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Am From the hands it came down Dm From the side it came down E From the feet it came down Am And ran to the ground Am Between heaven and hell Dm A teardrop fell E In the deep crimson dew Am The tree of life grew| C |And the blood gave

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C C7 F CThere's a place I know where the train goes slow F G7Where the sinner can be washed in the blood of the lamb C C7 FThere's a river by the trestle down by Sinner's Grove C G7 F CDown where the willow and the dogwood grow F

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US Historical Songs: Battle of New Orleans (Andrew Jackson, "Old Hickory" in the War or 1812) Hale in the Bush (The execution of Nathan Hale, American hero and British traitor) Ballad of Major John Andre (The execution of John Andre, British hero and American traitor) An American Trilogy (Three Civil War era songs) John Brown's Body (The execution of John Brown, abolutionist hero and

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'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. "Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!" He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought— So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood

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C* C* Am* Am*[intro]C* C* Am* Am*[intro]C [stop] (G/B) Am [stop] A lovestruck Romeo sings the streets a serenade C [stop] (G/B) Am [stop]Now he's laying everybody low, he's got a love song that he madeG G G [stop]He finds a convenient streetlight, and he, he steps out of the shade and he says something likeF

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I hear the drizzle of the rainLike a memory it fallsSoft and warm continuingTapping on my roof and walls/ G C - G - / Am Em C Bm7 - / / G Bm G C - / Am Em D G CG G CG /And from the shelter of my mindThrough the window of my eyesI gaze beyond the rain-drenched streetsTo England where my heart liesMy mind's distracted and diffusedMy thoughts are many miles awayThey lie with you when you're

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I hear the drizzle of the rainLike a memory it fallsSoft and warm continuingTapping on my roof and walls/ G C - G - / Am Em C Bm7 - / / G Bm G C - / Am Em D G CG G CG /And from the shelter of my mindThrough the window of my eyesI gaze beyond the rain-drenched streetsTo England where my heart liesMy mind's distracted and diffusedMy thoughts are many miles awayThey lie with you when you're

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VERSE 1:G D G D GI have been ungrateful/ i've been unwiseG D G D GRestless from the cradle/ now I realizeD Em C D Em CIt so hard to see the rainbow/through glasses dark as theseG D Em C D GMaybe I'll be able from now on/ on my kneesG C

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G C x4 / G D C x4 / G D C x2 / G D C D C G / G D C G F D G D F C DIt was one of those great stories that you can't put down at nightThe hero knew what he had to do and he wasn't afraid to fightThe villain goes to jail while the hero goes freeI wish it were that simple for meAnd the reason that she loved himWas the reason I loved him tooAnd he never wondered what was right or wrongHe just knew, he

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Cadd9[ / / / / ][ / / / / ]Cadd9 G6/BDriving across Dakota, I saw an old freight trainAm27 /F G7That train has crossed this state through the wind the snow and rain Cadd9 G6/BNow the wheels were rusted golden and it wasn't on a trackAm27 /F G7Somebody somewhere swore that train would be coming backChorus:Fmaj9 G7sus G7You remain unchanged,

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C GNow the flames they followed Joan of ArcF CAs she came riding through the darkD GNo moon to keep her armour bright D C G G7No man to get her through this very smoky nightShe said, "I'm tired of the warI want the kind of work I had beforeA wedding dress or something whiteTo wear upon my

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Old Reilly stole a stallionBut they caught him and they brought him backAnd they laid him down on the jailhouse groundWith an iron chain around his neck.Old Reilly's daughter got a messageThat her father was goin' to hang.She rode by night and came by morningWith gold and silver in her hand.When the judge he saw Reilly's daughterHis old eyes deepened in his head,Sayin', "Gold will never free your

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G Em F C x2[D] My place is o[D]f the sun and[Bm7(4)] this place is o[Bm7(4)]f the darkAnd I[C(9)], I do not fe[C(9)]el the romance,[G] I do not c[G]atch the spark[D] My place is o[D]f the sun and[Bm7(4)] this place is o[Bm7(4)]f the darkAnd I[C(9)], I do not fe[C(9)]el the romance,[G] I do not c[G]atch the spark[D] [D/G] [D/F] [D/E] [D] [D/G] [D/F] [D/E]{ci:instrumental}G F Em Cm / G F

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Am Em7 AmIt all began when they took me from my home Em7And put me on Death Row,Am Em7 Am Em7 A crime for which I am totally innocent, you know.Am Em7I began to warm and chillAm Em7To objects and their fields,Am Em7 AmA ragged cup, a twisted mop Em7

