
F Bb F Bb C Dm
They'd wish me one more day to stay
F Bb F Bb F
But as it falls unto my lot
Bb C Dm C
That I must go and you must not
Dm F C
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call
F Bb F Bb Am Dm
Good night and joy be with you all
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Pique la baleine - Stuart
Em – Guitare Whistle: D – start E
Em
Pour retrouver ma douce amie
G D
Oh mes boués, oh et ouh là là
Em
Pour retrouver ma douce amie
G D Em
Oh mes boués, oh et ouh là là
Em D Em D
Pique la baleine, joli baleinier
G D Em
Pique la baleine, je veux naviguer.
Aux mille mers j'ai navigué.
Des mers du nord aux mers du sud.
Je l'ai r'trouvée quand j'm'ai neyé.
Au fond d' mer ell' m'espérait.
Tous deux ensemble on a pleuré.
En couple à elle j'm'suis couché
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Ramblin Rover (Guitare) - Serge
C - Guitare Whistle: G – start B
C
There are sober men a-plenty,
And drunkards barely twenty,
F C
There are men of over ninety
Dm G
Who have never yet kissed a girl.
C
But give me a ramblin' rover,
From Orkney down to Dover.
F C
We’ll roam the country over
Dm G C
And together we'll face the world.
There are those who claim enjoyment

Of merciless employment,
Their ambition this deployment
Since the minute they left the school.
And they scrape and save and ponder
While the rest go out and squander,
See the world and rove and wander
And are happier as a rule.
Chorus
I have roamed through all the nations

Took delight in all creation,
And enjoyed a wee sensation
Where the company did prove kind.
When partin' was no pleasure,
I drank another measure
For the good friends that we treasure
For they always are on our mind.
Chorus
If you're bent with arthiritis,

And your bowels have got colitis,
You've gallopin' bollockitis
And you're thinkin' it's time you died,
If you been a man of action,
And you're lying there in traction,
You can get some satisfaction
Thinkin', "Jaysus, at least I tried
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Ramblin Rover (Cistre) - Serge
C - Cistre – capo 10 Whistle: G – start B
D
There are sober men a-plenty,
And drunkards barely twenty,
G D
There are men of over ninety
Em A
Who have never yet kissed a girl.
D
But give me a ramblin' rover,
From Orkney down to Dover.
G D
We’ll roam the country over
Em A D
And together we'll face the world.
There are those who claim enjoyment

Of merciless employment,
Their ambition this deployment
Since the minute they left the school.
And they scrape and save and ponder
While the rest go out and squander,
See the world and rove and wander
And are happier as a rule.
Chorus
I have roamed through all the nations

Took delight in all creation,
And enjoyed a wee sensation
Where the company did prove kind.
When partin' was no pleasure,
I drank another measure
For the good friends that we treasure
For they always are on our mind.
Chorus
If you're bent with arthiritis,

And your bowels have got colitis,
You've gallopin' bollockitis
And you're thinkin' it's time you died,
If you been a man of action,
And you're lying there in traction,
You can get some satisfaction
Thinkin', "Jaysus, at least I tried
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Randy Dandy Oh John
Cm – Cistre capo 10 Whistle Bb Start G octave
Dm
Now we are ready to head for the Horn
Dm C Dm
Way, hay, roll an' go
F C
Our boots an' our clothes boys are all in the pawn
Dm C Dm
To be rollicking randy dandy-O
Heave a pawl, o heave away

The anchor's on board an' the cable's all stored
Soon we'll be warping her out through the locks

Where the pretty young girls all come down in their flocks
Come breast the bars, builles heaver her away

Soon we’ll be rolling her dow through the Bay
Man the stout caps'n an' heave with a will

