Back Home in Derry (© Bobby Sands)
Am Em In 1803 we sailed out to sea G D Am Out from the sweet town of Derry For Australia bound if we didn't all drown And the marks of our fetters we carried D Am In our rusty iron chains we cried for our wains D Em Our good women we left in sorrow As the mainsails unfurled our curses we hurled On the English and thoughts of tomorrow At the mouth of the Foyle bid farewell to the soil As down below deck we were lyin' O'Doherty screamed woken out of a dream By a vision of Bold Robert dyin' The sun burned cruel as we dished out the gruel Dan O'Connor was down with a fever Sixty rebels today bound for Botany Bay How many will reach their receiver Am G Am G Am Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, And I wish I was back home in Derry Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, And I wish I was back home in Derry I cursed them to hell as our bow fought the swell Our ship danced like a moth in the firelight White horses rode high as the Devil passed by Takin' souls to Hades by twilight Five weeks out to sea we were now forty-three We buried our comrades each morning In our own slime we were lost in a time Endless night without dawning Van Diemen's Land is a hell for a man To live out his whole life in slavery Where the climate is raw and the gun makes the law Neither wind nor rain care for bravery Twenty years have gone by and I've ended my bond My comrades' ghosts walk behind me A rebel I came and I'm still the same On the cold winds of night you will find me X:2 T:Back Home In Derry C:Bobby Sands D:Christy Moore "Ride On" B:Connolly "The Christy Moore Songbook" R:Song M:3/4 K:Am G|:"Am"A2A2A2|A2B2A2|"Em"G2E2E2|E6|"G"G2G2G2|"D"^F2E2D2|"Am"E2(A,4|A,4)G2:| |:"Am"(c6|c2)B2A2|"G"(B6|B4)zG|"Am"A2A2A2|"G"G2A2B2|"Am"B2(A4|A6):|
Bad Moon Rising (© John Fogerty)
G D C G I see a bad moon rising I see trouble on the way I see earthquakes and lightning I see bad times today C Don't go round tonight G It's bound to take your life D C G There's a bad moon on the rise I hear hurricanes a-blowin' I know the end is comin' soon I fear rivers overflowin' I hear the voice of rage and ruin Don't go round tonight ... Hope you got your things together Hope you are quite prepared to die Looks like we're in for nasty weather One eye is taken for an eye Don't go round tonight ...
The Band Played Waltzing Mathilda (© Eric Bogle)
C F C Am When I was a young man I carried my pack C G C And I lived the free life of a rover C F C Am From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback C G C I waltzed my Mathilda all over G F C Then in nineteen fifteen my country said: "Son, G F C It's time to stop ramblin' cause there's work to be done" C Am C Am So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun C G C And they sent me away to the war C F C And the band played Waltzing Mathilda C F G As we sailed away from the quay F C And amidst all the tears, the shouts and the cheers C G C We sailed off to Gallipoli How well I remember that terrible day When the blood stained the sand and the water Well how in that hell that they call Suvla Bay We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well He chased us with bullets, yeah he rained us with shells And in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell Nearly blew us right back to Australia And the band played Waltzing Mathilda As we stopped to bury our slain And we buried ours and the Turks buried theirs Then it started all over again Now those who were living did the best to survive In a mad world of death, blood and fire And for seven long weeks oh I kept myself alive But the corpses around me piled higher Then a big Turkish shell knocked my arse over head And when I awoke in my hospital bed And saw what it had done, Christ, I wished I was dead Never knew there were worse things than dying And the band played Waltzing Mathilda All around the green bush far and near For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs No more Waltzing Mathilda for me So they collected the crippled, the wounded, the maimed And they shipped us back home to Australia The legless, the armless, the blind, the insane Oh those proud wounded heroes of Suvla And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay I looked at the place where my legs used to be And thank Christ, there was nobody waiting for me To grieve and to mourn and to pity And the band played Waltzing Mathilda As they carried us down the gangway But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared And they turned all their faces away And now every April I sit on my porch And I watch the parade pass before me I see my old comrades, how proudly they march Re-aliving past dreams of past glory I see the old men all twisted and torn Oh those forgotten heroes from a forgotten war And the young people ask me, "what are they marching for?" And I ask myself the same question And the band plays Waltzing Mathilda And the old men still answer the call But year after year their numbers get fewer Some day no one will march there at all
Broad Majestic Shannon (© Shane MacGowan)
The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks You sang me a song that was pure as the breeze Blowing up the road to Glenaveigh And I sat for a while at the cross at Finnoe Where young lovers would meet when the flowers were in bloom Heard the man coming home from the fair at Shinrone Their hearts in Tipperary wherever they go Take my hand, and dry your tears babe Take my hand, forget your fears babe There's no pain, there's no more sorrow They've all gone, gone in the years babe And I sat for a while by a gap in the wall Found a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball Heard the cards being dealt and the rosary called And a whistle playing Sean Dun na nGall And the next time I see you we'll be down at the Greeks There'll be whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks For its stupid to laugh and its useless to bawl 'Bout a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball Take my hand ... So I walked as day was dawning Where small birds sang and leaves were falling Where we once watched the row boats landing By the broad majestic Shannon
The Crack was 90 in the Isle of Man (© Barney Rush)
G Well, weren't we the rare oul stock, We spent the evenin' gettin' locked D G C Up in the ace of hearts where the high stools were engaging O'er the Butt Bridge, down by the dock, The boat she sailed at five o'clock "Hurry, boys, now," said Whack, "Or before we're there we'll all be back" G Carry him if you can G D G And the crack was ninety in the Isle of Man Before we reached the Alexander Base, the ding dong we did surely raise In the bar of the ship we had great sport, as the boat she sailed out of the port Landed up in the Douglas Head, enquired for a vacant bed The dining room we soon got shown, by a decent woman up the road "Lads, ate it if you can" And the crack was ninety in the Isle of Man Next morning we went for a ramble round, we viewed the sights of Douglas Town Then we went for a mighty session in a pub they call Dick Darbies We must have been drunk by half past three, to sober up we went swimmin' in the sea Back to the digs for the spruce up, while waitin' for the Rosie We all drew up our plan And the crack was ninety in the Isle of Man That night we went to the Texas Bar, we came back down by horse and car Met Big Jim and all went in to drink some wine in Yate's The Liverpool Judies it was said were all to be found in the Douglas Head McShane was there in his suit and shirt, them foreign girls he was tryin' to flirt Sayin' "Here, girls, I'm your man" And the crack was ninety in the Isle of Man Whacker fancied his good looks, on a Isle of Man woman he was struck But a Liverpool lad was by her side and he throwin' the jar into her Whacker thought he'd take a chance, he asked the quare one out to dance Around the floor they stepped it out, and to Whack it was no bother Everything was goin' to plan And the crack was ninety in the Isle of Man The Isle of Man woman fancied Whack, your man stood there till his mates came back Whack! they all whacked into Whack, and Whack was whacked out on his back The police force arrived as well, they banjoed a couple of them as well Landed up in the Douglas jail, until the Dublin boat did sail Deported every man And the crack was ninety in the Isle of Man Oh, the crack was ninety in the Isle of Man X:5 T:Craic was Ninety in the Isle of Man, The C:Barney Rush (Mild Music) D:Christy Moore "Live in Dublin", Toss the Feathers "Columbus Eclipse" B:Connolly "The Christy Moore Songbook" K:G M:C D2|:D3E G2G2|G4 D3D|D3D G2G2|G8|A3A A2A2|A4 G2A2|B2G2 G2F2|E2G4D2:| "G"D2E2 D2B,2|D4 G2A2|"G"B2B2B2B2|"D"c2A2 G2F2|"G"G4||
Dark Night Of The Soul (© St. John of the Cross/Loreena McKennitt)
Upon a darkened night The flame of love was burning in my breast And by a lantern bright I fled my house while all in quiet rest Shrouded by the night And by the secret star I quickly fled The veil concealed my eyes While all within lay quiet as the dead Oh night thou was my guide Oh night more loving than the rising sun Oh night that joined the lover to the beloved one Transforming each of them into the other Upon that misty night In secrecy, beyond such mortal sight Without a guide or light Than that which burned so deeply in my heart That fire t'was led me on And shone more bright than of the midday sun To where he waited still It was a place where no one else could come Oh night thou was my guide ... I lost myself to him And laid my face upon my lovers breast And care and grief grew dim As in the morning mists became the light From o'er the fortress walls The wind would brush his hair against his brow And with its smoothest hand Caressed my every sense it would allow Oh night thou was my guide ...