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Verses: [C G x4 / Em D x2 / Am D] x2Chorus: C D G C / G C G C DBridge: Em D x2 / C G D / Em D x2 C G / C G D[F]Tar[C]zan [F]wasn't a [C]ladies man[F]He'd just [C]come along and [F]swoop 'em up un[C]der his [Am]arm like [G]that[Am]Quick as a [G]cat in the [Dm]jungle [G]But [F]Clark [C]Kent, now [F]there was a [C]real gent[F]He would [C]not be caught [F]sittin' aro[C]und in no [Am]jungle[G]scape[Am

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|: G C Em D :| 2 timesG C G DI'm still young, but I know my days are numberedC G Em D1 2 3 4 5 6 7 and so on G C G DBut a time will come when these numbers have all ended C G Em DAnd all I've ever seen will be forgottenC GWon't you comeC G

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[C] Lay [G] down Your [Dm] sweet and weary [Am] head [C] Night is [G] falling, You have [Dm] come to journey's [Am] end[C] Sleep [G] now, And [Dm] dream of the ones who came [Am] before[C] They are [G] calling From [Dm] across the distant [Am] shore[Am] Why do you [C] weep[F] What are these [G] tears upon your [Am] faceSoon you will [C] see [F] All of your [G] fears will pass [Am] awaySafe in [C]

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I will give the secrets you requestAnd you will be the one to sacrificeSo lay your olive arms upon my breastAnd sing the songschor, free the butterfliesPray your gods who ask you for your bloodFor they are strong and angry jealous onesOr lay upon my altar now your loveI fear my time is shortThere are armies moving closeBe quick, my loveI feel my body weakened by the yearsAs people turn to gods of

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Like a b[G]ird on the w[D]ire, like a dr[G]unk in a midnight ch[C]oirI have tr[G]ied in my w[D]ay to be free [Gsus4] [G]Like a w[G]orm on a h[D]ook, like a kn[G]ight from some old-fashioned b[C]ookI have s[G]aved all my r[Dibbons for thee [Gsus4] [G] [C] If I, if I have been unk[G]ind [Am] I hope that you can just let it go b[G]y [C] If I, if I have

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Intro: C . . |Gsus4 . . |G . . |. . . | C AmNow in Vienna there's ten pretty women C Em/b AmThere's a shoulder where Death comes to cry F GThere's a lobby with nine hundred windows F F Em Dm C E7/bThere's a tree where the doves go to die AmThere's a piece that was

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Intro: E B E B E Am G AmAnd who by fireAm G AmWho by waterC G CWho in the sunshineC G CWho in the night timeAm G AmWho by high ordealAm G AmWho by common trial C G CWho in your merry merry month of may C G CWho by very slow decay Am F EAnd who, who shall I say is calling?And who in her lonely slipWho

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The [Am]door it opened [F]slowly,my [Am]father he came [F]in,I was [G]nine [F]years [E]old.And he [Am]stood so tall ab[F]ove me,his [Am]blue eyes they were [F]shiningand his [G]voice was [F]very [E]cold.He [C]said, "I've had a visionand you know I'm strong and holy,I must [D]do what I've been [B]told."So he [F]started up the [Bb]mountain,I was [F]running, he was [Bb]walking,and his [F]axe was [G]

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FATHER AND SON(Cat Stevens, from _Tea for the Tillerman_, 1970?) G D C Am7It's not time to make a change, just relax and take it easy G EmYou're still young that's your fault, Am Dthere's so much you have to know G D C Am7Find a girl, settle down, if you want to,

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Chorus:Then pull off the coat and roll up the sleeve,For Bayard is a hard street to travel;So pull off the coat and roll up the sleeve,The Bloody Sixth is a hard ward to travel I believe. Like wild dogs they did fight, this Fourth of July night,Of course they laid their plans accordin';Some were wounded and some killed, and lots of blood spill'd,In the fight on the other side of Jordan.They had

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Am Am From the hands it came down Dm From the side it came down E From the feet it came down Am And ran to the ground Am Between heaven and hell Dm A teardrop fell E In the deep crimson dew Am The tree of life grew| C |And the blood gave life| G

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C CThe beast in meF G CIs caged by frail and fragile barsF GRestless by day C Bb D7And by night rants and rages at the starsF G CGod help the beast in meThe beast in meHas had to learn to live with painAnd how to shelter from the rainAnd in the twinkling of an eyeMight have to be restrainedGod help

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The lyrics in italics are from the Rufus Wainwright and Jeff Buckley versions.All others are by Leonard Cohen.Intro: G.. ...|D.. ...| G EmNow I've heard there was a secret chord G EmThat David played, and it pleased the Lord C D G DBut you don't really care for music, do you? GIt goes like this C DThe fourth,