Soon we'll be drivin' her 'way down the hill
We're outward bound for Vallipo Bay

Get crackin', m' lads, 'tis a hell o' a way
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Rare old Mountain Dew - Stuart
D ou c– Whistle D start A
D G
Where grasses grow and waters flow
D A
In a free and easy way,
D G
But give me enough of that rare old stuff
D A D
That's made near Galway Bay.
And policemen all from Donegal,
Bm
Sligo and Leitrim too,
D G
We'll give them a slip and we'll take a sip
D A D
Of the rare ould Mountain Dew.
Hi the dithery idle loo, ditheri oodle idle loo

dithery oo di dithery i day
Hi the dither idlo loo, ditheri oodle idle loo
Dithery oo di dithery i day
At the top of the hill there's a neat little still,

Where the smoke curls up in the sky;
By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell
That there's poteen brewing nearby;
It fills the air with an odor rare
And betwixt both me and you,
When home we roll we'll take a bowl
Or a bucket of the Mountain Dew.
Now learned men who use the pen

They sing your praises high
That sweet poteen from Ireland green
Distilled from wheat and rye;
Throw away your pills, it will cure all ills
Pagan or Christian or Jew
Take off your coat and grease your throat
With the rare ould Mountain Dew
73
Recruiting Sergeant - Stuart
Em Whistle: D – Start E Jig
Em G D
As I was walking down the road A feeling fine and larky oh
Em G D Em
A recruiting sergeant came up to me Says he, you'd look fine in khaki oh
Em G D
For the King he is in need of men Come read this proclamation oh
Em G D G Em
A life in Flanders for you then Would be a fine vacation oh
That may be so says I to him But tell me sergeant dearie-oh

If I had a pack stuck upon my back Would I look fine and cheerie oh
For they'd have you train and drill until They had you one of the Frenchies oh
It may be warm in Flanders But it's draughty in the trenches oh
The sergeant smiled and winked his eye His smile was most provoking oh
He twiddled and twirled his wee mustache Says he, I know you're only joking oh
For the sandbags are so warm and high The wind you won't feel blowing oh
Well I winked at a cailin passing by Says I, what if it's snowing oh
Come rain or hail or wind or snow I'm not going out to Flanders oh
There's fighting in Dublin to be done Let your sergeants and your commanders
go
Let Englishmen fight English wars It's nearly time they started oh
I saluted the sergeant a very good night And there and then we parted oh
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The Rich man and the Poor Man -Stuart
D Whistle: D – Start A
D G D A
There was a rich man, his name it was Diviizium,
D G D A D
Glory alleluia hi rogerum,
He held high dinners for the swanks of Jerusalem,
Glory alleluia hi rogerum.
Hi rogerum, Hi rogerum, skida malink a doodle um,

Skida malink a doodle um, glory alleluia hi rogerum.
There was a poor man to work he wasn't ableium,
He begged for the crumbs from the rich man's tableium.
The poor man died and he went up to heavenium,
He'd supper with the angels at half past elevenium.
The rich man died, he didn't do so wellium,
Ould Nick came and took him down to Hellium.
The first thing he called for was whiskey and sodium,
But ould Nick roared out, “This is no hotelium!”
The next thing he called for was Jelly in a bowlium,
But ould Nick roared out, “Shovel on the coalium!”
Now me song is ended so the truth to tellium,
And if you don't believe me you can all go to Hellium.
75
Sally MacLennane - Stuart
D Whistle: D – Start A
D G D
Well Jimmy played harmonica in the pub where I was born
D G A
He played it from the night time to the peaceful early morn
G D A
He soothed the souls of psychos and the men who had the horn
D G A D
And they all looked very happy in the morning
Now Jimmy didn't like his place in this world of ours

Where the elephant man broke strong men's necks when he's had too many
powers
So sad to see the grieving of the people that he's leaving
And he took the road for God knows in the morning
D G D
We walked him to the station in the rain
D G A
We kissed him as we put him on the train
G D G
And we sang him a song of times long gone
D A D A
Though we knew that we'd be seeing him again (Far away)
D
sad to say I must be on my way
G D A
So buy me beer and whiskey cos I'm going far away (far away)
D
I'd like to think of me returning when I can
G D A D
To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane
The years passed by the times had changed I grew to be a man