The Death of the Bear (© Donal MacDonald)
The cultural condition of postmodernity: The "Conquest of Paradise" has left a "Paradise Lost" in its wake. Still, vodka has always been a soul-comforter, not least at state funerals.
Bm Em The balalaika rings silent from Minsk to Red Square G F The cortege assembles to bury the bear Bm Em Nadia Rastropovic looks on in despair G A Bm With Irina, Catrina and Olga And quietly remembering her brother Ivan Shot in the back in Afghanistan The Stalinist purges, the snowy white grave That claimed Boris, Dimitri and Igor She remembered how proud she cheered with the crowd When Juri Gagarin sailed over the clouds Nadja and Ivan they shouted aloud: We put the first man in space But that was before the feared K.G.B. Put a question mark over her own loyalty To keep an eye on her comrades one, two, three Irina, Cathrina and Olga And poor Uncle Vlad whom the Doc declared mad For refusing to leave his beloved Leningrad She stood in the doorway, tearful and sad As they froged-marched him off to the Gulag He took a last look at his own native hills Where grew the red dog-wood and wild daffodils The look on his face was haunting her still Comrade Nadja Rastropovic But sometimes alone she'd think of the West Ladies with opals adorning their breast Park Avenue poseurs who behave like the Tsar With silver coke spoons for their caviar And she'd reflect back to when she'd just turned ten And faithfully subscribed to fair play for all men But seventy odd years of Bolshevik dreams Had worn down her pride and left her no means To cope with her own disillusions If Trotsky and Engels saw the Dachas and Zils The Politburo boys with their hands in the till The bear was long dead before he got ill Was it the cure or was it the fever? No more reds under beds to freak out the Feds A defunct Superpower in tatters and shreds The marks left by Karl leave them queueing for bread In the Caucuses, Baltics and Urals X:6 T:Death of the Bear, The N:Conquest of Paradise / Death of the Bear C:Donal McDonald (Tolka Music) D:Deoch an Dorais "Calliope", Dubliners "30 Years A-Greying" B:Campbell et al "The Dubliners Songbook" R:Song M:3/4 K:Bm P:Prelude C:Vangelis (Spheric Music) D:Vangelis "1492" F|"Bm"d4c2|B4_B=B|"A"c4_B2|F4F2|"Bm"d4c2|B4_B=B|"A"c6|z4c2| "D"f4e2|d4cd|"A"e4c2|A4A2|1 "G"G4A2|B4AG|"F#"F6|z4:|2 "G"G4A2|B4AG|"F#"F6|z4F2|"G"G4A2|B4AG|"F#"F6|z4|| FFF|"Bm"F2F2F2|FF3F2|"Em"E3EE2|E4zD| w: The ba-la-lai-ka rings si-lent from Minsk to Red Square, The "G"D2D3D|D2C2B,2|"F"CC3C2|C6| w: cor-tege as-sem-bles to bu-ry the bear, "Bm"FFF2F2|F2F2F2|"Em"E2E2E2|E4B,C| w: Na-dia Ras-tro-po-vic looks on in des-pair, With I- "G"D2D2D2|"A"C2B,2A,2|"Bm"F,2B,4|| w: ri-na, Cat-ri-na and Ol-ga.
Dirty Old Town Revisited (© Ewan McColl/The Edge Arr. Walkin' Tom 19??/2002)
Still a brilliant song, but it needed a new tune (`Van Dieman's Land').
D G D I met my love by the gas works door Bm A Dreamed a dream by the old canal F#m Bm I kissed my girl by the fac'try wall A G Bm Dirty old town, dirty old town Heard a siren comin' from the docks Saw a train set the night on fire I smelled the spring on the smoky wind Dirty old town, dirty old town Clouds are driftin' all across the moon Cats are prowlin' all along their beat Oh, spring's a girl in the streets at night Dirty old town, dirty old town I'm gonna make me a big sharp axe Shinin' steel tempered in the fire I'll chop you down like an old dead tree Dirty old town, dirty old town
Drill Ye Tarriers (© Thomas Casey & Charles Connolly)
Ein Railroad-Song aus dem Jahr 1888, in unserer Version leicht "balkanmäßig" angehaucht. Der harte Alltag der irischen Arbeiter beim Bau der amerikanischen Eisenbahnen im 19. Jh. wird hier mit viel Galgenhumor besungen. Die "Tarriers" ware Arbeiter, die mit Sprengstoff hantierten.