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G Am F Em If it be your will, that I speak no more G Am C G And my voice be still, as it was beforeEm D Em D I will speak no more, I shall abide until C G D I am spoken for, if it be your will If it be your will, that a voice be true From this

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English lyrics (secular) The better-known lyrics for this piece are in Middle English, and comprise a song of spring (reverdie): Svmer is icumen in,Lhude sing cuccu!Groweþ sed and bloweþ medAnd springþ þe wde nu,Sing cuccu! Awe bleteþ after lomb,Lhouþ after calue cu.Bulluc sterteþ, bucke uerteþ,Murie sing cuccu! Cuccu, cuccu, wel singes þu, cuccu;Ne swik þu naver nu,Sing cuccu nu. Sing cuccu.Sing

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Words: W.C. Smith (1824-1908)Tune: Picardy (Let All Mortal Flesh)Earth was waiting, spent and restless,with a mingled hope and fear,faithful men and women praying,"Surely, Lord, the day is near:the Desire of all the nations--it is time he should appear!"Then the Spirit of the Highestto a Virgin meek came down,and he burdened her with blessing,and he pained her with renown;for she bore the

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Ave Maris Stella (I love this one, great tune! Good, very singable, English translation.) Stabat Mater Dolorosa (Another one I love, which you will too. Powerful during Holy Week!) Stabat Mater Speciosa (Same tune, but happier, for Christmas.)Hail, Holy Queen (Did you see "Sister Act"? This one was in there. This hymn is based on the ancient prayer "Salve Regina ". This is sung during

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It has been pointed out to me that in parts of Ireland a priest is sometimes referred to as the Man in Black. This is mere coincidence; my Man in Black is not intended to symbolise the organised church, nor The Bomb, nor pollution, nor racial intolerance, although he can be any or all of these. The song only says that the Man in Black, whatever form he takes, is the product of wilful ignorance:

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Allee ballee allee ballee beeSittin' on your mammy's kneeGreetin' for a wee bawbeeTae buy some Coulter's candyPoor wee soul, you're lookin' very thinA puckle of bones covered o'er wi' skinNow you're gettin' a wee double chinFrae eatin' Coulter's candyMammy, hand me my thrifty downHere's auld Coulter comin' roundWi' a basket on his crownSellin' Coulter's candyAllee ballee allee ballee beeWhen you

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Chorus:Am GOh ro soon shall I see them; Oh he ro see them oh see them.C G C G Am G AmOh ro soon shall I see them the mist covered mountains of home.AmThere shall I visit the place of my birthGAnd they'll give me a wlcome the warmest on earthC G C GAll so loving and kind full of music and

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Sleep, my child, for the red bee hums The silent twilight falls. The Banshee from the grey rock comes, To wrap the world in thrall. A lyanvan, O my child, my joy, My love, my heart's desire, The cricket sings you a lullabye, Beside the dying fire. Dusk is drawn and the Green Man's thorn Is wreathed in rings of fog. Sheevra sails his boat 'til mornUpon the starry bog. A lyanvan, O the pale

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My little, sweet baby; my comfort and joySing lullaby, lully.In beauty surpassing the princess of TroySing lullaby, lully, sweet baby.Lullaby, lully.Now hush child, now sleep child, thou mama's sweet boySing lullaby, lully.May God bless and keep thee from cruel annoySing lullaby, lully, sweet babyLullaby lully

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Merchant versionIn London town, where I did dwellLived a butcher's boy I loved so well.He stole from my my heart awayAnd with me now he will not stay. There is a house in London townWhere my true love, he sets him down.He takes a strange girl on his kneeAnd he tells to her what he won't tell me. It's grief to me, and I'll tell you why,Because she has more gold than I.But gold will melt and

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Well, I lived in a townWay down southBy the name of OwensboroAnd I worked in a millWith the rest of the "trash"As we're often calledAs you knowWell, we rise up earlyIn the morningAnd we work all day real hardTo buy our little meat and breadBuy sugar, tea, and lardWell, our childrenGrow up unlearnedWith no time to go to schoolAlmost before they learn to walkThey learn to spin and spoonWell, the

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Lift up your heads Emmanuel's friendsAnd taste the pleasure Jesus sendsLet nothing cause you to delayBut hasten on the good old wayOur conflicts here though great may beShall not prevent our victoryIf we but watch and strive to prayLike soldiers in the good old wayO good old way how sweet though artMay none of us from thee departBut may our actions always sayWe're marching in the good old way

