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SCRATCH BAND

TUNES in Eb

OCTOBER 2003

COLLECTED BY PAUL BARBER-RILEY

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INDEX Advance Australia Fair............................ 117, 118 African Swallow ............................................ 66 After the Ball ................................................ 23 Alexander's Ragtime Band............................... 84 All For My Grog............................................142 All my trials.................................................135 Alnwick Castle.............................................. 30 And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda..............117 Andrew's Polka............................................. 44 Angels we have heard on high.........................170 Anniversary Waltz ........................................115 Another Fall of Rain......................................... 1 Are You Lonesome Tonight?............................ 27 Arrivaderci Roma.........................................102 Ash Grove..................................................129 Ashokan Farewell.......................................... 21 Athol Highlanders.......................................... 54 Auld Lang Syne...........................................115 Away in a Manger.........................................170 Baby Face.................................................110 Ballade Irlandaise.........................................124 Banana boat Song........................................105 Barren Rocks of Aden.................................... 79 Barrett's Half Century ..................................... 55 Basil Cosgrove's ........................................... 97 Battle Hymn of the Republic............................. 98 Battle of Jerico.............................................137 Beer Barrel Polka.......................................... 18 Belfast Almanac ............................................ 56 Berkshire Tragedy ........................................129 Billy of Tea................................................... 19 Black Velvet Band........................................142 Blarney Pilgrim ............................................. 50 Blaydon Races ............................................... 7 Blind Mary ..................................................121 Blue Moon..................................................106 Bluebell Polka............................................... 43 Bobby Shaftoe........................................... 7, 73 Bodmin Riding March..................................... 14 Boll Weevil..................................................135 Bonnie Kate................................................. 12 BONNY BREAST KNOT ................................. 79 Bonny Doon................................................. 19 Botany Bay .................................................. 28 Boulavogue.................................................. 28 Boy's Lament for His Dragan............................ 87 Bride's Favorite............................................. 57 Brighton Camp.............................................. 45 British Grenadiers.......................................... 79 Bye Bye Blackbird........................................110 Caddam Wood............................................. 71 Calypso Carol..............................................184 Can Can..................................................... 68 Can Can..................................................... 69 Careless Love.............................................. 72 Carneval di Venezia......................................104 Carolan's Concerto.......................................120 Carolan's draught.........................................119 Catalpa......................................................... 6 CHAIN DOUBLE QUADRILLE.......................... 67 Charles Lynch.............................................. 24 Chase me Charlie in G................................... 78 Cherry Tree Carol.........................................185 Chicken dance.............................................113 Christmas Day .............................................184 Church St...................................................... 4 Cindy.........................................................138 Clare Jig ....................................................... 7 Clare Jig ..................................................... 73 Clementine.................................................136 Click Go the Shears.............................. 11, 34,96 Cock O' the North in D.................................... 78 Cock o' the North........................................... 59 Cock of the North in G.................................... 78 Coconut woman...........................................105 Colleen....................................................... 59 Colleen......................................................... 8 COLONIALS QUADRILLE............................... 68 Columbus's Sword......................................... 71 Coming in on a Wing...................................... 72 Coming 'Round the Mountain..........................136 Copper Kettle..............................................134 Corn Rigs .................................................... 64 Cornish Floral Dance...................................... 80

Cosgrove's Schottiche.................................... 97 Cruising Down the River in G........................... 25 Cruising Down the River.................................. 26 Cuckoo is a Pretty Bird..................................133 Cuckoo Waltz............................................... 24 CUMBERLAND REEL.................................... 53 Cumberland Reel .......................................... 53 Cunnamulla Stocking Jig................................. 56 Daisy Daisy in F........................................... 26 Daisy Daisy in G........................................... 25 Danny Boy ..................................................143 Darling Clementine.......................................100 Dashing White Sergeant ................................. 12 Davy Nicknack................................................ 5 Day Trip to Bangor........................................139 Deck the Halls .............................................171 Dennis Murphys.............................................. 5 Devil Among the Taylors ................................. 56 Dicey Reilly.................................................143 Didn't He Ramble.......................................... 72 Ding Dong Merrily on High..............................171 Dingle Regatta................................................ 7 Dirty Old Town.............................................144 Do You Hear the People Sing?......................... 88 Donkey Riding.............................................. 12 Donna Donna..............................................133 D'Oro Waltz ................................................. 31 Dorset Four Hand Reels.................................. 70 Dorsetshire Hornpipe..................................... 93 Down at the Old Bull and Bush......................... 27 Down By The Riverside..................................110 Down by the Sally Gardens.............................144 Down in the Valley ........................................137 Drops of Brandy ............................................ 60 Drover's Dream............................................. 11 Drovers Dream ............................................. 34 Drowsy Maggie............................................. 63 Drunken Sailor.............................................132 Early in the Morning...................................... 87 Early One Morning........................................132 Edelweiss.................................................... 32 Endearing Young Charms................................ 20 Euabalong Ball ............................................. 28 Fairy dance................................................125 Father O'Flynn.............................................. 13 Father's Polka.............................................. 44 Fathom The Bowl.........................................130 Fiddler's Green............................................145 Fields of Athenry ..........................................145 Fiery Clock Fyece............................................ 6 Finnegan's Wake..........................................146 First Noel....................................................172 Flossy O'Toole.............................................. 33 Flowers of Edinburgh..................................... 74 Flying Pieman.......................................... 47, 48 Foggy Dew .................................................131 Foggy Foggy Dew ........................................132 For He's a Jolly Good Fellow ...........................115 For Ireland I'd not tell her Name.......................122 Forty Pound Float............................................ 2 Four Sister's................................................. 41 Foxhunter.................................................... 60 Galway Bay................................................147 Garryowen................................................... 47 German Waltz 1............................................ 30 Girl I Left Behind Me................................. 45, 77 Girl With the Blue Dress on............................ 4, 8 Glory Shines ................................................ 73 Go to the Devil and Shake Yourself ................... 57 God Defend New Zealand..............................118 God Rest You Merry Gentlemen......................172 God Save the King........................................118 Good Christian Men Rejoice............................173 Good King Wensleslas ..................................173 Goodnight Sweetheart.................................... 42 Grand Old Duke of York.................................. 85 Grandfathers Clock.......................................... 5 Great Storm is Over......................................134 Gypsy Rover...............................................147 Hackett's Schottiche...................................... 97 Happy Birthday ............................................116 Happy Wanderer..........................................135 Hark! The Herald Angels Sing.........................174

Harper's Frolick............................................. 12 Harvest Moon Schottische............................... 96 Haste to the Wedding..................................... 49 Haymaker's.................................................... 9 HEDLAND SCRATCH BAND SETS..................... 1 Heel and Toe Polka....................................... 13 Herb's Jig.................................................... 47 Hogmanay ................................................... 51 Hokey Pokey ...............................................114 Holly and the Ivy..........................................174 Holy Ground................................................148 Home On The Range....................................100 Homecoming................................................ 33 House of ther Rising Sun................................. 99 Hull's Victory ................................................ 76 Hundred Pipers........................................ 78, 83 I Belong to Glasgow....................................... 27 I Know Where I'm Going................................149 I Never Will Marry.........................................128 I Still Call Australia Home...............................117 If You Knew Susie......................................... 18 If You're Irish Come into the Parlour.............16, 169 I'll Take You Home Again Kathleen...................149 I'll Tell My Ma............................................... 13 I'll Tell My Ma..............................................149 I'm a Rover Seldom Sober..............................150 I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas ...................175 Irish Rover..................................................150 Irish Stew .................................................... 46 Irish Washerwoman....................................... 13 Island in the Sun..........................................105 It's a Long Way to Tipparary.......................15, 151 I've Got A Lovely Bunch of Cocoanuts................ 17 Jack Broke Da Prison Door............................. 65 Jacob's Ladder............................................129 Jamaica Farewell .........................................105 Jambalaya................................................... 99 Jenny Lind polkas.......................................... 44 Jingle Bells .................................................175 Jockey to the Fair.......................................... 58 John Brown's Body ..................................73, 136 John of Paris................................................ 58 John Peel.................................................... 86 Joy to the World...........................................176 Jug of Punch...............................................151 Keel Row.................................................... 75 Kelly the Boy From Killanne ............................. 81 Kelvin Grove...............................................123 Kesh Jig...................................................... 48 Kesh.......................................................... 49 Kilgary Mountain..........................................166 King of the Fairies ........................................125 Kumbaya....................................................130 La Cucaracha.............................................103 La Russe..................................................... 75 La Va......................................................... 95 Lament on the Death of Rev. Archie Beaton........122 Last Night I Had the Strangest Dream ...............116 Lazy Harry's................................................... 2 Leaving of Liverpool.................................14, 152 Lest We Forget............................................116 Let Me Call You Sweetheart............................. 23 Levi Jackson...............................................101 Liberty Bell................................................... 55 Life is All Chequered...................................... 46 Life on the Ocean Wave.................................. 59 Lilliburlero.................................................... 59 Lincolnshire Poacher........................................ 8 Little Brown Jug............................................ 44 Little Drummer Boy .......................................176 Loch Lomond................................................. 5 Londonderry Air ...........................................143 Long Black Veil............................................131 Long Long Trail............................................130 Lord of the Dance.......................................... 86 Louisburg ...................................................... 9 Love is a Beautiful Song.................................. 27 Love is Teasin'.............................................152 Loveliest Night of the Year............................... 26 MacPherson's Lament..................................126 Maggie May ................................................153 Maids When You're Young.............................153 Mairi's Wedding...........................................154

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Mama Don't Allow.......................................... 72 Manchester Galop ......................................... 77 Manchester hornpipe...................................... 94 Marble Halls................................................108 March of the King of Laoise............................. 86 Margaret's waltz ............................................ 24 Marie's Wedding........................................... 73 Marino Waltz...............................................124 Mary Hamilton.............................................133 Mary's Boy Child ..........................................178 McNamara's Band......................................... 16 Men of Harlech............................................. 79 Merrily Kiss the Quaker.............................. 50, 61 Merry Blacksmith........................................... 63 Mexican Hat dance.......................................113 Michael Row the Boat Ashore..........................137 Midnight Special...........................................138 Milord........................................................140 Minstrel Boy ......................................... 122, 154 Minuet from Berenice....................................141 Miss Kate Rusby ..........................................127 MODERN DANCE........................................109 Molly Malone...............................................155 Monk's March............................................... 86 Moreton Bay ................................................ 28 Mountains of Mourne.....................................156 Mr Hitler...................................................... 82 Mrs Grace Bowie........................................... 51 Muckin' ......................................................... 9 Mudgee Schottiche........................................ 41 Mudgee Schottische....................................... 96 Munster Cloak .............................................. 33 My Old Man................................................. 15 No Hiding Place Down There..........................137 No Nay Never..............................................168 No title........................................................ 69 O Come All Ye Faithful .................................177 O Little Town of Bethlehem.............................177 O Sole Mio..................................................104 O Suzannah................................................. 98 O'Brien's Jig................................................. 57 Oh Dear What Can the Matter Be?.................... 58 Oh Johnny Oh Johnny Oh! .............................111 Oh You Beautiful Doll....................................111 Old Joe Clark ............................................... 98 Old Legacy .................................................... 7 Old Orange Flute..........................................157 Old Palmer's Song........................................... 1 On Christmas Night.......................................178 On Top of Old Smoky....................................136 Once in Royal David's City..............................177 Onward Christian Soldiers..............................116 Orotaba Waltz .............................................. 29 Our God our help in Ages Past........................116 Over The Rainbow........................................107 Oyster Girl..................................................... 9 Pack up your Troubles................................... 15 Perfect Cure................................................... 6 Pick a Bale of Cotton.....................................135 Pinch of Snuff............................................... 62 Pine Tree Flat Barn Dance.............................. 97 Pirate Chorus ............................................... 89 Plaisir d'Amour............................................. 24 Planxty George Brabazon...............................119 Planxty Hewlett............................................119 Planxty Irwin................................................ 20 Pokare Kare Ana..........................................130 Port Hedland Carol .......................................182 Portsmouth.................................................. 79 Princess Royal.............................................. 77 Put your Little Foot......................................... 95 Puttin' On the Style.......................................138 Quartermaster's Stores.................................. 17 Rachel Rae................................................125 Raglan Road................................................ 81 Rakes Mallow ............................................... 12 Rakes of Mallow.............................................. 2 Rare Oul' Times...........................................158 Rattlin' Bog .................................................... 5 Red River Valley ................................... 100, 136 Red Wing.................................................... 68 Reedy River................................................123 Reel De Montreal .......................................... 76 Reilly's Daughter..........................................159