I learned to love the virtues of sweet Sally MacLennane
I took the jeers and drank the beers and I crawled back home at dawn
And ended up a barman in the morning
I played the pump and took the hump and watered whiskey down
I talked of whores and horses to the men who drank the brown
I heard them say that Jimmy's making money far away
Some people left for heaven without warning
When Jimmy came back home he was surprised that they were gone
He asked me al the details of the train that they went on
Some people they are scared to croak but Jimmy drank until he choked
And took the road for heaven in the morning
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Ships in Full Sail - Serge
Sib : Guitare DADGAD/ Cistre Capo 5 Whistle: F
G
The bright sun a-shining and blue skies a-pining
C D
For the want of some clouds or some ornamentation;
G
The heathers a-blazing and cows are a-grazing
C D G
As I sit on the hill overlooking the bay.
Chorus :
G D G
They’re out on the ocean the ships are in motion
G D
From Killybegs Harbour right down to Kinsale;
G D G
Down in the harbour the crowds they have gathered
C G D G
To watch the winds blowing the ships in full sail.
Some then sail for pleasure and others for treasure

And some do the wishin' and some are there Kishin’
But what e'er you're making you'll need no awaking
To the dangers involved for the ships on the sea.
Chorus
The seagulls are squawking they seem to be talking

Of this grandorous sight which seems oh so leisurely;
In summer it's pleasing but in winter it's teasing
And storms will be blowing the ships in the sea.
77
South Australia - Stuart
D Whistle: D – Start : F#
D G D
Haul away you rolling kings
G D G D
Heave away ! haul away !
D G D
Haul away you’ll hear me sing
D A D
And we’re bound for South Australia
In South Australia where I was born

In South Australia round Cape Horn
South Australia is me home

From there I never more shall roam
I wish to god I’d never been born

As I go a ramblin’ round Cape Horn
As I walked out one morning fair,

It's there I met Miss Nancy Blair.
I shook her up, I shook her down,

I shook her round and round the town.
And we're bound for South Australia!
There’s only one thing grieves my mind

Is to leave my Nancy Blair behind
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Star of the County Down
Em -Whistle D
Em G D
In Banbridge Town in the County Down
Em C D
One morning last July,
Em G D
From a boreen green came a sweet colleen
Em D Em
And she smiled as she passed me by.
G D
She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
Em C D
To the sheen of her nut brown hair.
Em G D
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook my self
Em D Em
For to see I was really there.
G D
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and
Em C D
From Galway to Dublin Town,
Em G D
No maid I've seen like the brown colleen
Em D Em
That I met in the County Down.
As she onward sped, sure I scratched my To the charms of young Rose McCann.
head, I'd a heart to let and no tenant yet
And I looked with a feelin' rare, Did I meet with in shawl or gown,
And I says, says I, to a passer-by, But in she went and I asked no rent
"Who's the maid with the nut brown From the Star of the County Down.
hair?"
He smiled at me and he says, says he, At the Harvest Fair she'll be surely there
"That's the gem of Ireland's crown. And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes,
Young Rosie McCann from the banks of With my shoes shone bright and my hat
the Bann, cocked right
She's the star of the County Down." For a smile from my nut brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
I've travelled a bit, but never was hit Till my plough turns rust coloured brown.
Since my roving career began; Till a smiling bride by my own fireside
But fair and square I surrendered there Sits the star of the County Down.
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Turning Away - John
F#m – Cistre/DADGAD Capo IV Whistle: A – Start : B
Dm
In darkness we do what we can
C Bb
In daylight we're oblivion
Dm
Our hearts so raw and clear
C Bb Dm
Are turning away, turning away from here
Dm
On the water we have walked
C
Like the fearless child
Bb
What was fastened we've unlocked
C D
Revealing wondrous wild
D
And in search of confirmation
C
We have jumped into the fire
Bb
And scrambled with our burning feet
C D
Through uncontrolled desire
There's a well upon the hill

From our ancient past
Where an age is standing still
Holding strong and fast
And there's those that try to tame it
And to carve it into stone
Ah but words cannot extinguish it
However hard they're thrown
On Loch Etive they have worked