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A time for us, some day there'll beWhen chains are torn by courage born of a love that's freeA time when dreams so long denied can flourishAs we unveil the love we now must hideA time for us, at last to seeA life worthwhile for you and meAnd with our love, through tears and thornsWe will endure as we pass surely through every stormA time for us, some day there'll be a new worldA world of shining

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The þ (called "thorn") is pronounced "th". Old EnglishErþe toc of erþe erþe wyþ wohErþe oþer erþe to þe erþe drohErþe leyde erþe in erþene þrohþo heuede erþe of erþe erþe ynohModern EnglishEarth took earth from earth with woe,earth dragged other earth to the earth;earth put earth into an earthen chest.Then earth had enough earth from earth. Of 'that which is of the earth' [a person]being taken

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- Emerson, Lake and PalmerHe had white horsesAnd ladies by the scoreAll dressed in satinAnd waiting by the door[Chorus]Ooooh, what a lucky man he wasOoooh, what a lucky man he wasWhite lace and feathersThey made up his bedA gold covered mattressOn which he was laid[Chorus]He went to fight warsFor his country and his kingOf his honor and his gloryThe people would sing[Chorus]A bullet had found

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Away with these self-loving lads,Whom Cupid´s arrow never glads.Away poor souls that sigh and weepIn love of them that lie and sleep.For Cupid is a meadow God,And forceth none to kiss the rod.God Cupid´s shaft like destinyDoth either good or ill decree:Desert is born out of his bowReward upon his foot doth go.What fools are they that have not knownThat Love likes no laws but his own?The worth

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Dear, if you change,I´ll never choose again.Sweet, if you shrinkI´ll never think of love.Fair, if you failI´ll judge all beauty vain.Wise if too weak,moe wits I´ll never prove.Dear, Sweet, Fair, Wise,Change, shrink nor be not weak:And on my faith,my faith shall never break.Earth with her flowr´sshall sooner heav´n adorn,Heav´n her bright starsfrom earth´s dim globe shall move,Fire heat shall lose

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Can he excuse my wrongs with virtue´s cloak?Shall I call him good when he proves unkind?Are those clear fires which vanish into smoke?Must I praise the leaves where no fruit I find?No, no, when shadows do for bodies standThou may´st be abus´d if thy sight be dim;Cold love is like to words written on sandOr to bubbles which on the water swim.Wilt thou be thus abused stillSeeing that he will right

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Flow my tears fall from your springs,Exil´d forever let me mournWhere night´s blackbird her sad infamy sings,There let me live forlorn.Down vain lights shine you no more,No nights are dark enough for thoseThat in despair their last fortunes deplore,Light doth but shame disclose.Never may my woes be relievedSince pity has fled,And tears and sighs and groansMy weary days, my weary daysOf all joys

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Rest awhile you cruel caresBe not more severe than love.Beauty kills, and beauty spares,And sweet smiles sad sighs remove:Laura, fair queen of my delight,Come grant me love in love´s despite,And if I ever fail to honor thee,Let this heavenly light I see,Be as dark as hell to me.If I speak my words want weight,Am I mute, my heart doth break,If I sigh she fears deceit,Sorrow then for me must speak:

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Awake sweet love, thou art return´d:My heart, which long in absence mourn´d,Lives now in perfect joy.Let love which never absent diesNow live forever in his eyes,Whence came my first annoy.Only himself had seemed fair:He only I could love,He only drave me to despair,When he unkind did prove.Despair did make me wish to die;That I my joys might end,He only which did make me fly,My state may now

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CatalanA la vora de la marhi ha una donzella,hi ha una donzella,que en brodava un mocadorque és per la reina,que és per la reina. Quan en fou a mig brodarLi manca seda,Li manca seda,Veu venir un marinerQue una nau mena,que una nau mena. --Mariner bon mariner,que en porteu seda?Que en porteu seda?--Pugeu a dalt de la nautriareu d´ella,triareu d´ella. La donzella entrà a la nau,Escull

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CatalanQuè li darem en el Noi de la Mare?Què li darem que li sàpiga bo?Panses i figues i nous i olives,Panses i figues i mel i mató. Angels del cel són els que l´enbressolen,Àngels del cel que li fan venir son,Mentre li canten cançons d´alegria,Cants de la glòria que no són del món.EnglishWhat shall we give to the son of the mother?What shall we give him that he will like?Raisins and figs,

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CatalanQuan jo n´era petitetfestejava i presumiaespardenya blanca al peui mocador a falsiaAdéu clavell morenet,Adéu estrella del dia. I ara que ne só grandetM´he posat a mala vidaMe só posat a robarOfici de cada diaAdéu clavell morenet,Adéu estrella del dia. Quan he tingut prous dinersHe robat també una ninaL´he robada amb falsedatDient que m´hi casariaAdéu clavell morenet,Adéu estrella del