Repasz....................................................... 85 Resting Chair ..............................................126 Rickett's hornpipe.......................................... 94 Ride a Cock horse to Banbury Cross.................. 58 Rights of Man............................................... 94 Rising of the Moon........................................159 Roaring Jelly ................................................ 55 Robbie Hobkirk's........................................... 44 Rock around the Clock..................................113 Rocky Road To Dublin.................................... 60 Roddy McCorley......................................... 1, 81 Roisin Dubh with ornamentation.......................127 Roisin Dubh................................................127 Roll out the Barrel.......................................... 18 Rose of Aranmore......................................... 19 Rose of Tralee.............................................160 Rose Tree..................................................... 3 Roxburgh Castle........................................... 90 Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer.......................179 Rum Rebellion.............................................. 47 Saddle the Pony ...................................... 46, 49 Sail Away Ladies..........................................137 Sailor.........................................................106 Sally Gardens............................................... 64 Sally Sloane's .............................................. 95 Santa Lucia.................................................103 Sash My Father Wore....................................160 Scarborough Fair .........................................128 Scarterglen.................................................. 67 Scotland the Brave.......................................... 6 Scottish Wood .............................................. 33 SET DANCE: EVENING THREE STEP.............. 55 SET DANCE: VIRGINIA REEL......................... 73 Seventy Ninth Highlander's farewell to Gibraltar.... 82 Seventy Six Trombones .................................. 83 Shady Grove...............................................128 Shandon Bells .............................................. 46 Ship Ahoy.................................................... 17 Shoals of Herring.........................................128 Si Beg Si Mor ..............................................125 Silent Night.................................................179 Silv er Spear................................................. 76 Silver Threads Among the Gold.......................107 Smash Windows........................................... 49 Soldier's Joy................................................. 74 South Wind.................................................. 20 Spanish Lady .......................................... 3, 161 Spanish Waltz .............................................. 30 Speed the plough.......................................... 66 Spey in Spate............................................... 65 St Anne's Reel.............................................. 62 St Anthony ..................................................... 5 St Mary's....................................................... 4 Star of the County Down................................162 Stars up above............................................123 Staten Island................................................ 74 Steam Boat.................................................. 90 Strangers in the Night....................................107 Streets of London.........................................139 STRIP THE WILLOW..................................... 54 Susanna Suzanna......................................... 98 Swallow's Nest ............................................. 49 Sweet Jenny Jones.......................................131 Sweet Rosie O' Grady in D.............................. 25 Sweet Rosie O' Grady .................................... 26 Tempest................................................... 4, 8 Tennessee waltz........................................... 25 THADY THOU GANDER................................. 49 That Big Rock Candy Mountain........................101 That's Amore...............................................102 There But For Fortune...................................134 There's a Tavern in the Town........................... 15 Three Drovers .............................................183 Tie a Yellow Ribbon......................................139 Tobin's Favourite........................................... 56 Today ......................................................... 32 Tom Blackman's............................................ 19 Tom Dooley ................................................101 Too Young..................................................106 Toss the Feathers......................................... 75 Town I Loved So Well....................................163 Traveller...................................................... 65 Trip to Bavaria.............................................. 71 Tripping Upstairs........................................... 48 Turkey in the Straw ........................................ 62 Twist.........................................................113

VARSOVIENNA........................................... 95 Villikins and his Dinah....................................157 VIRGINIA REEL............................................ 72 Walkin' My Baby Back Home..........................112 Walter Bulwer#2............................................ 70 Walter Bulwer's Polkas ................................... 43 Waltz for Mr & Mrs Lysons............................... 31 Waltzing Matilda Buderim................................ 11 Waltzing Matilda Cowra.................................. 11 Waltzing Matilda............................................ 34 Wangaratta waltz .......................................... 31 WASHINGTON POST.................................... 55 Waves of Tory ............................................ 2, 3 Waxies' Dargle............................................164 We Shall Not Be Moved.................................. 72 We Three Kings of Orient Are..........................180 We Wish You a Merry Christmas......................181 Wearing of the Green..................................... 87 Welsh Rabbit...............................................123 When I Grow Too Old To dream ....................... 23 When Irish Eyes are Smiling......................32, 164 When the Red Red Robin...............................111 When the Saints............................................ 99 When You and I Were Young Maggie................165 Where Have All the Flowers Gone?................... 99 While Shepherds Watched Their Flocks.............180 Whiskey in the Jar ........................................166 White Cliffs of Dover...................................... 42 Wild Colonial Boy ....................................28, 167 Wild Rover..................................................168 Willafjord..................................................... 63 WILLOW TREE............................................. 50 Wiltshire Six Hand Reel.................................. 70 Wind That Shakes the Barley ........................... 66 Winster Gallop.................................... 53, 70, 77 Winster Processional...................................... 83 Wish Me Luck as you Wave Me Goodbye........... 42 With a Shillelagh Under My Arm........................ 16 Woodcutter's Jig............................................ 10 Worried Man Blues .......................................100 Yankee Doodle............................................ 98 Yarmouth Reel.............................................. 67 Yellow Rose Of Texas...................................100 You Are My Sunshine..................................... 17 You! You! You! ............................................106

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1HEDLAND SCRATCH BAND SETS

1. MEDLEY: Another Fall of Rain, The Old Palmer’s Song, Roddy McCorley.Another Fall of Rain

44

E A E B7 E A

.4 ^4 .5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .3 .3 [^3] [3 .3 .3] .3 .3 .3 .4 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 − .4 ^4 .5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .3 .3 [^3]

E B7 E Ahorus A E B7

.2 .3 ^3 .4 .5 .4 .3 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 − .3 .3 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^5 ^5 ^5 ^5 .5 .5 .4 .5 .2 .3 .3 .3 .4 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 − .5

E A E B7 E

.5 .5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .3 .3 [^3] .2 .3 ^3 .4 .5 .4 .3 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 −

The Old Palmer’s Song.

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B E B E F#7 B

.5 .3 .3 .4 .5 .6 .6 .6 .6 ^7 .7 .6 .6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .5 .5 .3 .3 .4 .5 .6 .6 .6 .6 ^7

E B F# B

.7 .6 .6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 .3 .3 .3 .5

Roddy McCorley (Celts to Cobbers)

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E A B E A E C#m A E F#m

.3 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 .2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 [3 .3] [^3] .3 .3 ^3 .3 − .4 ^4 .5 .5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3

B7 E A G#m C#m F#m B7 E E E A B7 E

− .4 ^4 .5 .5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 − .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 .2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 [3 .3] [^3] .3 .3 ^3 .3

1 2

.3 .3 ^3 .3

Maggie May

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B E B F#7 B A

.4 ^4 .5 .5 .5 .5 .4 .3 .3 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^5 ^5 .5 .5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^3 .5 .5 .4 .3 .4 .5 .3 .3 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^5 ^5

F#7 B E B F#7 B

.5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .6 .6 ^5 ^5 ^5 ^5 .6 .6 .6 .5 .5 .4 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^3 .5 .5 .4 .3 .4 .5 ^5 ^5

E F#7 B1 2

^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^5 ^5 ^5 .5 .5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .6 .3

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B E B C#7 F#7 E B

.3 .4 .5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 .4 .5 .5 .3

E B F#7 B F#7 B

^4 .5 ^5 .5 .6 .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^7 ^6 .6 .5 .5 ^4 .4 .3 ^3 ^2 .3 .3 .4 .5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4

C#7 F#7 B E F#7 B B

.5 .4 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .6 ^6 ^5 .6 .5 ^4 .4 .3 ^3 ^2 .3

3. MEDLEY: Forty Pound Float, Rakes of Mallow, Waves of ToryForty Pound Float (John Ryan’s)

44

B E B B E B F# B E B B F#7 B

.6 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .4 .6 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .6 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 .6 .6 ^7

B E B B F# B E B F# B B1 2

.7 .6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 .6 .5 .6 .7 .6 .7 .8 ^8 .7 .6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 .6 .6 .6

Rakes of Mallow (Walls of Limerick)

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E B E A B E

.3 .4 .3 .4 .3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 ^3 ^2 ^3 ^2 ^3 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .3 .4 .3 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 ^4 .4 .3 .3

E B E A B E

.6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 ^4 .4 .3 .3

Waves of Tory (Grand Old Dame Britannia)

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B F# B F# B D#m E F#7 B B

^5 ^6 .6 .5 .4 .5 .6 .6 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^8 .8 .7 ^8 ^7 .6 ^6 .5 .4 ^4 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .3 .3 .7 .7 .7 .7 .7

E B C#m F# B F# B D#m E F# B

^8 ^8 ^8 .7 .7 .7 .7 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 .7 ^8 ^7 .6 ^6 .5 .4 ^4 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .3 .3

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34. MEDLEY: Waves Of Tory, Spanish Lady, Rose TreeWaves of Tory

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B F# B F# B D#m E F#7 B

^5 ^6 .6 .5 .4 .5 .6 .6 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^8 .8 .7 ^8 ^7 .6 ^6 .5 .4 ^4 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .3 .3

B E B C#m F# B F# B D#m E F# B

.7 .7 .7 .7 .7 ^8 ^8 ^8 .7 .7 .7 .7 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 .7 ^8 ^7 .6 ^6 .5 .4 ^4 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .3 .3

Spanish Lady

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B E B F# B E B F#

.5 ^4 .4 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 .7 .6 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 .7 .6 ^5 .5 .5

B F# B E B F#

.7 .8 .8 ^9 .8 .7 ^7 .6 .6 ^7 .7 .8 .8 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 .8 .8 ^9 .8 .7 ^7 .6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 .7 .6 ^5 .5 .5

Rose Tree

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3B B F#7 B G#m C#m F#7 B B D#m

.7 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .4 .5 .6 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 ^7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .4 .5

3G#m F#7 B B B C#m F#7 B B D#m

.6 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 .6 .6 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 ^9 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 ^9 ^9 .8 ^9 ^7 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .4 .5

G#m F#7 B

.6 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 .6 .6

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45. MEDLEY: The Tempest, Girl With the Blue Dress onTempest, The (Wiltshire Tempest)

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B B F#7 B F#7 B F# G#m f# C#m F#7 B F#7 B

.5 .6 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .7 .6 .6 ^7 .6 ^7 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 .8 .6 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .7 .6 .6 ^7 .6 ^7 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .7 ^8 .8 .7 .7 .6