With their highland dreams
By Kilcrennan they have nourished
In the mountain streams
And in searching for acceptance
They had given it away
Only the children of their children know
The price they had to pay
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The Town I loved so well - John
G – Cistre Whistle: C– Start : F
G D C G
In my memory I will always see
C G D
The town that I have loved so well
G D C G
Where our school played ball by the gasyard wall
C G D G
And we laughed through the smoke and smell.
Em D C G
Going home in the rain running up the dark lane
C Am7 D
Past the jail and down beside the fountain
G D C G
Those were happy days in so many many ways
C G D G
In the town I loved so well.
G D C G
In the early morn the shirt factory horn
C G D
Called women from Creggan, the Moor and the Bog
G D C G
While the men on the dole played a mothers role
C G D G
Fed the children and then walked the dog
Em D C G
And when times got rough, there was just about enough
C Am7 D
But they saw it through without complaining
G D C G
For deep inside was a burning pride
C G D G
G D C G
There was music there in the Derry air
C G D
Like a language that we all could understand
G D C G
I remember the day that I earned my first pay
C G D G
as I played in a small pickup band
Em D C G
There I spent my youth and to tell you the truth
C Am7 D
I was sad to leave it all behind me
G D C G
For I'd learned about life and I'd found a wife
C G D G
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G D C G
But when I returned all my eyes were burned
C G D
To see how a town could be brought to its knees
G D C G
By the armoured cars and the bombed out bars
C G D G
And the gas that hangs on to every breeze
Em D C G
Now the army's installed by that old gasyard wall
C Am7 D
And the damned barbed wire gets high and higher
G D C G
With their tanks and guns, Oh my God, what have they done
C G D G
G D C G
Now the music's gone but they carry on
C G D
For their spirit's been bruised, never broken
G D C G
Oh, they will not forget but their hearts are set
C G D G
On tomorrow and peace once again
Em D C G
Now what's done is done and what's won is won
C Am7 D
And what's lost is lost | and gone forever
G D C G
I can only pray for a bright brand new day
C G D G
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Le vieux et la vieille – Stuart
Gm – Whistle C – Start E
Gm F
La vieille elle avait vu que l'vieux y voyait pu
F Gm
Mais l'vieux y voyait ben qu'la vieille a voyait rien x(2)
Gm F À chaque fois qu'il me disait

Mon père n'avait fille que moué
F Gm À chaque fois qu'il me disait
Le vieux y voyait bin qu'la vieille a Le vieux y voyait bin qu'la vieille a
voyait rien (x2) voyait rien (x2)
Gm Dm Ma mignonette embrassez-moué
Encore sur la mer il m’envoué
Refrain Ma mignonette embrassez-moué
Le vieux y voyait bin qu'la vieille a
Encore sur la mer il m’envoué voyait rien (x2)
Le vieux y voyait bin qu'la vieille a Oh non monsieur je n’oserai

voyait rien (x2)
Le marinier qui m'y menait Oh non monsieur je n’oserai
Le marinier qui m'y menait voyait rien (x2)
Le vieux y voyait bin qu'la vieille a Car si mon papa le savait

voyait rien (x2)
ll devint amoureux de moue Car si mon papa le savait
(refrain) Le vieux y voyait bin qu'la vieille a
voyait rien (x2)
ll devint amoureux de moué Fille battue ce serait moué

voyait rien (x2)
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The Wellerman - Stuart
Dm - Whistle: C – Start : E
Dm
There once was a ship that put to sea
Gm Dm
And the name of that ship was the Billy o' Tea
Dm
The winds blew hard, her bow dipped down
A Dm
Blow, me bully boys, blow (Hah!)
Bb F
Soon may the Wellerman come
Gm Dm
To bring us sugar and tea and rum
Bb F
One day, when the tonguin' is done
A Dm
We'll take our leave and go
She had not been two weeks from But he belonged to the whaleman's
shore creed
She took that ship in tow (Huh!)
When down on her, a right whale
bore For forty days, or even more
The captain called all hands and
swore The line went slack, then tight once
more
He'd take that whale in tow (Hah!) All boats were lost, there were only
four
Before the boat had hit the water But still that whale did go
The whale's tail came up and As far as I've heard, the fight's still
caught her on
All hands to the side, harpooned The line's not cut and the whale's
and fought her When she dived not gone
down below (Huh!) The Wellerman makes his a regular
call
No line was cut, no whale was freed
To encourage the Captain, crew,
The Captain's mind was not on and all
greed
84
Whiskey in the Jar (Guitare) - Stuart
C – Guitare Whistle: C – Start : A
[C]As I was going over the[Am,] far famed Kerry Mountains,