Am Early one morning 'bout seven o'clock E There was twenty tarriers drilling at the rock Am The boss came along and he says: keep still E And come down heavy with your cast iron drill Am E Am G Am And drill ye tarriers drill, drill ye tarriers drill Am G C It's work all day for the sugar in your tea E Down behind the railway Am E Am G Am G Am And drill ye tarriers drill, and blast, and fire The boss was a fine man down on the ground And he married a lady six feet round She baked good bread and she baked it well But she baked so hard as the hole of the hell Now the new foreman was John McCann By God, he was a mighty hard man Last week a primature blast went off And up in the sky went Big Jim Goff Next time pay day came around Jim Goff a dollar short was found When he asked the reason, came this reply: You were docked for the time you were up in the sky
End of the World (© Bob Geldof)
C G Though it strikes you as seeming a little absurd C I'm here to announce the end of the world It'll happen sometime between now and high noon It doesn't give you much time as it's happening real soon It'll start with a whimper, it'll end with a bang It'll leave a big hole where we could have sang This is the end The end of the world For five thousand years You must surely have heard Nostradamus and Jesus and Buddah and me We said it was coming Now just wait and see So everyone outside look up at the sky It's the last time you'll see it so wave it goodbye You took it for granted, you thought it was free Say goodbye to the leaves, the trees, and the sea There's nothing more useless than a car that won't start But it's even more useless at the end of the world This is the end ...
Fairytale Of New York (© Shane MacGowan/Jem Finer)
D It was Christmas Eve, babe G In the drunk tank D An' old man said to me A Won't see another one D And then he sang a song G The Real Old Mountain Dew D And I turned my face away G And dreamed about you D Got on a lucky one G Came in eighteen to one D I've got a feeling A This year's for me and you D So Happy Christmas G I love you baby D I can see a better time G A D When all our dreams come true G D G A D G D A D G A D D G They've got cars big as bars D A They've got rivers of gold D G But the wind goes right through you D A It's no place for the old D G When you first took my hand D A On a cold Christmas Eve D G You promised me Broadway A D Was waiting for me D G You were handsome, you were pretty D A Queen of New York City D G When the band finished playin' A D They howled out for more D G Sinatra was swinging D A All the drunks they were singing D G We kissed on a corner A D Then danced through the night G A And the boys of the NYPD choir D Bm Were singing Galway Bay D G A And the bells were ringing out D For Christmas Day D G You're a bum, you're a punk D A You're an old slut on Junk D G Lying there almost dead A D On a drip in that bed D G You scum bag, you maggot D A You cheap lousy faggot D G Happy Christmas you arse A D I pray God it's our last And the boys of the NYPD choir Still singing Galway Bay And the bells are ringing out For Christmas Day G D A D A D I could have been someone G Well so could anyone D You took my dreams from me A When I first found you D I kept them with me babe G I put them with my own D Can't make it all alone G A D I've built my dreams around you And the boys of the NYPD choir Still singing Galway Bay And the bells are ringing out For Christmas Day D G D A D G D A D G D A D G A D ...
Farewell Johnny Miner (© Ed Pickford)
Am Johnny Miner you were born G Never to face the rising sun Am Now it's time that you were gone G Am Farewell Johnny Miner Farewell Durham, Yorkshire, too Nottingham the same to you New South Wales I bid adieu Farewell Johnny Miner Em Em Cheer up, John, don't take it hard Em G Unemployment's not so bad Am They'll treat you well in the knackers yard G Am Farewell Johnny Miner You battled with the sliding scales Hands turn black and faces pale Now your body's up for sale Farewell Johnny Miner They promised you the earth sometimes To get the coal from the stinking mines Now the payment for their crimes Farewell Johnny Miner Cheer up, John, don't take it hard ... Johnny Miner you were born Never to face the rising sun Now it's time that you were gone Farewell Johnny Miner Farewell Durham, Yorkshire, too Nottingham the same to you New South Wales I bid adieu Farewell Johnny Miner Cheer up, John, don't take it hard ...
The Ferryman (© Pete St. John)
Aktueller denn je: Wie fühlt sich ein Mensch, dem mit seiner Arbeit sein vertrautes Umfeld und sein Selbstwertgefühl genommen wird?
G C G Oh the little boats are gone from the breast of Anna Liffey C D The ferrymen are stranded on the quay G C G Sure the Dublin docks are dying and a way of life is gone D G And Molly it was part of you and me D C G Where the strawberry beds sweep down to the Liffey C D You kiss away the worries from my brow G C G I love you well today and I love you more tomorrow D G If you ever loved me Molly love me now 'Twas the only job I know, it was hard but never lonely The Liffey ferry made a man of me Now it's gone without a whisper half forgotten even now And it's over, Molly, over can't you see Where the strawberry beds ... Now I'll never tend the yard and I'll spend my days in talkin' And I'll hear them whisper Charlie's on the dole But Molly we're still livin' and darling we're still young And the river never owned me heart and soul Where the strawberry beds ...
Fox on the Run (© Tony Hazzard)
Der Fuchs auf der Flucht hat wie die sprichwörtliche Katze mehrere Leben. Manfred Mann hat das Lied bekannt gemacht, Bluegrasser haben es gespielt. Hier nun die keltische Version. Aber die Todesfee (Banshee) klagt schon!
G D Am C She walked through the corn leading down to the river Am D C G Her hair shone like gold in the hot morning sun G D Am C She took all the love that a poor boy could give her Am D C G And left me to die like a fox on the run C Like a fox, like a fox, like a fox on the run C G D G Now everybody knows the reason for the fall C G Am D When woman tempted man down in paradise's hall C G D G That woman tempted me and took me for a ride C G D G But like a lonely fox I need a place to hide She walked through the corn ... We'll pour a glass of wine, boys, to fortify our souls We'll talk about the world and the friends we used to know I've seen a string of girls, who have put me on the floor The game is nearly over, the hounds are at my door She walked through the corn ...
Fox on the Run (© Nick Burbridge)
G C G High on the hills far above the black town G C G D Where the clear streams fall and wind's never still He flies through the air as he leaps from his lair He knows no master and he never will G C G D See his bold eye as he flies with the lark And the glint of his brush as he turns in the sun Hear his fine bark as he mates in the dark Claiming the life of the fox on the run G (e) C G Fox on the run, fox on the run G (e) D G Claiming the life of the fox on the run But down in the valley they gather together They're going to hunt the old fox on the hill They'll beat him, they'll stun him, they'll set their hounds on him For while he runs free he's a threat to them all Doctors and teachers, lawyers and preachers, Peelers, the stealers of life, they come on He's the one for us, they rattle in chorus We'll have the life of the fox on the run Fox on the run, fox on the run They'll have the life of the fox on the run And now he hears the shrill horn in the glen And he fears the evil of hounds and of men Then he turns and stands like a god on the brow Then he's off through the fields like a shot from a bow Over fences and bracken but the hounds they don't slacken With whips and with spurs they drive them along Over fences and stiles he tires of the miles Then they close in on the fox on the run Fox on the run, fox on the run Then they close in on the fox on the run Now the race is all over and done Dead in a ditch, his bones bleach in the sun The hills are all silent, and the winds are all still Ah but he knew no master and he never will But down in the hall how they sing and they bawl Never stopping for breath as they join in the fun They've filled his skull full, nailed his brush to the wall And they dance to the death of the fox on the run Fox on the run, fox on the run They dance to the death of the fox on the run Fox on the run, fox on the run Ah but I'll have the life of the fox on the run
From Clare To Here (© Ralph McTell)
F G Oh there's four of us who share the room C G We work hard for the brass F G And getting up late on Sunday C G I never get to mass Dm G C Em Am It's a long, long way from Clare to here Dm G Em Am It's a long, long way from Clare to here F G C Am Oh, it's a long, long way, it gets further day by day Dm G Em Am It's a long, long way from Clare to here When Friday night it comes around I'm only in the fighting My ma would like a letter home But I'm too tired for writing It's a long, long way from Clare to here ... And the only time I feel alright Is when I'm into drinking It eases off my pain a bit And levels out my thinking It's a long, long way from Clare to here ... Well it almost breaks my heart When I think of Josephine I promised I'd be coming back With pockets full of green It's a long, long way from Clare to here ... And I dream I hear a piper play Oh maybe it's a notion I dream I see white horses Dance on that other ocean It's a long, long way from Clare to here ...