E F#7 B C#7 F#7 B F# G#m f# C#m F#7 B F#7 B E B

^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .7 ^8 .8 .7 .7 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .5 .6 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .7 .6 .6 ^7 .6 ^7 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .5 .6 .7 .8 .7 ^9 ^8 .8 .7

C#m C#7 F#7 B C#m C#7 F#7 B F#7 B F#7

^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 ^6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .7 .8 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^8 ^7 ^6 .5 .6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 ^6 .5 .6 .7 .8 .7 ^8 ^7 ^6 .5

B F#7 B F#7 F#7 B

.6 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 .7 .6 .7 .8 .7 ^8 ^7 ^6 .5 ^8 ^7 ^6 .5 .6 .6

The Girl With the Blue Dress on

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E B7 E B7 E B7 E B7 E

.4 ^4 .5 .4 .5 ^4 ^3 ^4 .4 .3 .3 ^2 .3 .4 ^3 ^2 ^2 [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 .3 .3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .5 ^4 ^3 ^4 .4 .3 .3 ^2 .3 .4

B7 E E A B7 E B E A B7 E

^3 ^2 ^2 [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 .3 .3 .5 .3 .4 .5 .6 ^6 ^6 ^5 ^5 .2 ^2 ^3 ^6 ^5 ^5 .5 .5 .3 .4 .5 .6 ^6 ^6 ^5 ^5 .6 ^6 ^7 ^5 ^6 .6

6. MEDLEY: St Mary’s, Church St, Girl With The Blue Dress On.Saint Mary’s

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E B E B

.3 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3 .3] .3 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .4 ^3

3

E E E B E B1 2

.3 .3 [3 ^3] ^2 .3 .3 ^3 .4 .5 .6 .5 .4 .5 .6 .5 .4 .5 .6 ^5 ^6 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .4

3

E E1 2

.3 .3 ^3 .3 .3 [3 ^3] ^2

Church Street

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E A B E E A

.5 ^4 .4 .3 [3 .3] [^3] ^4 ^4 ^3 .4 ^4 [^3] ^2 [^3] .2 .5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .3 [3 .3] [^3] ^4 ^4 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 [3 ^3] ^2

B B E A E B E1 2 1

.3 .4 .3 .5 ^4 .3 .4 .3 .4 .5 .6 .6 ^6 ^6 ^4 ^5 ^5 ^5 .5 .5 .4 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .5 ^5 ^6

E B E2

.3 .6 ^6 ^7 .6 .6

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57. MEDLEY: Dennis Murphys, St Anthony, Rattlin’ Bog, Davy Nicknack, Grandfathers Clock, Loch LomondDennis Murphy’s polka

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B E F# B E F#

.7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 .3 .4 .5 ^4 ^3 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 ^5 .5 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 .3 .4 .5 ^4 ^3 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 .6 ^6 ^5

B E B F# B E B F# B

.5 .7 .7 ^7 .7 .5 ^8 ^8 .7 ^8 .5 .7 .7 ^7 .7 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 .5 .7 .7 ^7 .7 .5 ^8 ^8 .7 ^8 .8 ^9 .8 ^8 ^7 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 .6

Pat Horgan’s #1 (St Anthony’s)

44

B E F#7 B E F# B C#m

.3 .4 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^7 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 ^7 ^5 ^7 ^5 ^7 ^5 ^5 ^6

B C#m E B C#m

.6 .5 .6 .5 .6 .5 .5 ^5 ^7 ^5 ^7 ^5 ^7 ^5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 ^3

Rattlin’ Bog

44

E A E F#7 B7 E A E F#7 E1 2

^3 .4 .4 ^3 .3 [^3 ^3] .3 .2 .3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 .4 ^3 .3 [^3 ^3] .3 .2 .5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .3 ^3 .3

E B7 E B7 E F#7 B7 E B7 E B7 E

.4 .3 ^3 .3 .4 .3 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .3 ^3 .3 .4 .3 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3

Davey davey nick−nack

44

E B7 E

.3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 .4 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 ^3 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 .4 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 .4

B7 E E B7 E

.5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .3 .4 ^4 .5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .6 .6 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 ^3 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 ^3 .5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .6 .6 .5

B7 E

.5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .3

Grandfather Clock

E B E A E B E A E1 2

.2 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^5 .4 [^3] ^3 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3] ^2 .3 .2 .3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3] .3 [^3] .3

B7 E B7 E

.5 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] .3 ^3 .2 .3 ^3 .4 .4 .4 ^5 .4 [^3] ^3 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3] ^2 .3 .5 .6 .5 .5 .4 .4 .5 .4 .5 .4 .5 .6 .5 .5 .4 .4 .5

B7 E A E B7

.4 .5 .4 .5 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^5 ^7 ^7 .6 ^6 .6

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44

E A B7 E A B7 C#m E F#m B7 E

.2 .3 .3 ^3 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 [^3 .3 ^3 ^3] .3 .3 .3 .3 .4 .5 ^5 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 ^5 .5 .4 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 [^3 .3 .3] .3 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4

B7

^3 .3

8. Scotland the Brave

44

E E A E F#7 B7 E A

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E A E B7 E B7 E F#7 B7 F#7

.6 .5 .4 .3 ^4 ^5 ^4 .4 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^6 .6 ^7 ^7 ^7 ^7 ^6 .5 .6 .7 ^7 .6 .5 .4 .3 .6 .6 .6 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .6 ^6 ^5

B7 E A E A E B7 E

.5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 .3 .4 .5 .6 .6 ^6 .6 .5 .4 .3 ^4 ^5 ^4 .4 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 .3

9. MEDLEY: Fiery Clock Fyece, Perfect Cure, CatalpaFiery Clock Fyece

86

.5 .6 .6 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 (^4) ^6 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 ^6 .6 .6 .6 ^7

.7 .7 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .1 .7 .7 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6

The Perfect Cure

86

.5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 .3 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 .3 .4 ^3 ^3 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 .3 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .6 ^7

.7 ^7 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .5 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6

Rosin the Beau, Catalpa)

86

E E A C#m B E E A E B7 E

.3 ^2 .3 .4 ^3 .3 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .4 .3 .3 ^3 .4 [^3 ^3 .3] .3 ^2 .3 .4 ^3 .3 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3

E B7 A E C#m B E E A E B7 E

.5 .4 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .3 ^3 .4 [^3 ^3 .3] .3 ^2 .3 .4 ^3 .3 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3

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710. MEDLEY: Dingle Regatta, Blaydon Races, Clare Jig, Old Legacy, Bobby ShaftoeDingle Regatta

86

E B E B E

.4 ^4 .5 [^6] .5 ^5 .5 .4 [^1] .4 .5 .4 ^3 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^4 .5 [^6] .5 ^5 .5 .4 [^1] .4 .5 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 −

B B E B E B E B B7 E E

.5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 ^7 ^7 .6 ^7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .6 .7 .6 .5 .6 .5

B E B E B E

.4 .5 .4 .3 .4 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 [3 ^3] ^2 .3 .4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .7 .6 .5 .6 .5 ^2 .3 ^3 [3 ^3] ^2 .6 .7 .6 .5 .6 .5 .3 −

Blaydon Races

86

E B7 E A E B F#7 B B7 E

.2 .3 ^2 .3 ^2 .3 .3 .3 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 .4 .3 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 − .3 .2 .3 .3 .3 .3 .3 .3 .3

B7 E A E B B7 E B7 E

^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 .4 .3 .3 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 .4 .4 .4 .5 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .4 ^4 .5 − .4 .3 − .3 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 .4 .3 −

A E B F#7 B E B7 E A E B

^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .2 − [3 .3] .3 .3 .3 .3 .3 .3 .3 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 .4 .3 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 .4 .4 .5 .5

B7 E

.5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3

Clare Jig

86

E B B E

^3 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .4 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .4 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .3

E B A E E B A E E B E

.6 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 .6 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .3

Old Legacy

86

E A E

.2 .3 ^3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] ^2 .3 .2 .3 ^3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 .4 ^3 .3

A E A E A E A E

[^3] ^2 .3 .3 .4 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .4 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 .5 .4 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 [^3] ^2 .3

Bobby Shaftoe

44

E A E B7 E A E B7 E E

.2 .3 .3 .3 ^4 .4 .5 .4 .3 [3 .3 .3] .3 ^2 ^3 ^2 .2 .3 .3 .3 ^4 .4 .5 .4 .3 ^3 ^4 ^3 ^2 .3 .3 .4 .5 .4 .3 .4 .5 .4

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B7 E B7 E

^3 ^4 ^3 ^2 ^3 ^4 ^3 .4 .5 .4 .3 .4 .5 .4 ^3 ^4 ^3 ^2 .3 .3

11. MEDLEY: The Tempest, Girl With the Blue Dress onTempest, The (Wiltshire Tempest)

42

B B F#7 B F#7 B F# G#m f# C#m F#7 B F#7 B

.5 .6 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .7 .6 .6 ^7 .6 ^7 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 .8 .6 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .7 .6 .6 ^7 .6 ^7 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .7 ^8 .8 .7 .7 .6

E F#7 B C#7 F#7 B F# G#m f# C#m F#7 B F#7 B E B

^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .7 ^8 .8 .7 .7 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .5 .6 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .7 .6 .6 ^7 .6 ^7 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .5 .6 .7 .8 .7 ^9 ^8 .8 .7

C#m C#7 F#7 B C#m C#7 F#7 B F#7 B F#7

^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 ^6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .7 .8 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^8 ^7 ^6 .5 .6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 ^6 .5 .6 .7 .8 .7 ^8 ^7 ^6 .5

B F#7 B F#7 F#7 B

.6 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 .7 .6 .7 .8 .7 ^8 ^7 ^6 .5 ^8 ^7 ^6 .5 .6 .6

The Girl With the Blue Dress on

44

E B7 E B7 E B7 E B7 E

.4 ^4 .5 .4 .5 ^4 ^3 ^4 .4 .3 .3 ^2 .3 .4 ^3 ^2 ^2 [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 .3 .3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .5 ^4 ^3 ^4 .4 .3 .3 ^2 .3 .4

B7 E E A B7 E B E A B7 E

^3 ^2 ^2 [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 .3 .3 .5 .3 .4 .5 .6 ^6 ^6 ^5 ^5 .2 ^2 ^3 ^6 ^5 ^5 .5 .5 .3 .4 .5 .6 ^6 ^6 ^5 ^5 .6 ^6 ^7 ^5 ^6 .6

12. MEDLEY: Lincolnshire Poacher, ColleenThe Lincolnshire Poacher

= 100

86

B G#m B B B F# B B B B B B B B F# F# B B

.5 .6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .6 .6 ^7 ^6 .6 − .5 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 .7 .6 ^7 .7 .7 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 − .5 .6 ^7 .7 ^8

B B B B F# B B G#m B B B F# B B

.8 .7 .6 ^7 .7 .7 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .5 .6 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 −

Colleen

86

E E B A B F#m B E E E

.2 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .2 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 − .2 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^2 [^3] .2 − .2 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .2

B A E E E E E E E F#m E1 2

^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 − .2 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 ^4 [^3] ^2 .3 .2 .3 .4 ^4 .5 − ^5 .5 − ^5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 ^3 .3 .2

B E B E E E F#m E F#m G#m E

^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^2 .2 .4 ^4 .5 − ^5 .5 − ^5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 ^3 .3 .2 [^3 ^3] ^3 .3 ^2 .5 .5 .5 .5 ^4 [^3] ^2