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CatalanMalalta está, malaltaLa filla del bon rei,Comtes la van a veure,Comtes i noble gent. --Ai, que el meu cor se´m nuacom un pom de clavells. També n´hi va sa mareQuan ja no hi ha remei,--Filla, la meva filla,de quin mal us queixeu? --Ai, que el meu cor se´m nuacom un pom de clavells. Mare, la meva mare,Be prou que ho sabeu.Metzines m´heu donadesque em nuen el cor meu. --

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C / Am F G / Am F C CatalanRossinyol, que vas a França, rossinyol,encomana'm a la mare, rossinyol,d'un bell boscatge, rossinyol, d'un vol. Encomane'm a la mare, rossinyol,i a mon pare no pas gaire, rossinyol,d'un bell boscatge, rossinyol, d'un vol. Perquè m'ha mal maridada, rossinyol,a un pastor me n'ha dada, rossinyol,d'un bell boscatge, rossinyol, d'un vol. Que em fa guardar la

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CatalanEl desembre congelatConfós es retira.Abril, de flors coronat,Tot el món admira.Quan en un jardí d'amorNeix una divina flor:D'una ro ro ro,D'una sa sa sa,D'una ro, d'una sa,D'una rosa bellaFecunda i poncella.El primer pare causàLa nit tenebrosaQue a tot el món ofuscàLa vista penosa;Quan en una mitja nit,Brilla el sol que n'és eixitD'una bella auroraQue el cel enamora.Arribaren els tres

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My heart was ance as blythe and freeAs simmer days were lang,But a bonnie westlin weaver ladHas gart me change my sang.Chorus:Tae the weaver's gin ye go fair maid,Tae the weaver's gin ye go,I rede ye richt, gang ne'er at nicht,Tae the weaver's gin ye go.My mither sent me tae the toonTae warp a plaiden wab;But the weary weary warpin o'tHas gart me sigh and sab.ChorusA bonnie westlin weaver ladSat

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Dark and rainy is the night, There's no a star in a' the carry; Lightnings gleam athwart the lift, And the cauld winds drive wi' winter's fury. O! are ye sleepin', Maggie? O! are ye sleepin', Maggie? Let me in, for loud the linn Is roarin' o'er the warlock craigie! Fearfu' soughs the

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words and music Matt McGinn D Bm D Coorie doon, Coorie doon, Coorie doon, my darling A D Coorie doon a day D Bm D Coorie doon, Coorie doon, Coorie doon, my darling A D Coorie doon a day D Bm D GLie doon my dear and in your ear D A DTo help you close your eyes

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Will Ye Go Lassie?(Wild Mountain Thyme)Download Midi File Barry Taylor Information Lyrics The lyrics are by Scottish poet Robert Tannahill (1774-1810) of Paisley. The poem is called The Braes of Balquidder, spelled variously The Braes of Balquheder or Braes o' Balquhidder (pronounced 'Balwhither') which was printed as early as 1742. Tannahill's version first appeared in a

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Land of the LealDownload Midi File Lesley Nelson-Burns Information Lyrics The melody is an old air, Hey, tuttie, tattie. Lady Nairne wrote the words when the only child of her friend, Mrs. Archibald Campbell Colquhoun (who had been a love of Sir Walter Scott at one time) died. Robert Burns then "adapted" the lyrics further. For a complete list of Lady Nairne tunes at this site,

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Scots Wha Hae (a calque on the English Scots who have: the traditional Scots idiom would be Scots that haes) is a patriotic song of Scotland which served for a long time as an unofficial national anthem of the country, but has lately been largely supplanted by Scotland the Brave and The Flower of Scotland. The lyrics were written by Robert Burns in the form of a speech given by Robert the Bruce

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Ye Jacobites by NameDownload Midi File Robert Burns Information Lyrics The tune may be a version of Put in All in 'Pills'. It was printed as The Battle of Falkirk Garland in 1746 where it was noted as sung to the tune of Captain Kid. The tune was also used for Sam Hall, and Davy Louston. Unlike other tunes of the Jacobite era this is a condemnation of the Jacobite cause. For other

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[Em] Was November the fourth in the [G] year of ninety-[D] one[Em] We had a sore engagement near [D] to [Em] Fort [D] Jeffer [Em] son[G] Sinclair was our commander, which [Bm] may remembered be[Em] But we left nine hundred soldiers in [D] that [Em] Western Terri[D] tory[Em]At Bunker’s Hill and in Quebec, where many a hero fellLikewise out on Long Island, it is I the truth can tellBut such a