I[F] met with Captain Farrel, and his[C] money he was[G] countin',
I[C] first produced my pistol, and I[Am]’ve then produced me rapier,
Sayin': [F]"Stand and deliver for you[C] are my bold deceiver".
Musha[G] ring dum a doo dum a da,
[C]Whack fol de daddy o,
[F]Whack fol de daddy o
There's[C] whiskey[G] in the[C] jar.
I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny

I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny
She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me
But the devil take the women for they never can be easy
I went up to my chamber, all for to take a slumber

I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure 't was no wonder
But Jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with water Then sent
for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter
'Twas was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel

Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell
I first produced me pistol for she stole away me rapier
I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken
Now there's some take delight in the carriages a-rollin' and others take
delight in the hurling and the bowling
but I take delight in the juice of the barley
and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early
If anyone can aid me 't is my brother in the army

If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney
And if he'll go with me, we'll go rovin' through Killkenny

And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my own a-sporting Jenny
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Whiskey in the Jar (Cistre) - Stuart
C - Cistre - Capo 5 Whistle: C – Start : A
[G]As I was going over the[Em,] far famed Kerry Mountains,

I[C] met with Captain Farrel, and his[G] money he was[D] countin',
I[G] first produced my pistol, and I[Em]’ve then produced me rapier,
Sayin': [C]"Stand and deliver for you[G] are my bold deceiver".
Musha[D] ring dum a doo dum a da,
[G]Whack fol de daddy o,
[C]Whack fol de daddy o
There's[G] whiskey[D] in the[G] jar.
I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny

I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny
She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me
But the devil take the women for they never can be easy
I went up to my chamber, all for to take a slumber

I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure 't was no wonder
But Jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with water Then sent
for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter
'Twas was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel

Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell
I first produced me pistol for she stole away me rapier
I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken
Now there's some take delight in the carriages a-rollin' and others take
delight in the hurling and the bowling
but I take delight in the juice of the barley
and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early
If anyone can aid me 't is my brother in the army

If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney
And if he'll go with me, we'll go rovin' through Killkenny

And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my own a-sporting Jenny
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The Wild barrow road - Stuart
Gm Cistre/DADAGAD Capo 5 - Gm Whistle: C – Start : E
On the wild Barrow road - At Twenty past noon
At the foot of the hills - At the tail end of June
Two boys in the back seat -puttin’ legs on a tune
That they’ll play down in Barrow / Tonight neath the moon
Dm/C/Gm/Bb/Am/Dm (break)
D C
Grey bridges flying over And fast sweeping down
Am Bb/ C Dm
To the wild road to Barrow Bringing lifeblood to town
Two boys in the back seat are crafting a sound

That they’ll play there tonight ‘Neath the moonlight abound
‘Neath the moonlight abound ‘Neath the moonlight abound
That they’ll play there tonight ‘Neath the moonlight abound
As we drive through the valley we rise and we fall