E E1 2

.3 .4 ^4 .3 −

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86

.4 ^4 .5 .5 .5 .4 ^4 .5 .5 .5 .4 .5 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 ^5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .5 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .5 .5 .4 ^4

1 2

.5 .5 .5 .4 .5 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 ^5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .3 .4 ^3 ^4 ^2 ^3 .3 .4 ^4 .4 ^2 .3 .5 .6 ^6 ^7 .6 .7 .8 ^8 .7

1 2

^7 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .7 .8 .5 .6 ^6 ^7 .6 .7 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .4 ^4 .6 .6

Mucking of Geordie’s Byre

86

B E F# B E F# B

.5 .5 ^5 .5 .5 .4 .5 .6 ^7 .7 .8 ^8 ^7 .7 .6 ^7 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 ^5 .5 .5 .4 .5 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 .7 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 .6 ^7 .7

E B F# B E F# B

^8 ^8 ^8 .8 ^9 .7 .7 .7 ^8 .8 ^7 ^7 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 ^5 .5 .5 .4 .5 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 .7 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 .6

Haymaker’s Jig

86

E A B A E E B7 E

.4 ^4 .5 .5 .5 .4 .5 .6 ^6 .6 .4 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 .5 .5 .5 .4 .5 .6 ^6 .6 .4 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^4 ^3 .3 .3 .4 .5

E A B E E B7 E

.6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .6 .5 .4 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .6 .5 .4 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^4 ^3 .3 −

Oyster Girl (in D)

86

B F# B F# B E B F# B1

.4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 ^2 .2 ^2 .3 ^2 .3 .4 ^3 .4 .5 ^4 ^3 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .6 ^6 ^5 ^4 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .4

B E F# B F# B F#2

.3 .4 .5 .6 .5 .4 ^4 .5 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^4 ^5 ^4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .6 ^6 ^5 ^4 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 .4 ^3

B1 2

.3 .4 .5 .6 .5 .3 .3 .4

Oyster Girl (in G)

86

E B7 E B7 E A E B7 E

.4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 ^2 [3 ^3] ^2 .3 .3 .4 .3 .4 .5 ^4 ^3 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 ^4 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .5 ^4

E A B7 E A E B7 E

.4 ^4 .5 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^4 ^5 .5 ^4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 ^4 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3

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E B7 E A E

.2 .3 .3 .3 .3 .3 .3 .3 ^2 ^2 .3 ^3 .2 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 .4 .5 .5 .5 .4 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^3 .4 .4 .4 .3

B E B E

^3 ^2 .2 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .3

14. Woodcutter’s Jig

86

E B E B E B E B E B E

.7 .6 .6 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .7 .6 .6 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 ^2 .3 .3 .4 .5 .5 ^4 .4

A E B E B E A E B E

^4 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3

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44

E A E B7 E A B7 E

.4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^5 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .6 .6 .6

B7 E A E B7 E A B7

^7 ^7 ^7 ^6 ^7 .6 .7 .6 ^5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^5 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3

E

.3 .6 .6 .6

Waltzing Matilda (Cowra, normal)

44

E B E A E B7 E B E A E

.3 ^3 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .3 [^3] ^2 .3 .2 .3 .4 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 .3 ^3 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .3 [^3] ^2 .3 .2 .3 .4 .5 ^4 .4

B7 E A E B7 E B E A E

^3 ^3 ^3 .3 .5 .5 .5 .5 .4 .6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .3 [^3] ^2 .3 .2 .3 .4 .5 ^4 .4

B E

^3 ^3 ^3 .3

Waltzing Matilda (Buderim)

86

E A E A B C#m B A A

.3 .3 .3 .6 .6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .3 .6 .6 ^5 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .5 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3

E E B E

.3 .3 .3 .6 .6 ^3 .4 ^3 .3

Drover’s Dream, The (The Flash Stockman)

86

B E A E B7 E

.2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 [3 .3] [^3] ^2 .3 [^3] [3 .3] .3 .3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 − [3 .3] .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 [3 .3]

A E B7 E A E

[^3] ^2 .3 [^3] .2 .3 ^3 .4 .4 .4 .3 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^2 .3 − ^3 .4 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .2 .3 .3 .3 ^3

B7 E A E B7 E

.4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 [3 .3] .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 [3 .3] [^3] ^2 .3 [^3] .2 .3 .4 .4 .4 .3 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^2 .3 .3 .2

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42

B F# B F# B F#7

.5 .5 .4 .3 .5 .4 .5 .3 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 .5 .4 .5 .3 .5 .4 .5 .3 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^8 .7 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 ^8

B F#7 B F# B

.7 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^8 .7 .6 ^7 .7 .7 .6 .7 .7 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6

Bonnie Kate

44

E B E A E B1 2

.5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 .5 .5 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .3 .3 ^3 .4 .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .3 .3 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .5 ^5 ^6 ^3

E A E A B E A E B E

.4 .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3 .5 .4 ^5 ^4 ^4 ^5 ^6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3

17. MEDLEY: Dashing White Sergeant, Donkey Riding, Rakes MallowDashing White Sergeant

44

B E F# B E

.4 ^3 .3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .5 .5 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 .4 ^5 ^3 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .5 .5 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^3

F# B F# B F# B E F#

.5 .5 ^5 ^6 ^6 .6 ^7 ^7 ^6 .5 .5 ^5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 ^7 .7 .7 .6 ^5 ^5 ^6 .5 .6 .5 ^7 .5 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4

B E B E F#7 1 2

.4 .6 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 .5 .5 .5 ^5 ^7 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 ^5 ^5 ^5 .5 .6 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 .6 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 .8 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .6

Donkey Riding

44

E E F#m F#m E E E E C#m E F#m F#m

.3 ^3 .4 .4 ^4 ^3 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .4 ^4 ^3 .4 .4 ^3 .5 .5 .3 .3 ^5 .5 ^4 ^4 .5 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^3

C#m E E E

^5 .5 ^4 ^4 .5 .4 .4 ^3 .5 .5 .3 .3

Rakes of Mallow (Walls of Limerick)

44

E B E A B E

.3 .4 .3 .4 .3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 ^3 ^2 ^3 ^2 ^3 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .3 .4 .3 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 ^4 .4 .3 .3

E E B E A B E

.6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 ^4 .4 .3 .3

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42

B E F#7 B B B E F#7 B B bc1 2 1 2

.4 .5 .5 ^4 ^5 ^5 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 .7 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 ^5 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 .6

I’ll Tell My Ma

42

E B E B E E/G#m A/F#m

.3 .2 .3 .4 .4 ^4 .4 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .4 .2 .3 .4 .4 ^4 .4 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .5 .5 .5 .4 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^3

E B E A E B E

.4 .4 .4 .4 .3 ^3 ^2 [^3 .3] .5 .5 .5 .4 ^4 ^4 ^4 .4 .3 .3 ^3 ^2 .3 .3 .3

19. The Irish Washerwoman

86

E F#m E F#m B7

.4 .3 .3 .2 .3 .3 .4 .3 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 ^3 ^2 ^3 ^3 ^4 ^3 ^4 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .3 .3 .2 .3 .3 .4 .3 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 .5 ^4

E E B A E1 2

.4 .3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 .3 .3 .3 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 .5 .6 .5 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .5 ^6 .5 ^6 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .6 .6 .5 .6 .6

A E A B7 E1 2

^4 .6 .6 .4 .6 .6 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 .5 ^4 .4 .3 .3 .3 ^5 ^6 .4 .3 .3 .3 ^3

20. Father O’FlynnThe Top of Cork Road

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B E F# B E F#

.6 .5 .4 .3 .4 .5 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 .6 .7 ^7 ^6 .5 .6 .5 .4 .3 .4 .5 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8

B B F# B F# E B1 2

.7 .6 ^6 .6 .5 .7 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 .7 ^8 .8 ^7 ^6 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 ^7 .6 ^6 .5 .5 .5 (^4) ^5 ^5 .5 ^4 .5 .4 .3 .3 .4 .5

E F# B Variations1 2

.6 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 .6 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .5 .4 .3 .4 .5 ^5 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^7

1 2

.7 ^7 .6 ^7 ^6 .5 .6 .5 .4 .3 .4 .5 ^5 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^6 .6 .5 .7 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 .6 .7 .7 ^8 .8

1

^7 ^6 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 ^7 .6 ^6 .5 .5 .5 (^4) ^5 ^4 ^5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .4 .3 .3 .4 .5 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^6 .6 ^7

2

.6 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 .6 .7 ^8 .7 ^7

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1422. The Leaving of Liverpoolvia PR

42

D D7 G D Bm Em A7 D D7 G D A7

^4 .5 ^5 − .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 ^8 − ^7 .6 ^4 .5 ^5 .6 .6 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 − ^4 .5 ^5 − .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 ^8 − ^7 .6 ^4 .5

D Bm Em A7 D A7 G D A7 D B7 E7 A7 D

^5 .6 .6 ^5 .5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 − .7 ^8 .8 − .7 .6 .7 .8 ^8 − ^7 .6 ^4 .5 ^5 .6 .6 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 .5 − .6 .6 ^6 ^5 − .6

D7 G D A7 D Bm Em A7 D

^6 ^5 .5 ^4 ^8 − ^7 .6 ^4 .5 ^5 .6 .6 ^5 .5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 −

Leaving of Liverpool in D

42

B B7 E B F#7 B G#m C#m F#7 B B7 E B F#7 B G#m C#mF#7 B

F#7 E BF#7 B G#7 C#7 F#7 B B7 E BF#7 B G#m C#mF#7 B

23. Bodmin Riding March

44

B E B F#

.5 .6 .6 .6 .6 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 .7 .7 .7 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 .8 .8 ^9 .8 ^8 ^8 ^8 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^8 .7 ^7

F# B F#7 B

^7 .7 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .8 ^9 .8 ^9 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 ^6 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6

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15GYPSEY TAPS

24. MEDLEY GYPSEY TAP: There’s a Tavern in the Town, It’s a Long Way to Tipparary, Pack up your Troubles, My Old ManThere’s a Tavern in the Town

42

E B7 E A B7

.5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 [^6] .5 .4 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 [^6] .5 ^3 .5 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 ^5 ^6 ^6

E B7 E B7 E A E

^6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 − .5 .5 ^4 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^6 .5 ^4 ^3 .3 .6 .6 .6 .6 .5 .4 .4 ^4 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .5 .5 .5

B7 E A B

^5 .5 [^6] .5 .4 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 [^6] .5 ^3 .5 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .6 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 .6 ^6 ^6 ^6 .5 ^5 ^6

E

.6 .6

It’s a Long Way to Tipperary

44

B B7 E B F#7 B C#7

.4 ^4 .5 .5 − .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .7 − .7 ^7 .6 ^5 − .6 .5 − ^4 .4 ^4 .5 .5 − .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .7 − ^6 .6 ^7 ^5

F#7 B E D#7 F#7 B E B

^6 .6 ^7 − .4 ^4 .5 .5 − .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .7 − .7 ^8 ^5 .6 ^7 .7 − .6 ^7 .7 .7 .7 .6 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 .6 ^7

C#7 F#7 B

.7 .6 − ^7 .6 −

Pack Up Your Troubles

44

B B7 E B F#7 B C#7

.4 ^4 .5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 .7 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 − .4 ^4 .5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 .7 .6 .6 ^7 ^5 ^6 .6