Go Move Shift (© Ewan MacColl Add. Christy Moore)
Dm Born in the middle of an afternoon G D Dm In a horsedrawn wagon on the old A5 Dm The big twelve wheeler shook my bed, G Dm G Am "You can't stay here", the policeman said, Dm C G Am "You'd better get born in some place else, Dm C Dm C So move along! Get along! Move along! Get along! B C Dm Go! Move! Shift!" Born in the tatie lifting time In an old bow tent in a tatie field The farmer said "The work's all done It's time that you was moving on" Born in a wagon on a building site Where the ground was rutted by the trail of wheels The local Christian said to me "You'll lower the price of property" Born at the back of a hawthorn hedge Where the white hoarfrost lay all around No eastern kings came bearing gifts Instead the order came to shift Six in the morning out in Inchicore The guards came through the wagon door John Maughan was arrested in the cold A travelling boy just ten years old Mary Joyce was living at the side of the road No halting place and no fixed abode The vigilantes came to the Darndale site And they shot her son in the middle of the night The Eastern sky was full of stars And one shine brighter than the rest The wise men came so stern and strict And brought the orders to evict Wagon, tent or trailer born Last month, last year or in far off days Born here or a thousand miles away There's always men nearby who'll say X:9 T:Go Move Shift T:Moving On Song C:Ewan MacColl/Christy Moore (Harmony Music) D:Christy Moore "Live at the Point" B:Connolly "The Christy Moore Songbook" R:Song K:Dm M:4/4 "Dm"A2AA AGFG|ADD4EF|"G"G2G2GFDF|\ w: Born in the mid-dle of an af-ter-noon in a horse-drawn wa-gon on the M:2/4 "C"G4A4|\ w: old A M:4/4 "Dm"(D8|D6)A2|"Dm"A2d2d2d2|e2d2d2zd| w: 5_ The big twelve whee-ler shook my bed, "You "G"B2G2"Dm"A2FF|"G"G2G2"Am"E3F|| w: can't stay here", the po-lice-man said, "You'd "Dm"EED2"C"C2D2|"G"E2G2"Am"A4| w: bet-ter get born in some place else, |:"Dm"DDA2"C"GGA2|"Dm"DDA2"C"GGA2|"Bb"F4"C"E4|"Dm"D8:| w: Move a-long! Get a-long! Move a-long! Get a-long! Go! Move! Shift!"
In The Bleak Midwinter (© T.: C. Rossetti / M.: G. Holst)
Ein Weihnachtsgedicht der englischen Dichterin Christina Rossetti, geschrieben 1872. Vertont 1906 vom Komponisten Gustav Holst. Wir singen nur die erste und letzte Strophe.
D In the bleak midwinter A Frosty wind made moan D Earth stood hard as iron A A Water like a stone G Snow had fallen, snow on snow D A Snow and snow and snow D In the bleak midwinter A D Long long ago What can I give him Poor as I am? If I were a shepherd I would bring a lamb If I were a wise man I would do my part Yet what I can I give Him — Give my heart.
The Last Song (© Schmidt)
G D Em C [Capo II] This will be our last song, this will be our last goodbye Am G D Take care of yourself everywhere and hold your head up high G D Em C The moon is shining clearly and the stars are shining bright Am D G (D) This will be our last song for tonight When I'm old and doddery and my race is almost run Will you ever think of me, will you miss me when I'm gone Forget all pain and sorrows, come and rest here by my side This will be our last song for tonight C Am G D Last night I dreamed the waters came rushing to and fro Am C Em D The siren gave a warning, I watched my body go C Am G D The sea began to roll in, oh god, I cannot land Am C D I heard a loud voice calling: Please save this drowning man! This will be our last song, this will be our last goodbye ... ... Em C D G This will be our last song for tonight X:15 T:Last Song, The M:C K:A "A"z2A,B,C2D2|"E"EF3G2E2|"F#m"A2GF3E2|"D"D7E| w: This will be our last song, this will be our last good bye, Take "Bm"AG3F2E2|"A"EF2E4E|"A"E3FE2C2|"E"B,8| w: care of your-self ev-ry-where and hold your head up high, "A"z2A,B,C2DD|"E"EF3G2E2|"F#m"A2GF3E2|"D"D8| w: The moon is shin-ing clear-ly and the stars are shin-ing bright, "Bm"z2AGF2E2|"E"FE2F3G2|"A"A8|| w: This will be the last song for to-night
Lullaby of London (© Shane MacGowan)
C Am As I walked down by the riverside F C One evening in the spring C Am Heard a long gone song from days gone by F C Blown in on the great north wind F C Though there is no lonesome corncrake's cry Am F Of sorrow and delight C Am You can hear the cars and the shouts from bars F C And the laughter and the fights F C May the ghosts that howled round the house at night Am F Never keep you from your sleep C Am May they all sleep tight down in hell tonight F C Or where ever they may be F C F C ..... As I walked on with a heavy heart A stone danced on the tide And the song went on though the lights were gone And the North wind gently sighed And an evening breeze coming from the East That kissed the riverside So I pray now child that you sleep tonight When you hear this lullaby May the wind that blows from haunted graves Never bring you misery May the angels bright watch you tonight And keep you while you sleep
More Than Just a Dram (© Robin Laing)
Robert Burns (1759-96) used to hold the thankless position of a tax collector ("thae curst horseleeches o' th' Excise"). This, however, was only by day; for at night time he would sing the praise of the Gaelic "water of life", or else he could never have figured as the Scottish national bard. The verses recited at the beginning stem from one of his poems, Scotch Drink.