Like this tune with no top or no bottom at all
Will coax from the crowd a celestial croon
When it’s played down in barrow tonight ‘neath the moon
[Tonight neath the moon, tonight ‘neath the moon
When it’s played down in Barrow tonight ‘neath the moon] X2
Reel
On the wild Barrow road - At twenty past noon
At the foot of the hills - At the tail end of June
Two boys in the back seat putting legs on a tune
That they play down in Barrow - Tonight ‘neath the moon
Tonight ‘neath the moon, tonight ‘neath the moon
That they play down in Barrow tonight ‘neath the moon
Tonight ‘neath the moon, tonight ‘neath the moon
That they play down in Barrow tonight ‘neath the moon
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Wild Rover - John
G – Whistle: D – Start : G
G C
I've been a wild rover for many a year
G C D7 G
I spent all me money on whiskey and beer
G C
But now I'm returning with gold in great store
G C D7 G
And I never will play the wild rover no more
D7 G C
And it's no nay never, no nay never no more
G C D7 G
Will I play the wild rover, no never, no more
I went to an alehouse I use to frequent I told the landlady my money was spent
I ask her for credit, she answered me nay Such a custom as yours I can have any
day
I brought from me pocket ten sovereigns bright,
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight
She said:"I have whiskey’s and wines of the best

And the words that you told me were only in jest"
I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done And I'll ask them to pardon
their prodigal son And when they've caressed me, as oft times before I never
will play the wild rover no more.
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Ye Jacobites - John
Em – Guitare - Whistle: G – Start : Si
Em G D
Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear, lend an ear,
Em D Em
Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear.
G D
Ye Jacobites by name, your faults I will proclaim,
Em G D
Your doctrines I maun blame, you shall hear, you shall hear,
Em D Em
Your doctrines I maun blame, you shall hear.
What's right and what is wrang, by the law, by the law,

What's right and what is wrang, by the law.
What's right and what is wrang, the short sword and the lang,
A weak arm and a strang, for to draw, for to draw,
A weak arm and a strang, for to draw.
What makes heroic strife, famed afar? famed afar?

What makes heroic strife, famed afar?
What makes heroic strife, to whet the assasins knife,
Or haunt a parent's life, wi' bloody war? bloody war?
Or haunt a parent's life, wi' bloody war?
Then let your schemes alone, in the state, in the state,

Aye, let your schemes alone, in the state.
Oh, leave your schemes alone, adore the rising sun,
And leave a man undone, to his fate, to his fate,
Aye, leave a man undone, to his fate.
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SETS DE REELS SETS JIGS
Skidoo's Em Edinburgh Rock F#m Craig's Pipe G John Nee's A Apples in winter Edor Blackthorn Stick G Cat's meow D
Lost in the loop C Broken Pledge D dor Alice Reel Bm Coming of Spring E Lisnagun G Cliff of Moher A
Castle Kelly A dor Silver Spire D Mouth of The Tobique G Copper and Brass G Jimmy ward G Killavil Edor
Farewell to Erin A dor Julia Denaley's D dor Maggie's Pancake D Crabs in the Skillet Gm Sliabh Russell Ador Banish Dmix
Coachman's whip G Earl's chair Bm Glass of beer Bm Diplodocus D Aaron's key Bmin Handsome Young D
Lord Mayo G Brenda Stubbert A dor Man of Arran Bm Fig For a Kiss Edor Kid on the montain Em
Cahir's kitchen Em Maid of Mount Cisco Ador Road to Errogie G Grappa's groove Bm Nina's Jig Emin Farewell to A
Man of the house Em Copperplate new G Copperplate old A dor Kerfunten G Creel of Turf E First Pint D
A trouver Tamlin Dm Farewell to Chernobyl Dm McIntyre's Fancy Ador Butler's of Glen G Roaring Barmaid G
Mapple leaf Em Gravel walk A dor Dinkey's A mix Monaghan Emin Up Ya Boya B
Mulqueen's D Green fields of Rossbeigh E dor The Congress A Out of the ocean G Leitrim fancy Jig D The Coleraine jig Am
Otter's Holt Bm Maid behind the bar D Cup of tea E dor Soggies D Coolea jig G Gallagher's Em
Sky lark D Hunter's house G Jimmy's Return Bm The North Star G Ghost of Ballybrolly Em Muliera de D
St Anne's D Miss McLeod G Fox hunter A White Petticoat Em Dusty Windowsill Ador Calliope House D
Swinging on the Gate G Fermoy lasses reel Em The old bush Dmix McIntyre's Fancy Ador Apples in winter Edor Paddy Fahey’s Ador
Virginia D George White's Favourite G Frank's A The bluebell are Coleraine Leslie’s March
Wedding D Good Morning Nightcap A dor Musical priest Bm The Champaign Jig Johnny O'Leary's Jig The spotted dog
Wise maid D Cooley's reel Em Father Kelly G Dorrus Mill Em
The Heights of Muingbhathá Gmix Bang your Frog on the Dm Golden Stud Em
The Tempest Dm Christmas Eve g Siobhan O’Donnell’s A
The princess royal (Hornpipe) Dm Stormy Blues Dm La cosa Mulligan D
Polka Slow Air