F#7 B F# E B C#m F#7 B E B F#7 B

^7 − .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 − ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 .7 .6 ^7 .8 .5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 .8 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6

Don’t Dilly Dally on the Way

42

E F#7 B7 E G#7 C#m F#7 B7

.5 ^5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 [^3] ^2 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 ^3 [^1] .4 .4 .4 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 ^2 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] ^2 .3

E B7 E B7 E B7 E A F#m B7

^3 .5 − .4 .5 .5 .4 ^4 .5 .5 .5 .4 ^4 .5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] .3 ^3 ^3 .5 .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5

E

.4 ^3 .3 .3

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1625. MEDLEY GYPSEY TAP: If You’re Irish Come into the Parlour, With a Shillelagh Under My Arm, McNamara’s BandIf You’re Irish, come into the Parlour

86

E F#7 B B7 E A E F#7

.5 ^4 .4 .2 − [3 .3 ^3 .3] [^2] ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 ^3 .3 − ^3 .4 ^4 [^3] [3 ^2 .3] .3 .4 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^3

B7 E F#7 B7 E

^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .2 ^2 ^3 .5 .5 ^4 .4 .2 − [3 .3 ^3 .3] [^2] ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 [^1] .4 − − .4 .5 .5 .5 .5 .4 .5

B7 E B7 E B7 E

^4 .4 ^3 .4 .5 .5 .5 .5 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 − −

If you’re Irish medley tune

86

1 2

.4 ^4 .5 .5 .5 .4 .5 .7 .6 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^7 (^1) ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6

With a Shillelagh Under my Arm (G)

86

.5 ^5 ^6 .6 .3 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^3 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .3 ^3 ^3 ^2

.3 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 .3 ^3 [1] ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 .4 [^1] .4 ^4 .5 −

[^6] .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 [[^10]] ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .3 .3 ^2 [^3] .3 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 ^5

.5 ^5 .6 .7 ^7 .6

McNamara’s Band

86

.5 ^4 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .4 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .2 .4 ^4 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 .4 ^3 .4

.4 ^3 .4 .4 ^3 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .2 .4 ^4 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .3 [^3] .2 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 [3 ^3] ^2 .3 − ^5 .5 .4 ^3 [^3] − [^3]

^2 − .5 ^4 ^3 .4 − [3 ^3] ^2 .3 − ^5 .5 .4 ^3 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .5 .5 ^4 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .5 ^5 ^6 .3

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1726. MEDLEY GYPSEY TAP: I’ve Got A Lovely Bunch of Cocoanuts, Ship AhoyI’ve Got A Lovely Bunch of Cocoanuts

86

A E7

.4 [^1] .4 .6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .4 .4 .4 − .4 .4 .4 [^1] .4 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^4 ^4 − ^6 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^6

B7 E A E7

^5 ^5 ^5 ^5 ^5 ^5 ^5 ^5 ^5 ^5 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 [^1] .4 .6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .4 .4 .4 − .4 .4 .4 [^1] .4 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^4

A

^4 − ^6 ^6 (^4) ^6 − ^6 (^4) ^6 ^6 ^6 (^4) ^6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .5 ^5 .6 .6 .6 .6

E7

.6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .6 .5 ^5 .6 .6 .6 .6 .6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 − ^6 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 ^5

A

.5 ^4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 −

Ship Ahoy (All the nice Girls love A Sailor)

86

A7 D B7 Em

[3 ^3] ^2 ^4 − .4 ^3 [^3] ^2 − [^3] ^2 .3 .5 [^6] ^5 .5 − .5 ^1 ^5 .4 − .4 ^4 .4 .4 [^3] − ^2 .3 .4 ^3

A7 A7 D B7 Em

^5 .4 ^3 − [3 ^3] ^2 ^4 − .4 ^3 [^3] ^2 − [^3] ^2 .3 .5 [^6] ^5 .5 − .5 ^1 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 .4 .4 ^3 .4 ^3

A7 D

[^3] .3 .4 .5 − .5 .4 .3 −

28. The Quartermaster’s Stores

44

B G#m B F# B B G#m B C#m B B B

.5 .6 .7 .7 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 .5 .6 .7 .7 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 .6 .7 ^7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .5 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^6

G#m C#m F# F# B B G#m C#m B D#m

^5 ^5 ^5 ^5 ^7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^7 .8 .5 .7 .6 ^6 ^5 ^8 ^7 .8 ^6 .6

29. You Are My Sunshine

44

E E7 A E A E C#m

.2 .3 ^3 .4 .4 − .4 [^1] .4 .3 .3 − .3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^5 − ^5 .5 ^4 .4 − .3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^5 − ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .3 − .3 ^3

E B7

.4 ^4 ^3 ^3 .4 .3 −

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B G#7 C#m F#7 F# B

.5 .6 ^7 ^7 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^5 ^5 .5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^6 .6 .6 ^6 .5 ^5 ^6 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 .5 .4 .4

3F#7 B7 B E C#7 F#7 B C#7 C#m

^4 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 ^7 .6 ^7 .6 ^7 .6 .6 ^7 .7 .7 ^7 .7 ^7 .7 ^7 .7 ^7 ^6 .5 .6 ^7 ^7 .6 ^5 ^7 .7 .7 ^7 ^8

F#7 B

.7 ^7 .7 .6 −

30. If You Knew Susie

A F#7 Bm E7 E A

.5 .6 ^7 ^7 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^5 ^5 .5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^6 .6 .6 ^6 .5 ^5 ^6 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 .5 .4 .4

3E7 A7 A D B7 E7 A B7 Bm

^4 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 ^7 .6 ^7 .6 ^7 .6 .6 ^7 .7 .7 ^7 .7 ^7 .7 ^7 .7 ^7 ^6 .5 .6 ^7 ^7 .6 ^5 ^7 .7 .7 ^7 ^8

E7 A

.7 ^7 .7 .6 −

31. Beer Barrel Polka, Roll out the Barrel

PartA G D G

.3 ^2 .3 [^3] .3 ^2 .3 [^3] .3 .3 ^4 .5 ^4 ^4 .4 .4 .4 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 ^4 .4 .4 .4 .4 ^3 [1] ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .3 ^2 .3 [^3] .3 ^2

D G PartBEb G

.3 [^3] .3 .3 ^4 .5 ^4 ^4 .4 .5 .5 .4 .4 .4 .4 .3 [1] ^3 .4 ^4 .3 [1] ^3 [1] ^3 [[^1] ^3 .3] ^3 − [[^1]] ^2 .3 ^2 .3

3D G Link1 2

− [^3 .3] − .3 − ^4 .5 ^4 .4 .5 ^3 .3 .4 .4 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 .5 ^3 [1] .3 .3 [1] ^3 .4 ^4 − ^4 .5 ^5 .1 .5 ^4 ^3

PartC D A7 D

[[^1] .3] − − − .5 .5 [^6] .5 ^5 − .5 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 [^6] ^4 ^4 ^5 ^5 ^1 ^5 ^6 − ^5 ^6 ^5 ^6 ^5 ^1 .5 −

D7 G B7 Em A7 D Bm E7 A7 DC7 D

.5 .5 [^6] .5 ^5 − .5 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .3 ^5 − ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^6 ^5 ^5 .5 − ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 −

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SCRATCH BAND WALTZ MEDLEYS

32. MEDLEY: Billy of Tea, Tom Blackman’sBilly of Tea

= 160

43

B E B C#7 F#7 B E B

.4 ^4 .5 .5 .5 .5 .4 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .4 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 .5 .5 .5 .5 .4 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 ^4

E F#7 B

.4 .5 .3 ^4 ^4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3

Tom Blackman’s Waltz

43

3 3 3B F#7 C#m F#7 B F#7 B E C#m F#7

.7 ^7 .6 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 ^3 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^5 .5 .7 ^7 .6 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 ^3 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5

3 3 3 3

B B E C#7 F#7 B F# B

^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 .5 .6 .4 ^4 .5 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^3 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 ^4 .5

E C#7 F#7 B

.3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^3 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .6

33. MEDLEY: Rose of Aranmore, Bonny DoonThe Rose of Aranmore

= 1000

43

B E B F#7 B E B F#7 B E

B E B F#7 B E B F#7 B

Bonny Doon

43

E B7 E B7 E C#m B7 E B7 E B7 E

.2 .3 .3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .5 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .3 [^3 .3] [3 ^3] .3 ^3 .2 .3 .3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .5 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3

C#m B7 E E C#m B7 E B7 E

.3 [^3 .3] [3 ^3] .3 .3 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .5 .4 .3 .5 .4 .3 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .2 .3 .3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .5 .4

B7 E C#m B7 E

^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .3 [^3 .3] [3 ^3] .3 .3

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43

E A E C#m A E B7 E A E B7 E

.5 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^2 .3 ^3 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5

B7 E B7 E C#m F#7 B7 E A E C#m

.3 ^2 .3 .5 .6 .6 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 ^7 ^6 .5 .7 .7 ^7 .7 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3

A E B7 E

^4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .3 ^2 .3

The South Wind

43

E B7 E A E A E

^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^4 .5 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 [^3 .3 ^3] .3 .3 .3 .5 .6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3

C#m F#m B7 F#m B7 E1 2

.4 ^4 .5 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^4 ^2 .3 .3

All Those Endearing Young Charms

43

E A E B7 E B7 E A

.4 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 .3 .4 .5 ^4 ^5 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .5 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 .3 .4 .5 ^4 ^5 .6 .6 ^6 ^5

E B7 E A E B7 E B7 E

.5 .6 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 − .5 ^4 .4 .5 .6 .6 .5 ^5 ^4 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .5 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 .3 .4 .5

A E B7 E

^4 ^5 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .6 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 −

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43

B G#m B E B G#m B F# D#m B G#m B

.5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] .3 [^3] .2 .3 .4 .5 .6 .7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .4

43

.4 .5 ^5 ^3 .4 .3 .3 .5 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .5 .3 .4

43

.3 .4 ^4 .3 .3 .4 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 −

43

.2 .3 .3 − .2 [^3 ^3] − .5 .5 .2 .5

E B G#m B D#m F# B G#m B F# B G#m E

^4 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] .3 [^3] .2 .3 .4 .5 .6 .7 .5 ^6 ^7 .6 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .3 .6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] −

^5 ^3 .3 .2 .3 .4 ^4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .3 .2 − [^3] .2 .3 .5 .3 [^3]

^4 [^3] .2 .3 .6 .5 ^4 .4 .4 .5 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 .3 .2 .4 ^3 .3

.3 − .3 .2 [^3] .2 .3 .4 .3 .3 ^2 .3 ^2 [^3] .4 .3

B F#m G#m B F# D#m B G#m B

.2 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 (^4) ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .4 .3 .2 .3 .4 .5 .6 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 .5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .4

.2 ^2 ^3 .5 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .2 .4 ^4 .4 − .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 .5 ^4 .3

^2 ^3 .2 − ^3 .4 ^4 ^5 .5 .4 .3 [^3] .2 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3

^2 .2 ^2 ^3 .3 .5 .3 ^4 .4 .3 .2 .3 [^3] ^3 .3 .3 .3 ^3 .2 .4

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22E B G#m B F# D#m B G#m B E B G#m B

^4 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] .3 [^3] .2 .3 .4 .5 .6 .7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] .3 [^3] .2 .3 .4

^5 ^3 ^4 .4 .3 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .6 .7 .8 .8 ^9 .8 .8 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .3 .4 ^3 .3 .2 .3