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[G] I am a [D] pilgrim an’ a [G] strangerTraveling [C] through this wearsome [G] landI’ve got a home, in yonder [C] city good Lord [C7],[G] And it’s not not [D] made by [G] handI’ve got a mother, sister and a brotherWho have been this way beforeI am determined to go and see them, good LordOver on that other shoreI going down to the river of JordanJust to bathe my wearsome soulIf I can just touch

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- LongfellowListen my children and you shall hearOf the midnight ride of Paul Revere,On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;Hardly a man is now aliveWho remembers that famous day and year.He said to his friend, "If the British marchBy land or sea from the town to-night,Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry archOf the North Church tower as a signal light,--One if by land, and two if by sea;And I

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- Robert BurnsFlow gently, sweet Afton, amang thy green braesFlow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praiseMy Mary's asleep by thy murmuring streamFlow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. Though stock-dove whose echo resounds from the hill Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny dellThou green created lapwing, thy screaming for bearI charge you, disturb not my slumbering

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- Dead Can Dance I am stretched on your grave And I'll lie here forever If your hands were in mine I'd be sure they would not sever My apple tree, my brightness It's time we were together For I smell of the earth And am worn by the weather When my family thinks That I'm safely in my bed From morn until night I am stretched at your head Calling out to the earth With tears hot and wild For the loss

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- lyrics and description by Woody Guthrie, tune "Wreck of Altoona"Worst damn thing in this world is being a slave. Best thing is to all be free. Some guys got the idea you and me ought to work out daylights out while they set around and take it easy.If they are right, I am wrong.Here's where they fired down six hungry working folks, and laid 'em in the ground. Just like you wasn't fit to be on

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Wikipedia Article | Ireland's Own ArticleAll honour to ÓGlaigh na hÉireann,All praise to the men of our race,Who, in day of betrayal and slavery,Saved Ireland from ruin and disgrace.But do not forget in your praising,Of them and the deeds they have done,Their loyal and true-hearted comrades,The Soldiers of Cumann na mBan.Chorus:They stand for the honour of Ireland,As their sisters in days that

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- Johnny CashWell, I got a friend named Whiskey SamHe was my boonierat buddy for a year in NamHe said I think my country got a little off trackTook 'em twenty-five years to welcome me backBut it's better than not coming back at allMany a good man I saw fallAnd even now, every time I dream I hear the menand the monkeys in the jungle screamDrive onIt don't mean nothin'My children love me, but they

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- Paper LaceIn the heat of a summer nightIn the land of the dollar billWhen the town of Chicago diedAnd they talk about it stillWhen a man named Al CaponeTried to make that town his ownAnd he called his gang to warWith the forces of the lawI heard my mama cryI heard her pray the night Chicago diedBrother what a night it really wasBrother what a fight it really wasGlory be!I heard my mama cryI

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- Woody GuthrieI was five years old in Bucktown MarylandWhen into slavery I was sentI'll tell you of the beatings and of the fightingIn my ninety-three years I've spentI helped a field hand make a run for freedomWhen my fifteenth year was rolling roundAnd the guard he caught him in a little storeIn a little slavery village townThe boss made a grab to catch the field handI jumped in and blocked

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- Charlie DanielsGot on a plane in 'FriscoAnd got off in VietnamI walked into a different worldThe past forever goneI could have gone to CanadaOr I could have stayed in schoolBut I was brought up differentlyI couldn't break the rulesThirteen months and fifteen daysThe last ones were the worstOne minute I'd kneel down and prayAnd the next I'd stand and curseNo place to run toWhere I did not feel

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- Charlie Daniel's BandIn 1927 Oklahoma blew awayAnd we started cross the country in a beat up ChevroletOur backs were to the sunrise and our feet were on the pathWe're going out to the promised land and the Grapes of WrathThey called us dirty rednecks and they called us filthy bumsSaid we don't want ya'll in our town so why the H***'d you come?We ain't scared of anybody we're just running from

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- Hank Williams Jr.Way up north north to Alaskaway up north north to AlaskaNorth to Alaskago north the rush is onBig Sam left Seattle in the year of 1902With George as his partner and brother Billy tooThey crossed the Yukon River and found the Bonanza goldJust below that old White Mountain just a little southeast of NomeSam crossed the majestic mountain to valleys far belowHe talked to his team

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The legend lives on from the Chippewa on downOf the big lake they call Gitche GumeeThe lake, it is said, never gives up her deadWhen the skies of November turn gloomy.With a load of iron ore - 26,000 tons moreThan the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed emptyThat good ship and true was a bone to be chewedWhen the gales of November came earlyThe ship was the pride of the American sideComing back from some