Thae curst horseleeches o' th' Excise Wha mak the whisky stells their prize - Haud up thy hand, deil! Ance - twice - thrice! There, seize the blinkers! An' bake them up in brunstane pies For poor damn'd drinkers C Take clear water from the hill Am And barley from the lowlands Am F Take a master craftsman's skill C G And something harder to define F (G) C Am Like secrets in the shape of coppered still F G C Or the slow silent magic work of time G Am F Whisky you're the devil in disguise C At least to some that's the way it seems F C But you're more like an angel in my eyes Am G Catch the heady vapours as they rise C And turn them into dreams Bring home Sherry casks from Spain Sanlucar de Barrameda And fill them up again With the spirit of the land Then let the wood work to the spirit's gain In a process no one fully understands Whisky you're the devil in disguise ... For the spirit starts out clear But see the transformation After many patient years When at last the tail unfolds For the colours of the seasons will appear From paleless yellow to the deepest gold Whisky you're the devil in disguise ... When you hold it in your hand It's the pulse of one small nation So much more than just a dram You can see it if you will The people and the weather and the land The past into the present is distilled Whisky you're the devil in disguise ... X:17 T:More Than Just A Dram N:Scotch Drink / More Than Just A Dram C:Robin Laing (Grian Music) D:Deoch an Dorais "Calliope", Robin Laing "The Angel's Share" R:Song M:4/4 K:C G2AG|E2E>D E3G|A>BA>G E>(DD)C/D/|E>FGE C3EF|(GG)>EA>G F4| A2G(E E)DCD|E3G (A2A)
My Baby Needs A Shepherd (© Emmylou Harris)
My baby needs a shepherd She's lost out on the hill Too late I tried to call her When the night was cold and still And I tell myself Ill find her But I know I never will My baby needs a shepherd She's lost out on the hill My baby needs an angel She never learned to fly She'll not reach sanctuary Just by looking to the sky I guess I could have carried her But I didn't even try My baby needs an angel She never learned to fly Oh I ran so far through a broken land I was following that drummer Beating in a different band And somewhere on the highway I let go of her hand Now she's gone forever Like her footprints in the sand Toora loora loora lo First the seed and then the rose Toora loora loora li My kingdom for a lullaby My baby needs a pilot She has no magic wand To help her part the troubled waters Of the Rubicon But in my soul I know shell Have to go this one alone After all that is only way she's ever known But there is no lamp in all this dark That could chase away her shadow From the corners of my heart I pray she's ride a dolphin But she's swimming with the shark Out where none can save her Not even Noah and his ark Toora loora loora lo To the cradle comes the crow Toora loora loora li My kingdom for a lullaby My baby needs a mother To love her till the end Up every rugged mountain And down every road that bends Sometimes I hear her cryin But I guess its just the wind My baby needs a mother To love her till the end
Never Grow Old (© James C. Moore)
Diese um 1914 verfasste Hymne des Baptistenpredigers James C. Moore (1888-1962) ist ein Song für die Bühne, wenn alle mitsingen. Dann durchaus mit Gänsehautgarantie.
C Oh you've heard of a land on a far away strand F C G It's the beautiful home of the soul C Built by Jesus on high where we never shall die F Am G C It's the land where we'll never grow old F C Never grow old, never grow old Am G C In the land where we'll never grow old F C Never grow old, never grow old Am G C In the land where we'll never grow old In that beautiful home where we never more roam We shall be in that sweet by and by Happy praise to the King through eternity sing It's the land where we never shall die When our work here is done and the life crown is won When our troubles and trials are o'er All our sorrows will end and our voices will blend With the loved onces who've gone on before
North and South of the River (© Christy Moore/Bono/The Edge)
G D I want to reach out over the loch C And feel your hand across the water G D Walk with you along an unapproved road C Not lookin' over my shoulder G D Em C I want to see, I want to hear, to understand your fear G D C But we're north and south of the river I've been doing it wrong all of my life This holy town has turned me over A man on the run from what he didn't understand As the wind from the Lough blew colder and colder There was a badness that had it's way Love was not lost it just got mislaid North and south of the river North and south of the river Can we stop playing these old tattoos Darling I don't have the answer I want to meet you where you are I don't need you to surrender There is no feeling so alone As when the one you're hurting is your own North and south of the river G D Some high ground is not worth taking Em C Some connections are not worth making There's an old church bell no longer ringing And some old songs are not worth singing North and south of the river North and south of the river
No Tie Ups (© Struan Eaglesham)
Eine einfühlsame Ballade der schottischen Folkrock-Gruppe Wolfstone über das Meer, über Fischer und ihre Existenzängste in Zeiten von Fangquoten und Fabrikschiffen.
D Fishermen don't put your boats out to sea G A There's a storm on the rise D The tide's on the turn and the wind's come away G A D There's turmoil ahead in the sky It could be a day or a week or an age As we wait for the gale to come round There's mouth to be fed and there's bills to be paid Before we return to the ground G D G D Roll the ocean, roll the sea G D e G D Roll the ocean, roll the sea Living's not easy with quotas cut down And prices so low on the key To sell up and move on could be the best way If we knew more than life on the sea As the trawlers have all got their satcom and sonar It's hard toil with hauler and creel And the smaller boats forced into treacherous waters The inner lochs long ago gleened Roll the ocean, roll the sea ... The ocean's a safe place for each man and all It treated with care and respect But with tie-ups and curfews enforced in more sectors You've got to change fate on the decks Captain and crew are all one and the same When it comes down to sharing the pay For the harder your toil and the longer your steam The more chance of taking a wage Roll the ocean, roll the sea ...