^3 .3 ^3 .4 .4 [^3] ^4 .4 .2 .3 .4 .5 ^5 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 .5 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .4 [^3] ^4 .2

.3 [^3] − ^3 .3 .3 ^2 [^3] .3 .3 .3 .2 .5 .3 .2 − ^2 [^3 ^3] − ^3 .3 .4 .5

D#m F# B G#m B F# B G#m E B

.5 .6 .7 .5 ^6 ^7 .6 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .3 .6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] − .2

.4 .5 ^5 ^4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .3 .5 .7 .6 .6 ^7 .7 .6 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .3 [^3] .2 ^2 ^5 .5

.3 .5 .5 ^4 .4 .2 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 .3 ^4 .4 .3 .2 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 ^4 .4

.2 .3 ^2 [^3 ^3 .3] .2 .3 − [^3] [3 ^3] .3 ^2 [^3 .3] − [^3] ^2 .2

F#m G#m B F# D#m

.5 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 (^4) ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .4 .3 .2 .3 .4 .5 .6 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3

.5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 ^6 .6 ^7 ^7 .6 .6 ^5 .5 .3 .4 .5 .6 .5 .3 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .4

^3 .5 .2 .3 ^3 − ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .6 .5 .4 .3 .4 .5 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .5

^2 ^3 .2 .3 .5 .3 ^3 .4 .4 .3 .2 .3 .3 ^2 [^3 ^3 .3 .3 ^3] ^2 .3 ^3 .3

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2320th CENTURY WALTZES

37. MEDLEY: After the Ball, When I Grow Too Old To dream, Let Me Call You SweetheartAfter the Ball

43

E A E B7 E

.4 .5 .4 .3 [^3] .3 .2 .4 .5 .4 .3 [^3] ^2 − ^4 ^5 ^4 .4 ^3 [1] ^3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^2 .2 .5 − .4 .5 .4

A E C#7 F#m B7 E A B7 E

.3 [^3] .3 .2 [^3 .1] .4 ^5 .5 ^4 − .5 ^3 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 .2 [^3] ^2 .2 .3 −

When I Grow Too Old To dream

43

B F#7 B E B F#7 B D#m C#m

.3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .3 ^3 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .3 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .4 .3 .4 .2 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 − .2 .5 ^4 .5

B D#7 G#m B7 E B G#m B F#7 B

.4 − .2 .4 ^3 .4 .3 − .3 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .4 .3 .4 .2 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 −

Let Me call You Sweetheart

43

B E C#7 F#7 B F#7 B

.4 .5 .6 ^7 .7 .5 [^6] .5 ^5 ^5 ^5 − ^6 − ^6 .6 ^7 ^6 ^5 ^6 .5 .5 .5 − .4 .5 .6 ^7 .7 .5

E C#7 E F#7 B G#7 Ém F#7 B

[^6] .5 ^5 ^5 ^7 − ^7 .6 ^6 .6 .7 .5 ^8 .7 ^5 ^6 .6 −

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2438. MEDLEY: Cuckoo Waltz, Plaisir d’AmourCuckoo Waltz

43

E B7 A

.4 .3 .4 .3 .4 .5 .5 .4 .3 .4 ^3 ^4 ^3 ^5 ^2 ^3 ^4 ^4 ^3 ^2 ^3 .3 ^5 ^5 ^5 ^1 ^5 .6 ^6 ^5

E B7 E A E

.5 .5 .5 [^6] .5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 ^4 ^4 .4 ^4 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 [^6 ^6 ^6 ^6] .5 ^5 ^5 ^5 ^1 ^5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5

B7 E

.5 ^5 .5 .5 [^6] .5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 ^4 ^4 .4 ^4 ^5 ^2 .3 .4 .3 .4 .3 .4 .3 .4 .3

Plaisir d’Amour

86

E B7 E F#m E B7 A B7 E F#m E B7 E E A E A E B7

.2 .3 ^3 .4 .4 .4 ^4 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 ^3 .2 [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 .4 [^3] ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .3 .5 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4

E F# B C#m B F#7 B7 Dinish on f#n F#

.4 .4 [^6] .5 ^1 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 [^6] .5 .5 .2

Plaisir D’amour (Baez)

43

.2 .3 ^3 .4 − .4 ^4 ^4 .4 .3 .4 ^3 − [3 ^3] ^2 .3 ^3 .4 [^3] ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 −Plai − sir d’a − mour Ne du − re qu’on mo− ment, Cha − grin d’a − mour du − re tou − te la vie.

39. MEDLEY: Margaret’s waltz, Charles LynchMargaret’s waltz

43

E B E B E A

.3 [^3] [3 ^3] .3 ^3 .4 .3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] .3 ^3 .3 [^3] [3 ^3] .3 ^3 .4 .5 .3 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6

3E A B E

^5 .5 ^4 ^5 .5 .3 .4 ^3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .3 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .4 .5 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .3 ^5 .3 ^6 .3 .6 .3 ^6 .3 ^5 .3

B E B E

.5 .3 ^4 .3 .4 .3 ^3 .3 [^3] [3 ^3] .3 ^3 .4 .5 .3 .4 ^3 .3

Charles Lynch’s Waltz

43

.3 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .6 .4 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 .3 [^3] .2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .6

.4 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^5 ^6 .6 .4 .4 ^6 ^4 ^4 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 [^3] ^2

.3 ^3 .3 [^3] .2 ^5 ^6 .6 .4 .4 ^6 ^4 ^4 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3

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43

A A7 D A F#m Bm E7 A A7

.3 ^3 .4 .5 .3 ^3 .4 .5 .6 ^7 .7 .8 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .4 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 − .3 ^3 .4 .5 .3 ^3 .4 .5 .6 ^7 .7 .8 .7 ^7

D A E7 A A C#7 D A A F#m Bm E7 A

.6 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 − .6 ^7 .7 .8 .7 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .4 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 − .3 ^3 .4 .5 .3 ^3

A7 D A E7 A A

.4 .5 .6 ^7 .7 .8 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 −

42. Sweet Rosie O’ Grady in D

43

B F#7 B E F#7 B G#m C#7 F#7 B F#7 B

.7 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 .5 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 − .6 .6 ^7 .7 .7 ^5 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^7 − .7 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 .5

E D#7 E B G#m C#7 F#7 B

.6 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 − .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 .7 .6 ^7 (^1) ^7 ^5 ^6 .5 .6 −

43. Daisy Daisy in G

43

E A E B7 E F#7 B B7

.4 ^4 .5 .4 .3 .2 [^3] ^2 .3 [^3] .3 .2 − .3 ^3 .5 .4 .3 [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 − ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .5 .4

E C#m A E B7 E B7 E B7 E B7 E

^3 .3 − .3 ^3 .4 .3 [^3] .3 [^3 .3] − ^2 .3 .4 ^3 .2 .3 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 .3 −

44. Cruising Down the River in G

Play this on D row

43

^5 ^1 ^5 ^1 ^5 6 ^4^5 5 ^5 5 ^4 ^3 [^1 ^5 ^1 ^5] ^4 [6 ^6 6] ^4 ^5 ^7 ^5 6 3 6 ^6 6 ^6

^7 6 ^5 5 ^5 5 4 ^3 3 ^3 ^4 5 ^5 6 ^5 6 ^5 5 ^3 4 ^4 ^4 ^4 [^6 6 ^6] ^4 [^6 6 ^6]

^4 [^6 6] ^5 5 5 5 ^1 ^5 ^1 5 ^1 ^5 ^1 5 ^1 ^5 ^4 5 6 6 ^6 6 ^6 ^7 6 ^5 5 ^5 5 41

^3 3 ^3 ^4 5 ^5 6 ^5 6 ^5 5 ^3 4 ^4

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43

A E7 A D E7 A F#m B7 E7 A E7 A D

.7 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 .5 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 − .6 .6 ^7 .7 .7 ^5 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^7 − .7 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 .5 .6

C#7 D A F#m B7 E7 A

^7 .6 ^7 .7 − .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 .7 .6 ^7 (^1) ^7 ^5 ^6 .5 .6 −

43. Daisy Daisy in F)

43

D G D A7 D E7 A A7 D

.4 ^4 .5 .4 .3 .2 [^3] ^2 .3 [^3] .3 .2 − .3 ^3 .5 .4 .3 [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 − ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .5 .4 ^3 .3

Bm G D A7 D A7 D A7 D A7 D

− .3 ^3 .4 .3 [^3] .3 [^3 .3] − ^2 .3 .4 ^3 .2 .3 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 .3 −

44. Cruising Down the River

Play this on C row

43

^5 ^1 ^5 ^1 ^5 6 ^4^5 5 ^5 5 ^4 ^3 [^1 ^5 ^1 ^5] ^4 [6 ^6 6] ^4 ^5 ^7 ^5 6 3 6 ^6 6 ^6

^7 6 ^5 5 ^5 5 4 ^3 3 ^3 ^4 5 ^5 6 ^5 6 ^5 5 ^3 4 ^4 ^4 ^4 [^6 6 ^6] ^4 [^6 6 ^6]

^4 [^6 6] ^5 5 5 5 ^1 ^5 ^1 5 ^1 ^5 ^1 5 ^1 ^5 ^4 5 6 6 ^6 6 ^6 ^7 6 ^5 5 ^5 5 4 ^31

3 ^3 ^4 5 ^5 6 ^5 6 ^5 5 ^3 4 ^4

45. Loveliest Night of the Year, the

43

.4 [^1] .4 .5 .6 − ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 .4 .5 ^6 − ^4 .4 ^4 .5 ^6 − (^4) ^6 .6 ^6 (^4) ^6 ^4 ^6 .4 − .4

[^1] .4 .5 .6 − ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 .4 .5 ^5 − ^5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 − [^6] .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 − ^5 ^1 ^5

^8 .7 ^7 ^8 − .7 ^7 ^5 ^1 ^5 ^7 .6 ^4 .4 − .4 [^1] .4 ^7 .6 ^6 ^7 − .6 (^4) .4 [^1] .4 (^4) ^5 .5 ^4 .5 .4

[^1] .4 .5 .6 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 .4 .5 ^5 − ^5 ^5 ^6 .6 .7 − ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 ^7 .6 −

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43

.6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .4 ^6 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 ^4 − ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .5 ^3 ^5 ^6 .5 ^5 ^6 .5 .4 − .7 ^7 .6

^7 .7 .6 ^7 .7 − .6 ^7 .7 − .6 ^7 .7 .8 ^8 − ^8 ^8 ^8 ^8 .7 ^7 .7 .7 .7 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 ^7 ^7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^7 .6 − .5 ^5

^5 ^6 ^5 .3 .4 .5 ^5 ^6 .5 ^5 ^6 ^5 ^2 − .5 ^5 ^5 ^6 ^5 ^2 ^3 .5 ^5 ^6 .5 ^5 ^6 ^5 .4 − .5 ^5 ^5 ^6

^6 .6 .6 .5 .5 .6 .5 .5 .6 .5 ^5 − .6 .6 .6 − .6 .6 ^6 − ^5 .5 .4 .3 .4 ^4 ^4 − ^4 ^4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .5 ^5 ^6

47. Are You Lonesome Tonight?

43

.4 .5 .6 ^6 .6 ^6 .4 .5 ^6 ^5 ^6 ^5 .4 .5 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^5 − ^4 ^5 .6 ^6 .6 ^6 ^4 .5 ^6 ^5 ^6 ^5 ^3 .4