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- Buffy Sainte-MarieIndian legislation on the desk of a do-right CongressmanNow, he don't know much about the issueSo he picks up the phone and he asks advice from theSenator out in Indian countryA darling of the energy companies who areRipping off what's left of the reservations/ D - A - / D G / A - / D Bm / G A / Bm G A - /I learned a safety rule, I don't know who to thankDon't stand between

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- David RovicsHugh Thomson was a pilot, just like many moreFighting for Old Glory on a far-off, foreign shoreHe was on a lethal mission, only one of manyFollowing his orders to kill the enemy, to kill the enemyHe flew low above the village, searching for the foeWhen he saw a wounded child on the path belowHe thought this to be a sure sign that the enemy was nearSo he radioed for back-up and more

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Scottish and American Songs on Life 1oo Years: Five for Fighting The Ages of Man: Lesley Nelson-Burns I'm 15 for a momentCaught in between 10 and 20And I'm just dreamingCounting the ways to where you are I'm 22 for a momentShe feels better than everAnd we're on fireMaking our way back from Mars [Chorus]15 there's still time for youTime to buy and time to lose15, there's

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Fighting soldiers from the skyFearless men who jump and dieMen who mean just what they sayThe brave men of the Green BeretsSilver wings upon their chestsThese are men, America's bestOne hundred men will test todayBut only three win the Green BeretTrained to live off nature's landTrained to combat hand-to-handMen who fight by night and dayCourage taken from the Green BeretSilver wings upon their

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- David RovicsMy name is John RileyI'll have your ear only a whileI left my dear home in IrelandIt was death, starvation or exileAnd when I got to AmericaIt was my duty to goEnter the Army and slog across TexasTo join in the war against MexicoIt was there in the pueblos and hillsidesThat I saw the mistake I had madePart of a conquering armyWith the morals of a bayonet bladeSo in the midst of

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- Tim MurphyOn a drizzly D.C. morning, in the middle of July,My brother brought me downtown to the Mall;Past the watchful eyes of Lincoln, ‘neath a weeping summer sky,We crossed the street to the little green and visited The Wall.I remember I was nervous then, I guess a little scared,‘Cause I wasn’t sure how I’d react at allTo see the names of the servicemen who’d been recorded there:Who’d heard

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The minstrel boy to the war has gone, In the ranks of death you'll find him; His father's sword he hath girded on, And his wild harp slung behind him; "Land of Song!" cried the warrior bard, "Tho' all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy right shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee!" The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's chain Could not bring that proud soul

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What the time? Nine?Fall in lineAlright, boys, now take it slowAre you ready? Steady!Very good, Eddie.Over the top, let's goQuiet, lie it, else you'll start a riotKeep your proper distance, follow 'longCover, brother, and when you see me hoverObey my orders and you won't go wrongThere's a Minenwerfer [German mortar] coming --look out (bang!)Hear that roar (bang!), there's one more (bang!)Stand

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John Brown's body lies a-mold'ring in the grave 3xHis soul goes marching on[Chorus]Glory, Glory! Hallelujah! 3xHis soul is marching onHe captured Harper's Ferry with his nineteen men so trueHe frightened old Virginia till she trembled through and throughThey hung him for a traitor, themselves the traitor crewHis soul is marching on[Chorus]John Brown died that the slave might be free, 3xBut his

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Come, all you brave Americans,And unto me give ear,I'll sing you now a dittyThat will your spirits cheer,Concerning a young gentlemanWho came from Tarrytown,Where he met a British officer,A man of high renown.Then up spoke this young hero,Young Paulding was his name;'0 tell us where you're going, sir,And also whence you came.''I bear the British flag, sir,'Up answered bold André,'I have a pass

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- Rudyard KiplingTake up the White Man's burden--Send forth the best ye breed--Go bind your sons to exileTo serve your captives' need;To wait in heavy harness,On fluttered folk and wild--Your new-caught, sullen peoples,Half-devil and half-child.Take up the White Man's burden--In patience to abide,To veil the threat of terrorAnd check the show of pride;By open speech and simple,An hundred times

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- Barry MacguireThe eastern world it tis explodin',violence flarin', bullets loadin',you're old enough to kill but not for votin',you don't believe in war, what's that gun you're totin',and even the Jordan river has bodies floatin',but you tell me over and over and over again my friend,ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.Don't you understand, what I'm trying to say?Can't you see

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- Billy JoelHarry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie RaySouth Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggioJoe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, televisionNorth Korea, South Korea, Marilyn MonroeRosenbergs, H-Bomb, Sugar Ray, PanmunjomBrando, "The King and I", and "The Catcher in the Rye"Eisenhower, vaccine, England's got a new queenMarciano, Liberace, Santayana goodbyeCHORUSWe didn't start the