Ballydesmond 1 Ador Ballydesmond 2 Ador Last pint B
Egan's G Ievan Bm Tolka Ador John Mc Donald
Hornpipe Barndance
The birds G The blind rinhoceros Bm Jimmy Duffy's G James Gannon’s G If We Hadn’t Any A
Off to california G Boys of Bluehill D Pride of Petravore Emin
Walz 7/8e
Aube Mauve G Marga's moment Wrong foot forward Water Man's
Crested Hens D
Flat Bush Bm
Pernod Walz Bm
La valse des jouets Em
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Accords pour Cistre DGDAD /Guitare DADGAD

Where is Captain Nelson now, that sailed the Agamemnon?

Sing the shanty loud, my boys, we'll rouse the Agamemnon!

Where is Henry Adams now, that planned the Agamemnon?

Sink him in his hammock, boys, he's gone far away!

Where are me boots, me noggin, noggin boots They’ve

And the soles are looking for better weather CH

Where is me shirt me noggin, noggin shirt It's all

For the collar is all worn

I'm sick in the head and I haven't gone to bed Since I

For I spent all me dough on the lassies don't you know

Far across the western ocean I must wander

Dans le port d'Amsterdam y a des marins qui mangent

Dans le port d'Amsterdam y a des marins qui dansent

Dans le port d'Amsterdam y a des marins qui boivent

Neventi vad d'ar Vretoned

Erru ul lestr e pleg ar mor

Degoue'et an Aotroù Yann en-dro

D'hon diwall diouzh ar C'hallaoued

Ken e laosker ur youc'hadenn

Ken e son ar menezioù Laz

Ken e kan laouen ar c'hleier

Enor, enor d'ar gwenn-ha-du !

Báidín Fheilimí d’imigh go Toraí,

Báidín Fheilimí briseadh i dToraí,

I went to Pluto's kitchen

I niver had but twa richt lads

Ane was killed at the laurin' fair

They croodit in sae thick on them

Well, he gave tae me the haunin' fine

I gave tae him the linen fine

Well, gin I were whaur the gaudie rins

Oh gin I were whaur the gaudiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiee

We lay ourselves down on Sir So we wrapped him in the

'There's Blarney Stone in Kerry, there's Blarney Stone in Clare,

Il donne la goutte à ses matelots

Il mange la viande nous laisse les os

Et le second qui est un salaud

Il a 3 filles qui font la peau

Dans leur con grand comme un seilleau

Le foutre rouge des Russos

Celui-là qu'elles en jouissent plutôt

Le foutre blanc, le foutre chaud

Pique-leur ton vît fier matelot

Le vin goûté à ce bon père

Loth, buvant dans une taverne

Buvons donc tous à la bonne heure

Le vin goûté à ce bon père

Loth, buvant dans une taverne

Buvons donc tous à la bonne heure

Chicken on a raft on a Monday morning,

Gave me the middle and the forenoon too,

I had a little girl in Donny-B,

An amazon girl lived in Dumfries,

We kissed goodbye on a midnight bus,

Chicken on a raft on a Monday morning,

Gave me the middle and the forenoon too,

I had a little girl in Donny-B,

An amazon girl lived in Dumfries,

We kissed goodbye on a midnight bus,

The ganger's blue-eyed pet was I

I've seen men old before their time