A Pair of Brown Eyes (© Shane MacGowan)
G One summer evening drunk to hell Am C I sat there nearly lifeless G An old man in the corner sang C Am Where the water lilies grow G And on the jukebox Johnny sang Am C About a thing called love G Am C G And it's how are you kid and what's your name C Am And how would you bloody know In blood and death 'neath a screaming sky I lay down on the ground And the arms and legs of other men Wee scattered all around Some cursed, some prayed, some prayed, then cursed Then prayed then bled some more And the only thing that I could see Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me But when we got back labelled parts one to three There was no pair of brown eyes waitung for me And a-roving, a-roving, a-roving I'll go A-roving, a-roving, a-roving I'll go A-roving, a-roving, a-roving I'll go For a pair of brown eyes C D G For a pair of brown eyes I looked at him, he looked at me All I could do was hate him While Ray and Philomena sang Of my elusive dreams I saw the streams the rolling hills Where his brown eyes were waiting And I thought about a pair of brown eyes That waited once for me And a-roving ... So drunk to hell I left the place Sometimes crawling, sometimes walking A hungry sound came across the breeze So I gave the walls a talking I heard the sounds of long ago Down from the old canal And the birds were whistling in the trees Where the wind was gently laughing X:19 T:A Pair of Brown Eyes C:Shane MacGowan (Stiff Music) D:Christy Moore "Unfinished Revolution", The Pogues "Rum, Sodomy & The Lash" M:3/4 K:G GE|"G"D3 E2D|"Am"E3 A2A|"C"A3 G2E|"G"G4 E2| w: And a-ro-ving, a-ro-ving, a-ro-vin I'll go, A- "G"D3 E2D|"Am"E3 A2A|"C"A3 G2E|"G"G4 GA| w: ro-ving, a-ro-ving, a-ro-vin I'll go, And a- "G"B3 c2B|"Am"A3 B2A|"C"G3 A2F|"G"G4 AB| w: ro-ving, a-ro-ving, a-ro-vin I'll go, For a "C"c4 B2|A4 G2|"Am"E6|z4 AB| w: pair of brown_ eyes, For a "C"c4 B2|"D"A4 F2|"G"G6|| w: pair of brown_ eyes
Poor Johnny Coal (© Gary Miller)
Em Bm I stood down in the valley G D G Gazing up to the top of the hill Em Bm Where I saw the lines of marching men D Bm Em With faces black and grim But the vision quickly faded Before my burning eyes And I came back to reality As the thunder rent the skies G C D G But we will wait until a new bairn is born G C D G And raise our glasses to herald a new dawn G C D Em We'll toast a new saviour but at the same time mourn G D G G D Em Poor Johnny Coal, poor Johnny Coal I stumbled into the old village Rubbed the tiredness out of my eyes And gazing up into the dawn light Saw young birds high up in the skies And from the rows of houses Came women collecting their milk Clutching the bottles to their breasts Like a bairn who's belly's been filled But we will wait until a new bairn is born ... Three wise men came bearing gifts They were following a star It lit up all their hopes and dreams As they journeyed from afar Are they three wise monkeys Or really three wise men Just turn your back and walk away Keep counting up to ten But we will wait until a new bairn is born ... X:34 T:Poor Johnny Coal R:Song M:3/4 Q:200 K:Em B|"G"B4B2|"C"c4cc|"D"A2A2F2|"G"G4zB| w: And we will wait til a new bairn is born, And "G"B4B2|"C"c2c2cc|"D"A2A2F2|"G"G4zB| w: raise our glas-ses to her-ald a new dawn, We'll "G"B4BB|"C"c2cccc|"D"A4F2|"Em"E6| w: toast a new sav-iour but at the same time mourn: "G"G6|"D"A2F4|"G"(G6|G6)|"G"G6|"D"F2D4|"Em"(E6|E4)z|| w: Poor John-ny Coal_ Poor John-ny Coal_
Round and Round (© Tommy Sands)
Nach einem Gedanken von Samuel Beckett: Nichts verändert sich jemals wirklich auf dieser Welt. Die einzigen, die etwas verändern könnten, sind wir selbst. Wenn wir es denn wollten!
C G Em Round and round and up and down we go again C G D I left my coat behind and now it's going to rain C G Em January, February, March and then D C D Monday morning yawns again Remember Mary Ellen, did I mention her before? She said she never never wants to see me anymore Suppose I knew her answer would be like just before But there was I this morning a-knockin' on her door Ah cursed be the whiskey, it's going to my head Last night I was so drunk that I kept falling out of bed If ever I get sober, l'll never drink again Except for just another one to ease away the pain The rich are getting richer and the poor are always poor Despite all those collections every Christmas at your door It's the bloody politicians, they are the ones to blame And at the next elections we'll all vote them back again I must be over ninety now, I cannot walk alone I'm creeping round the bed post like a child that's only one I spilt my breakfast round meself despite me grandson's frown I hope that things have changed a bit next time I come around
Sally MacLennane (© Shane MacGowan)
Well Jimmy played harmonica in the pub where I was born He played it from the night time to the peaceful early morn He soothed the souls of psychos and the men who had the horn 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'd 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 We walked in to the station in the rain We kissed him as we put him on the train And we sang him a song of times long gone Though we knew that we'd be seeing him again Oh, sad to say I must be on my way So buy me beer and whiskey cos I'm going far away I'd like to think of me returning when I can 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 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 We walked in to the station in the rain ... When Jimmy came back home he was surprised that they were gone He asked me all 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 We walked in to the station in the rain ...
Scarlet Ribbons (© Paul Simmonds)
G Walkin' through the streets D To the top of the town Banshee winds and boreen The people gather 'round There's been gunfire, there's been drinkin' You can hear the victory voice On the chapel door and the court house The posters say: Rejoice C Ribbons, scarlet ribbons D They're a-sailin' in the sun C Ribbons, scarlet ribbons D There's one for ev'ryone There's one on the tree at the edge of the park Two in the hair of the girls in the dark Three on the soldier whose medals he shows A fusion of colours oh just like a rose Ribbons, scarlet ribbons They're a-sailin' in the sun Ribbons, scarlet ribbons There's one for ev'ryone On the bells of celebration In the bedrooms of all nations On a lonely isle so cold and bare Lies a dead soldier so fresh and red Ribbons, scarlet ribbons They're a-sailin' in the sun Ribbons, scarlet ribbons There's one for ev'ryone
Shining Clear (© Robert Louis Stevenson / Alan Reid)
A mile an' a bittock, a mile or twa, Abune the burn, ayont the law, Davie an' Donal' an' Cherlie an' a', An' the mune was shinin' clearly! Ane went hame wi' the ither, an' then The ither went hame wi' the ither twa men, An' baith wad return him the service again, An' the mune was shinin' clearly! It's oot the barn and o'er the hill, Through the dark, and there's the still, A cup in yer hand an' drink yer fill, And the moon was shinin' clear. The clocks were chappin' in house an' ha', Eleeven, twal an' ane an' twa; An' the guidman's face was turnt to the wa', An' the mune was shinin' clearly! A wind got up frae affa the sea, It blew the stars as clear's could be, It blew in the een of a' o' the three, An' the mune was shinin' clearly! Noo, Davie was first to get sleep in his head, "The best o' frien's maun twine," he said; "I'm weariet, an' here I'm awa' to my bed." An' the mune was shinin' clearly! Twa o' them walkin' an' crackin' their lane, The mornin' licht cam gray an' plain, An' the birds they yammert on stick an' stane, An' the mune was shinin' clearly! O years ayont, O years awa', My lads, ye'll mind whate'er befa'- My lads, ye'll mind on the bield o' the law, When the mune was shinin' clearly.
Sister and Brother (© Kieran Halpin)
Leises Lied über Leben, Liebe, Enttäuschungen und die Erkenntnis, dass es ohne wirkliche Freunde nicht geht!