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- REMThat's great, it starts with an earthquake,birds and snakes, an aeroplane -Lenny Bruce is not afraid.Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn -world serves its own needs, don't misserve your own needs.Feed it up a knock, speed, grunt no, strength no.Ladder structure clatter with fear of height, down height.Wire in a fire, represent the seven games in a government for hireand a combat

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C F C G7 C G E7 Am Am Many's the time I've been mistaken and many times confused C F C G7 C G C Bo7 Am E7 Am Yes and I've often felt forsaken and certainly misused C9 F G F C F C G G#o7 Am A7 Aw, but I'm alright, I'm alright, I'm just weary to my bones D7 G7

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As I walked forth one morninge,By one place that pleased mee,Wherin I heard a wandering wight,Sais, Christopher White is good companye.I drew me neere, and very neere,Till I was as neere se neere cold bee;Loth I was her councell to discreene,Because I wanted companye.'Say on, say on, thou well faire mayd,Why makest then moane soe heauilye?'Sais, All is for one wandering wight,Is banished forth

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- Garth BrooksOh, the snowflakes fell in silenceOver Belleau Wood that nightFor a Christmas truce had been declaredBy both sides of the fightAs we lay there in our trenchesThe silence broke in twoBy a German soldier singingA song that we all knewThough I did not know the languageThe song was "Silent Night"Then I heard my buddy whisper,"All is calm and all is bright"Then the fear and doubt

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Oh my name is Francis Tolliver, I come from LiverpoolTwo years ago the war was waiting for me after schoolFrom Belgium and to Flanders, Germany to hereI fought for King and country I love dear.Twas Christmas in the trenches and the frost so bitter hungThe frozen fields of France where still no Christmas songs were sungOur families back in England were toasting us that dayThere brave and glorious

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by Will CareltonThe name "Poor House" has always had an unhappy connotation. People who had been accustomed to personally caring for their old and sick, felt a sense of shame if it became necessary to abandon them to someone else's care. As well, folks who entered the poor house system, felt shamed and abandoned, as shown in the following poem published in 1927.Over the hill to the poor houseI'm

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- by John Kendrick, to the tune of Onward Christian Soldiers Onward, Christian soldiers!Duty's way is plain:Slay your Christian neighbors,Or by them be slain.Pulpiteers are spoutingEffervescent swill,God above is calling youTo rob and rape and kill,All your acts are sanctifiedBy the lamb on high;If you love the Holy Ghost,Go murder, pray and die. 2. Onward, Christian soldiers,Rip and tear and

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Recorded by Led Zeppelin and Leadbelly, but actually a much older folksong called "Gallis Pole."Oh [Gm] hangman hangman [F] slack your rope, [Eb] slack it for a [F] whileI [Gm] think I see my [F] father coming, [Eb] riding many a [F] mileOh [Gm] Father did you bring me [F] silver, [Eb] did you bring me [F] goldOr [Gm] did you come for to [F] see me hang, [Eb] hang from the gallows [F] pole?[Gm]

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[E] Oh Shenandoah, I love your daughter[A] Way-aye, you rolling [E] riverI'll [C#m] take her 'cross yon rolling [E] water[E] A way - we're bound away'cross the [B7] wide [E] Missouri!The Chief disdained the trader's dollars,Way-aye, you rolling riverMy daughter you shall never followA way - we're bound away'cross the wide Missouri!For seven years I courted Sally,Way-aye, you rolling riverFor

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The lyrics refer to the ancient belief that a woman bethroed to a man even following his death. In order to survive him she had to perform specific tasks or solve the riddles he asked her. In this it is similar to other riddle songs such as Scarborough Fair.Cold blows the wind to my true love,And gently drops the rain.I've never had but one true love,And in green-wood he lies slain.I'll do as

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Well who's that a writing? John The RevelatorWho's that a writing? John The RevelatorWho's that a writing? John The RevelatorA book of the seven seals.Tell me what's John a writing? Ask The RevelatorWhat's John a writing? Ask The RevelatorWhat's John a writing? Ask The RevelatorA book of the seven seals.Now who art worthy, crucified and holyBound up for some, Son of our GodDaughter of Zion,

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As I was a-walking down by St. James' Hospital,I was a-walking down by there one day,What should I spy but one of my comradesAll wrapped up in flannel though warm was the day.I asked him what ailed him, I asked him what failed him,I asked him the cause of all his complaint."It's all on account of some handsome young woman,'Tis she that has caused me to weep and lament."And had she but told me

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