^4 .5 ^5 .6 ^6 .5 .4 − .5 ^5 (^4) ^5 .5 .6 ^5 .6 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^7 ^6 ^7 ^5 .5 [^6] .5 .4 .5 .6 ^6 .6

^6 .6 (^1) .7 ^7 .7 ^7 ^1 ^5 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 −

48. I Belong to Glasgow

43

A D A F#m B B7 E7 A

.3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .6 − .6 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 − .5 .3 .3 .3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 (^1) ^7 .7 ^7 − .5 .6 .6 ^7

E7 D A B7 E7 A D A F#7 B7 E7 A

.7 ^7 .6 ^7 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .4 ^3 − .5 .5 .6 .6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 ^6 .6 −

49. Down at the Old Bull and Bush

43

A E7 D A

.6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 .6 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .5 ^6 ^5 ^5 ^5 .6 .6 .6 .5 −

E A D A E7

.6 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .3 .3 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .6 − .4 .4 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .6 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6

A E7 A

.6 .5 .6

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28AUSTRALIAN WALTZES

50. Moreton Bay, Boulavogue) = 100

43

3 3E A E C#m E A E B E

.2 .3 .2 .3 .4 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3 .3] .3 .2 .3 .4 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^3 .3 .5

3A E C#m E A E B E

.5 .4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] ^2 .3 .2 .3 .4 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^3 .3

51. Euabalong Ball = 160

43

B C#m B C#m B C#m B

.4 .5 .5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .5 .5 .6 .5 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 ^4 ^5 .5 .5 .6 .6 .6 .6 .5 .4 ^3 ^4 ^5 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5

C#m B

.5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3

52. Botany Bay = 180

43

B F#7 B E F#7 B E B

.3 ^3 .4 .5 .5 ^3 ^4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 − .5 .4 .5 .6 ^4 ^5 .6 .5 − ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .3 − ^3 .4 .4 .5 .5

F#7 B

^3 ^4 .4 .3 −

53. Wild Colonial Boy

42

B E F# B F# E F# B

.5 .3 .4 .5 .5 ^5 ^4 ^3 .3 ^2 .2 .4 ^3 .3 − .4 ^4 .5 .5 .6 ^6 ^6 ^5 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^6 ^5 .5 − .5

F# B F# B E F# B

.5 .6 .6 ^6 ^6 ^5 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^6 ^5 .5 − .5 .3 .4 .5 .5 ^5 ^4 ^3 .3 ^2 .2 .4 ^3 .3 .3

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2954. Orotaba Waltz = 180

43

.5 ^4 .4 [3 .3] .3 .4 ^3 [^3 ^3] ^3 .3 ^2 ^3 ^4 ^6 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 .5 .5 ^4 .4 [3 .3] .3 .4 ^3 [^3 ^3] ^3 .5 ^5

^6 ^5 .5 ^4 ^2 .3 .3 ^3 .3 .3 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^4 .5 .6 .6 ^6 ^3 .4 ^4 ^6 .6 ^6 ^3 .4 ^4 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^4

.5 .6 .6 ^6 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 ^2 .3 .3 ^3 .3 .3

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62. Alnwick CastleKevin Briggs

= 140

43

3

E B7 E A B7 E B7 C#m F#m B7 E B7 A B

.2 .3 .4 ^3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^3 ^2 .3 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .2 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6

A E B7 B7 E B B7 E B7 B B7 E B7 E E

.6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .2 ^2 [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 ^2 .2 .3 ^3 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .6 .5 .6 .5 ^4 .4

3

A B A E B7/F#m B7 E

^4 .5 ^5 ^3 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3

63. Spanish Waltz = 116

43

.5 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^5 .5 ^5 .4 .5 ^4 ^7 (^1) ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 ^6 .5 ^5 ^4 .4 .5 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^5 .5 ^5 .4 .5 ^4

^7 (^1) ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 ^6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .7 .7 .7 ^8 .8 ^9 .8 .7 ^7 ^7 ^7 .7 ^8 ^9 .8 ^8 .7 .7 .7 ^8 .8 ^9 .8 .7

^7 (^1) ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6

64. German Waltz 1 = 200

44

.2 .4 .5 .4 .5 .4 − ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .5 ^4 − ^4 .6 ^6 ^8 ^6 ^8 ^6 − ^5 ^6 .6 .7 .6 ^5 .5 − .2 ^3 .4 .5

.4 .5 .4 − ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .5 ^4 − ^5 .6 ^6 ^8 ^6 ^8 ^6 − ^5 ^5 .5 [^6] .5 .7 ^7 .6 − .5 .6 ^6 ^7 .6

^5 .6 ^5 .6 ^5 − ^5 (^4) ^6 ^5 ^4 − .4 ^4 ^5 .5 .4 − .5 .6 ^6 ^7 .6 ^5 .6 ^5 .6 ^5 − ^1 ^5 ^6

^5 .5 ^6 ^5 .5 [^6] .5 .7 ^7 .6 (^1) ^7

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43

E E C#m E A F#m E G#m A E B

.2 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 .3 [^3] [3 .3] ^4 .4 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 ^2 .2 .5 .5 [^6] ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3] ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 [^3] ^2

E E G#m E G#m B E G#m E

.3 .4 .5 .6 .2 .4 ^3 .4 [3 ^3] ^2 .3 ^2 .3 .2 ^3 .3 ^2 ^5 .5 .5 ^3 ^4 .4 .3 .2 .4 ^3 .4 [3 ^3] ^2 .3 ^2 .3 .2 ^3 .3

G#m B E A E B E A E B

^2 ^5 .5 .5 ^3 ^4 .3 .3 .2 [^3] ^4 ^4 [^3] .2 .4 .4 .2 .2 ^3 ^3 .4 .3 [3 .3] [^3] ^4 ^4 [^3] .2 .4 .4 .3 ^3 .3

E

^3 .4 .3 −

66. D’Oro Waltz = 200

43

1 2

.3 .5 .3 ^5 .5 .3 ^2 − ^3 ^5 ^3 ^6 ^5 .4 .3 − .3 .5 .3 ^5 .5 .3 ^2 − .5 ^4 .4 − .4 .5

^5 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^9 .7 .7 ^8 ^6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 .4 ^5 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 .7 ^8 ^9 .7

1

.7 ^7 .7 ^8 ^6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 .4 ^5

67. Waltz for Mr & Mrs LysonsBarber−Riley

A

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3 3.3 ^3 .4 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 [^6] .5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3

3 3.3 .3 ^3 .4 .4 .4 ^4 ^3 ^2 .3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 [^6] .5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6

.6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 .5 .6 .5 .4 .3 ^3 ^4 ^5 ^4 ^2 ^3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .3 ^3

B

3 3.4 .4 ^4 ^3 ^5 [^6] .5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 [^6] .5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 .4 .4

3 3^4 ^3 ^2 .3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 .4 ^4 ^3 ^5 [^6] .5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 [^6] .5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5

^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 .5 .6 .5 .4 .3 ^3 ^4 ^5 ^4 ^2 ^3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .3 ^3

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3269. Edelweiss

43

E B E A E C#m A B E B7 E A E B E B7

.4 .5 ^7 .6 .5 ^4 .4 .4 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^7 .6 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 ^7 .5 .5 ^6 ^5 .5

E F#7 B B7 E B7 E A E B7 E

.4 .5 .6 ^5 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .5 .4 .5 ^7 .6 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6

70. When Irish Eyes are Smiling

43

A E A A D F#m A F#m A A F#m A E A E F#m A D A F#m E E A E A1 2

.5 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 ^5 .4 .3 ^4 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 − ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^5 ^3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^3 ^6

A B7 E7 A

.4 .5 [^6] .5 ^5 ^10 .6 ^7 .6 .6 −

71. TodayRandy Sparks

= 100

43

E C#m

.7 ^8 .8 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 ^6 .2 .3 ^3 .4 .3 ^3 .4

43

F#m B7 E C#m F#m B7 E A# A#m E C#m

^4 ^3 .3 ^2 .2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3 .3 ^2 .4 .5 .5 .5 .5 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^5 ^5 ^5 ^5 .4 ^4 .5 .3 ^3 .4

F#m B7 E C#m F#m B7 B7 E1 2

^3 .4 ^4 ^2 ^2 ^2 .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .2 ^4 ^3

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3372. MEDLEY: Homecoming, Flossy O’Toole, Scottish WoodHomecoming

Merlina arr. King = 180

A

44

B F# G#m E B F# B F# B F# G#m E B

.5 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .8 .5 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6

F# B B B1 2

^6 .6 ^7 .8 .7 ^7 .6 .5 .6 .8

BB F# G#m E B F# G#m C# F# B E G#m

.8 ^8 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^9 [^10] .8 .8 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6

F# B F# B B1 2

^6 .6 ^7 .8 .7 ^7 .6 .8 .6 .5

Flossy O’Toole

43

E F#m B E B

.4 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .4 ^4 .5 .6 .5 .5 .6 .5 .5 .4 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .4 ^4 .5 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^6

C#m E B7 E B7 E B7 E A E

^5 .5 .4 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 − ^6 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 .6 ^7 .7 ^6 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 ^5 .5 ^4 ^4 .5 .5

B7 E

^4 ^2 .3 ^3 ^2 .3

Scottish Wood

43

B E F# B C#m F# E F# B B B1 2

.3 .6 .6 .3 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 (^4) ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4

A B

^3 ^4 .4 .3 − ^4 [^3] .2 − .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 ^4 .4 ^4 .4 .3 .6 (^4) ^5 .3 .3 − .3

75. The Munster CloakBB&S

43

.3 .3 ^3 .4 .3 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 .5 ^4 ^3 ^2 .3 .3 ^3 .4 .3 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .5 ^4 ^3 ^2

.6 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .5 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .5 ^5 ^6 .5 .5 ^4 ^3 .5 ^4 ^3 ^3 .3 .3

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3476. MEDLEY PARMA WALTZ, Bell Table, Under the Bridges of Paris)Bell Table

= 160

43

B E B D#m E F# E F# B E B D#m

.3 ^7 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .5 ^4 .5 ^5 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .5 ^4 .4

E F# E F# B B D#m G#m B E C#m F# B

^4 .5 ^5 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .5 ^9 .8 .8 ^8 .7 ^8 .7 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 ^8 ^8 .7 ^8 .8 ^9 .8 .8 .7 ^8 .8 ^9 .8

D#m G#m B E B F# B

.8 ^8 .7 ^8 .7 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 ^8 .7 .8 − ^6 ^7 .6 − ^6 .6 .5 .6 .7

Under the Bridges of Paris (Que Sera, Sera)

43

E B7 E F# B7

.2 .3 .4 .5 .3 .4 − .2 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3 .[1] ^3] ^3

E B7 F#m G#7 F#m B7 E Bm7 E7 C Fine

.2 .3 .4 .5 .3 .4 .4 .2 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 − .2 .4 [^1]

E7 A E7 BmF#7 Bm E7 B Dm E7 A

.4 [^1] .4 .3 .3 ^3 .4 .3 ^3 .3 ^2 ^2 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .5 .4

F#7 Bm Dm A F#m B7 Bm E7 A B7 D.C. al Fine

.5 .4 .5 .4 .6 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 .3 .3 .4 ^3 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 − ^5

77. Que Sera Sera

43

.3 ^3 .4 .5 .4 .5 .4 .5 .4 .5 .4 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 ^4 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 ^2 .3

.6 [^6] ^3 .4 ^4 ^2 .3 .3 .3 ^3 ^4 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .6 .5 .6 ^5 ^4 ^5 ^5 ^6 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 .6 .4 .4 [^6]