C F I come from the dark side C Brought up on the spring tide G Left home with a young girls pride C F C l've laboured long on the lessons of love F C No head, no grieving, no hurt, no bleeding, G F C No heart, no feeling, no faith, no healing B F And if you need a lover, C Please look no further G We need each other Dm C Like sister and brother The night life was sleazy Words came so easy Songs came to free me From the cold hard lessons of love With my head full of dreaming For no rhyme nor reason I fell for not heeding The warning in the lessons of love
Song for Ireland (© Phil and June Colclough)
C G [Capo II] Walking all the day Dm G C Near tall towers where falcons build their nests C G Silver winged they fly Dm G C They know the call of freedom in their breasts F G Saw Black Head against the sky C G Where twisted rocks they run down to the sea F C Living on your western shore G Saw summer sunsets, I asked for more F C G I stood by your Atlantic Sea Dm Am F G C And sang a song for Ireland Talking all the day With true friends who try to make you stay Telling jokes and news Singing songs to pass the time away Watched the Galway salmon run Like silver dancing, darting in the sun Living on your western shore ... Drinking all the day In old pubs where fiddlers love to play Saw one touch the bow He played a reel that seemed so grand and gay Stood on Dingle Beach and cast In wild foam we found Atlantic bass Living on your western shore ... Dreaming in the night I saw a land where no one had to fight Waking in your dawn I saw you crying in the morning light Sleeping where the falcons fly They twist and turn all in your air blue sky Living on your western shore Saw summer sunsets, I asked for more I stood by your Atlantic Sea Dm Am F G Am And I sang a song for Ireland X:25 T:Song for Ireland R:Song M:4/4 K:D "D"FF3F3D|"A"E6F2|"Em"G4FED2|"A"B,3A,B,2C2|"D"D6| "D"FF3F3D|"A"E6F2|"Em"G3GF2D2|"A"B,3A,B,2C2|"D"D6| "G"G3GG2A2|"A"B3AA3G|"D"FD3D3D|D6EF|"A"E8|| "G"GA3B3A|"D"A2F2D3F|F3GAD3|C3D"A"E3G|"G"G3AB3B|"D"A2D2"A"E3F| "Em"G3G"Bm"F2D2|"G"B,2"A"C2"D"D4||
The Sound of Whiskey (© Walkin' Tom) / Streams of Whiskey (© Shane MacGowan)
Rain's pouring down, cars rushing by The whores are willin', I feel like cryin' I strike some chords, can't stop the blues Try to sing a love song, but it never goes "Give us a tune, lad", oh I don't hear The sound of whiskey in my ear How hard I'm tryin', it won't disappear The sound of whiskey in my ear But … last night as I slept I dreamed I met with Behan I shook him by the hand And we passed the time of day When questioned on his views, On the crux of life’s philosophies He had but these few Clear and simple words to say I am going, I am going Any which way the wind may be blowing Where streams of whiskey are flowing I have cursed, bled and sworn Jumped bail and landed up in jail Life has often tried to stretch me But the rope always went slack And now that I’ve a pile I’ll go down to the Chelsea I’ll walk in on my Feet But I’ll leave there on my back Oh the words that he spoke Seemed the wisest of philosophies There’s nothing ever gained By a wet thing called a tear When the world is too dark And I need the light inside of me I’ll go into a bar and drink fifteen pints of beer
Terror Time (© Ewan MacColl)
Heather will fade, and the bracken will die Streams will run cold and clear And the birds theywill be going And it's then you will be knowing That the terror time is near And will you go now, or will you bide Now that the work's all done And the farmer doesn't need you And the council will not heed you And the terror time is come The woods give no shelter, the trees they are bare Snow falling all around And the children they are crying For the bed on which they're lying Is frozen to the ground The snow will not lift, and the star will not draw There's ice in the waterchurn Through the mud and snow you're sloshing Trying to do a bit of washing And the kindling will not burn Needing the warmth of your own human kind You draw near to the town But the sight of you's offending For the police they soon are sending And you're on the road again
The Voyage (© Johnny Duhan)
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Walking into Battle with the Lord (© Chumbawamba?)
A new crusade to the Holy Land An army of men under my command Fight the good fight here at home Send those men to kingdom come Take my aim wth a higher will Trust my Lord to hold me still Say amen and shoot to kill Walking into Battle with the Lord With open arms on Judgement Day Teach the children how to pray Faithful, blind, we all believe I was taught by Adam but I blame it on Eve All my words in kindness came Your souls in mercy to reclaim Cleanse this world of sin and shame Walking into Battle with the Lord Holy father, Mother Tongue Manna from heaven, right from wrong Take my place on the witness stand Trigger fingers, praying hands When two men meet on the field of war They both ask „what are we fighting for?" And „haven't we heard this all before?" Walking into Battle with the Lord
Weathered by the Whiskey (© Alan Glen)
Corofin, Co. Clare, 25 October 1997, on the way from the "Corofin Arms" to "Cahir's": A one-man band tootling "Living Next Door to Alice", and an old man, blissful with the firewater, murmuring a friendly "how-are-you" while pissing between the parked cars - "Naturally, Irish culture does not solely consist of whiskey", as journalist Luke Clancy once tried to explain to a French taxi driver. "Oh no, certainly not", the latter replied, "there is beer, too, of course, isn't there?"
D G A Weathered by the whiskey And the pack of cigarettes he smoked today He sits there at the bar Every sip he has takes him away See now he's a younger man The world is his, he can't go wrong Sometimes I wonder if his life gets better As the night goes on Em G D So set him up another round A To keep his dream alive Em G We'll raise our glasses A And we'll sing with him D G A For Auld Lang Syne D G A For Auld Lang Syne I watch his pantomime He reminds me of a friend of mine He speaks to shadows from another time They keep him smiling And from across the bar I try to figure out who they are Morning must be bitter When he wakes to find himself alone So set him up another round ... And when the bars are closed He says Goodbye to all his childhood friends I think I hear them sigh They wait for him to bring them back again He stumbles in the street He pisses in the parking lot And after all he's done Those memories are all he's got So set him up another round ... Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind, Should auld acquaintance be forgot and the days of auld lang syne, For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne, We'll take a cup of kindness yet for auld lang syne T:Auld Lang Syne R:Song B:Frank "??", Loesberg "The Scottish Songs of Robert Burns" M:2/4 K:D A|"D"d>d "Bm"df|"Em"e>d "A"ef|"D"d>d "D7"fa|"G"b3b| Should auld ac-quaint-tance be for-got and ne-ver brought to mind, should "D"a>f "Bm"fd|"Em"e>d "A"e f/e/|"Bm"d>B "Em"B"A"A|"D"d3"G"b| auld ac-quaint-tance be for-got and the days of auld lang syne, For "D"a>f "Bm"fd|"Em"e>d "A"ef|"D"a>f "D7"fa|"G"b3b| auld_ lang_ syne, my dear, for auld_ lang_ syne, We'll "D"a>f "Bm"fd|"Em"e>d "A"e"F#"f|"Bm"d>B "Em"B"A"A|"D"d3|| take a cup of kind-ness yet for auld_ lang_ syne.
We Had It All (© Mike Hanrahan)
Viele wehmütige Abschiede in den Strophen und ein positives Fazit im Refrain. Dem ist nichts mehr hinzuzufügen.
C F There's a sailor gone to sea, only he knows how it feels C Am G As he bids a fond farewell to all his kin. C F As he walks along the shore to his love he throws a rose C G C I'll return again in winter or in spring. F We had it all C Am We had the best of times G F G C We had a life that dreams are made of. Where the sun melts the sky a soldier standing by His eyes they cannot hide that lonesome tale. There's a photograph of home the smell of sweet cologne On words of love for ever and a day. At the station she boards a train, wet with tears and rain And a father holds a mothers empty hand. She whispers as she goes, of all the things you need to know What I have I hold forever in my heart. On an old country lane where the wilderness still reigns An old man takes a flower in his hand, How I've watched you bloom and fade and all the beauty you create I'll take with me that pleasure as we part.
William's Tale (© Gary Miller)
C F C Now this is the town where I was born C G C It's the town where I live now There is many a tale to be told of this place I will tell one to you now Am G In Nineteen-O-One I entered the world [In the 1900s we entered the world] Am G C F The year that Victoria died [Elizabeth Bowes-Lyons and I] C G C F My mother died delivering me C G C How my father must have cried As a young lad of twelve Fresh out of school I spent my first day down the mine And it seemed like the hell Of a dark prison cell But Lord knows I'd committed no crime The West Stanley Disaster I remember it well A hundred and sixty-eight lost their lives We were little more than slaves then Growing old before our time When the Fourteen-Eighteen Great War came My father was among the first to go He joined the Durham Light Infantry And we were proud of the medals he won Pozzieres, Mons, Ypres, Cambrai and the Somme He fought in all the major campaigns But when they shipped him back home at the end of it He wasn't the father that we had once known In Twenty-Six the General Strike Saw all the men out on the streets From Jarrow they marched in Thirty-Six But all they got was blood on their feet Half a century on it all happened again It seems that some things never change Back then Jarrow cried now Sunderland has died And strikes are still all the rage When the Second World War came along In Nineteen-Thirty-Nine My son got a note from the government Saying "We need your services son for a while" Then they sent me a note at the end of it all Saying "Sir your son did fine Now he's buried in North Africa You can visit him from time to time" Now I sit here at home with my plaque on the wall It's not much to show for my life Of fifty-odd years of toil down the mine It's been a long haul of struggle and strife And if the Tories get back into power again [The Millennium passed and I quietly pass on] It's going to drive me insane [No national mourning for me] And now that the Eighties have become the 'Haties' [For I had no Royal blood, I just did what I could] There's no future left for the bairns of today [Through the Twentieth Century] X:40 T:William's Tale R:Interlude M:3/4 Q:200 K:C V1: ed2|cBcBcd|e3fe2|d3ed2|c3de2| fefefg|a3ba2|g3fe2|d3de2| fefefg|a3ba2|g3fe2|d3ed2| cBcBcd|e3fe2|d3ed2|c3|| V2: ed2|c3cc2|e3ee2|d3ed2|c6| f3ff2|a3aa2|g3fe2|d6| f3ff2|a3aa2|g3fe2|d3ed2| c3cc2|e3ee2|d3ed2|c3||
The Winds Are Singing Freedom (© Tommy Makem)
D A D And the winds are singing freedom D A D They sing it everywhere G A D F#m Bm G A They sing it on the mountain side and in the city square. They sing of a new day dawning When our people shall be free Come And join the song of freedom G A D Let it ring from sea to sea. In the battle streets of Belfast you can hear the people cry For justice long denied them and their cry will fill the sky. But the winds of change are blowing, Bringing hope from dark despair A new day is dawning, you can feel it in the air. Too long our people suffered in misery and in tears And foreign rulers used our land for about eight hundred years. It's a long road, has no turning, and I know that soon will be A day of justice dawning, when our people shall be free. There's a time laid out for laughing, and there's a time laid out to weep There's a time laid out for sowing, and a time laid out to reap. There's a time to love your brother, there's a time for hate to cease If you sow the seeds of justice, then you'll reap the fruits of peace.
World Turned Upside Down (© Leon Rosselson)
D A In sixteen forty nine to St. George's Hill G A ragged band they called the Diggers D A Came to show the people's will. D A They defied the landlords, they defied the laws G D A D They were the dispossessed reclaiming what was theirs. We come in peace they said To dig and sow We come to work the land in common And to make the waste land grow This earth divided we will make whole So it can be a common treasury for all. The sin of property we do disdain No man has any right to buy and sell The earth for private gain. By theft and murder they took the land Now everywhere the walls rise up at their command. They made the laws to serve them well The clergy dazzle us with heaven Or they damn us into hell. We will not worship the god they serve The god of greed who feeds the rich while poor man starve. We work we eat together, we need no swords We will not bow to masters Or pay rents to the lords. We are free men though we are poor You diggers all stand up for glory stand up now. From the man of property the orders came They send the hired men and troopers To wipe out the Diggers claim. Tear down their cottages destroy their corn. They were dispersed only the vision lingers on. You poor take courage you rich take care This earth was made a common treasury For everyone to share. All things in common all people one We come in peace the orders came to cut them down.
You Keep Going Your Way (© )
D Em G A I see you in the mist across the river of the night D Em D You're a shadow of the past that hurt me so D Em G A The icy stream of nothing runs before my sightless eyes D Em D And I'm blinded by a a driving sheet of snow Bm G In the gutter I can see my life blood flowing Em A Where you cut me down with bodies sinking low D Em Bm G So you keep going your way and I'll keep going mine D G D A Everything will turn out just fine, D G D Everything will turn out just fine A spiders web of intrigue spun in strands of gleaming black 40 thousand lights to lead the way to you A bent twisted scarecrow tells the future of the past In a field high on a hill without a view In a moment you had vanished from my dreaming And I was left here with the chosen few So you keep going your way and I'll keep going mine Everything will turn out just fine, Everything will turn out just fine The sand runs through my fingers as the hours fade dway and the stars they all becken from up high. A team of six black Horses rising from the ocean deep Will carry up my body when I die The rustle of the pebbles on the shoreline Remind me that my times in short supply So you keep going your way and I'll keep going mine Everything will turn out just fine, Everything will turn out just fine