^5 .5 .4 .5 ^3 .5

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3583. Rothbury HillsAir − unknown, Harmony − Laurie Griffiths

43

E E B7 B7 E E F#7 B A E F#m B

.5 .6 ^6 .6 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^2 .2 .3 .4 ^4 .5 .6 ^6 ^7 ^6 .5 .4 ^4 ^5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4

43

.3 .4 ^3 .4 .4 .3 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 ^3 ^4 .4 .3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^2 .2 [^3] .3 ^2 .2 [^3] ^2 .3 ^2 .3 ^3

E B7 E A A E E B7 B7 E B

.5 .4 .3 ^3 .5 ^2 .3 − .5 ^5 ^4 ^5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .2 .3 .4 .5 [^6] ^4 .4 ^4 [3 ^3] ^2 .3 .4 ^4 .5 .5

.4 .3 [^3] [3 ^3] ^2 .3 .5 ^4 .4 .4 ^4 .3 ^4 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .4 .3 .3 [1] ^3 .3 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 .3 ^2 .3 ^3

E E F#m B F#m B7 E

.6 ^6 .6 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^2 [3 ^3] ^4 ^3 .5 ^4 ^3 .3 −

.4 ^3 .4 .4 .3 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 ^3 ^4 ^4 ^3 [^3] [3 ^3] ^2 .3 .5 ^4 .4 ^3

86. Will Ye Go Lassie?BB&S

43

.3 [^3] [3 ^3] .3 ^3 .3 − .4 .5 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 − .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 − ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] .3

− .3 [^3] .2 [^3] .3 .3 − .4 .5 ^5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 − .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 − ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] .3 − .3 [^3] .2

[^3] .3 .3 −

87. Amazing Grace

43

E E7 A E F#7 B7 E E7 A E C#m

.2 .3 ^3 .4 .3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] [3 .3] .3 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^3 .4 .5 − .4 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] [3 .3] .3 .4 ^3 .3

B7 E

.4 ^3 .3 −

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3688. Mull of Kintyre

43

E A E A

.2 .3 [^3] [3 .2 .3] .3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] .3 ^2 [^3 .3 .2 .3] .3 [^3] .2 .2 .3 [^3] [3 .2 .3] .3 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3

3

B7 E E A E A E

.3 [^3 ^3] ^2 [^3] [3 ^3] ^3 .3 [3 ^3] .3 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 [^3] [3 ^3] .3 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 [^3] [3 ^3] ^3 .3

− −

89. German waltz 2 = 200

43 3

.2 .3 .2 .3 .4 .3 .4 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 [3 ^3] ^2 .3 .3 .4 .4 .5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .5 ^4 ^3

3 3

− [3 ^3] − ^2 ^2 ^3 ^3 ^4 ^4 ^3 .5 .5 .4 .3 − [3 ^3] ^2 .3 .3 .4 .4 .5 .5 ^4 .4 .5

3

.5 ^4 ^3 − ^3 ^4 ^5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^5 .5 ^4 ^2 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4

1 2

.3 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 − [^3 .3 ^3]

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3790. Starry Night for a Ramble (as jig)EF

AABA

A

86

Segno B E B C#7 F#7 B E B F#7 B

^8 .7 .6 .5 .4 ^4 ^5 ^5 .5 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .5 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 .6 ^6 ^7 .6 .6

BE B C#m F# E B C#m F#7

^7 .7 ^8 ^8 ^8 .7 ^7 .7 .7 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 ^7 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 .8 .7 ^8 .8 ^8 ^8 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 ^8

Starry Night for a Ramble (another version in two parts)

86

B E B F#7 B E B F#7 B F#7

.5 .7 .6 .5 .4 ^4 ^5 .5 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 − .5 .7 .6 .5 .4 ^4 ^5 .5 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 − .7 ^8 ^8 ^8 .7 ^7

86

.6 .7 .7 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 ^8 .7 .7 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .8 ^8 .7 .7 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 ^8 .8 .8 ^8 .8 ^8 .7 − .8 ^7 ^7 ^7 .7 ^8

B F#7 B F#7 B C#7 F# F#7 B E

.7 .7 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 ^7 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 − .7 ^8 ^8 ^8 .7 ^7 .7 .7 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 ^7 ^7 .7 [^10] .8 ^8 .7 .6 .5 .4 ^4 ^5

.8 .8 .8 ^8 .7 ^8 ^8 ^8 .7 ^7 .7 .6 ^7 ^7 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 .8 .8 ^8 .7 ^8 ^8 ^7 .6 ^6 .5 .7 .7 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 ^8

B F#7 B E B F#7 B

.5 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 − .5 .7 .6 .5 .4 ^4 ^5 .5 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 −

.7 .7 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .8 ^8 .7 .7 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 ^8 .8 .8 ^8 .8 ^8 .7 −

94. The Flower of Scotland = 80

86

^6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^3 − .5 .5 ^6 ^5 − .5 .5 ^5 ^6 − − .5 .6 ^7 ^7 .5 − ^3 ^5 ^5 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^3

− ^6 .6 ^7 ^7 .5 − ^6 .6 ^5 ^6 .5 − .5 ^4 ^5 .5 − .7 .7 ^7 .6 .5 − .5 .6 .7 ^7 − .6 .6 ^7 .7 − − .6 ^8 .8 .8

.6 − .5 ^7 ^7 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .5 − .7 ^8 .8 .8 .6 − .7 ^8 ^7 .7 .6 − .6 (^4) ^7 .6 − −

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3895. Skye Boat Song, the

43

E F#m B7 E A E F#m B7 E A E

[3 ^3 .3] .3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .5 .4 ^3 .4 [^3 ^3] .2 − [3 ^3 .3] .3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .5 .4 ^3 .4 [^3 ^3] .2

C#m F#m C#m F#m C#m

− .4 .3 .4 .4 ^3 [^3] ^3 ^3 .3 [^3] .3 .3 ^2 [^3] − .4 .3 .4 .4 ^3 [^3] ^3 ^3 .3 [^3] .3 .3 ^2 [^3] −

97. Les Bicyclettes de Belsize

43

Dm Dm7 Gm A7 Dm Dm7 Gm Em7 E7 A7 Em7A7

.5 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 .1 ^1 .3 ^1 .5 .2 ^3 ^1 .5 − .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 .6 .1 ^1 .5 ^4 [^1] ^3 .3 ^2 [^3] ^2

D Am7 D7 G6 A7 D A7 Bm Em7 G6 A7 D C#m F#m D7Am7D71

.3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^4 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 − ^4 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3 .3 ^2 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 .6 .6 ^6 .5 .4 .4 ^4 .5

G D2

.3 − .3 .3 .3 −

98. The Flower of ScotlandRoy Williamson of Corries

43

.7 .7 ^7 .6 .5 .5 .5 .6 .7 ^7 ^7 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 .7 .7 .7 ^8 .7 ^8 .8 .6 .6 .7 ^7 ^7 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 ^8

.7 ^7 .6 .5 .5 .7 ^8 .7 ^8 .8 .6 .6 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 .6 .6 (^4) ^7 .6 .6 .6

99. Tulips from Amsterdam

43

.5 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .8 .8 .5 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .8 .8 .5 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 ^3 .5 .7 .7 .7 ^7 ^7 .6 .6 ^6 ^6

^5 ^5 ^5 ^5 ^7 ^5 ^7 ^7 ^7 .6 .6 ^6 ^6 ^5 ^5 .5 .5 .5 .5 .6 .5 .7 .7 .7 ^7 ^7 .6 .6 (^4) (^4) .6 .6 .6 .6 ^8

.6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .6 (^1) ^7 .5 ^7 .1 .7 .6 ^6 .6 .8 .8 ^8 .8 ^8 .7 .1 .7 .8 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6

.5 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 .6 .7 .8 .7 ^8 ^7 − .5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 ^5

.5 ^6 ^7 ^8 ^7 .7 .6 − .7 .7 .7 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^5 .7 .7 .7 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 − .6 ^5 .6 .6 .6 ^5 .5 .6 .6 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6

^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 .7

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39100. Song of the Moulin Rouge = 140

43

B F# B C#m B C#m B F#

.2 .3 .4 .3 .5 .2 .3 ^3 ^2 [^3 .3 .3] ^3 .4 ^3 .5 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 ^4 .4 .3 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2

B F# G#m F# B F# B

.3 [^3] ^2 .3 ^2 [^3] .3 ^2 ^2 .3 ^2 [^3] ^2 .3 [^3] ^3 .2 .3 .4 .3 .5 .2 .3 ^3 ^2 [^3 .3 .3] ^3 .4 ^3 .5 ^3 .4

C#m B

^4 .4 ^3 .3

101. Last Waltz, the

43

1 2

^3 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 .6 ^5 .4 ^3 − [^3] .3 [^3] .3 [^3] ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .4 − ^5 .5 ^2 .3 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .5

^5 − ^6 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^5 .5 [^6] ^5 .5 − .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .6 ^3 ^4 ^5 ^5 ^5 .5 ^2 ^2 .3 − ^6 .6 ^7 .6

1

^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^1 (^4) ^1 .5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .7 ^7 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 .6 ^5 .4 ^3 − .3 [^3] .3 [^3] .3 ^5 .5 ^2 .3

2

.5 ^5 ^6 .3

102. Raemona’s WaltzBrian Hebert

43

3E G#7 C#m E7 A B7 E E1

.5 ^4 .4 ^4 .4 .3 [^3 .3] .4 .2 [[1]] .4 [[1]] [^3] .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .2 [3 .2] − .2 .4 .2

3

G#7 C#m E7 A B7 E E G#7 C#m2

[[1]] .4 [[1]] [^3] .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .3 .3 [3 ^3] ^2 [^3] .2 .4 .5 ^1 .4 [^3] [^3] .4 .5

3 3

E7 A B7 E E G#m A E A E

^5 .5 .4 .5 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .3 .3 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .5 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4

3 3

F#7 B7 E G#m A E F#m B7 E E1 2

^3 [^6] ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .5 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .5 .4 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 .4 ^2 .3 .3 .5 ^5 ^6 .6

.3 [2] − [^2]

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40105. Midnight on the WaterLuke Thomasson

43

1 2

.2 .3 ^3 .4 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .3 ^3 .4 .6 ^5 .5 .3 ^3 .3 .4 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .2 .3 ^3 .3 .5 ^5 ^6

.6 − .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .6 ^7 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 .8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5

1 2

.5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .2 .3 ^3 .4 .6 ^5 .5 .3 ^3 .3 .4 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .5 ^5 ^6 .3 −

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106. MEDLEY REELS BARN DANCE: Click Go the Shears, Waltzing Matilda, Drovers Dream)Click go the Shears

= 180

44

.3 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3

.3 .6 .6 .6 .6 ^7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^7 .6 .7 .6 ^5 ^5 ^2 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .6 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^5

^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .6 .6 .6

Waltzing Matilda Buderim

44

3.3 .3 .3 .6 .6 .6 ^5 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .3 .6 .6 .6 ^5 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .5 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3

.3 .3 .3 .6 .6 .6 ^3 .4 ^3 .3

Drover’s Dream

44

3^3 .5 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 ^3 ^3 ^3 .5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^4 .4 ^3 .5 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^3 ^3

3 3 3.4 ^4 .5 .4 ^3 .5 ^5 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^5 ^5 .5 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .6 .6 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 ^7 ^7 ^6 .5 ^3 .5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^5 .5

3 3^5 ^4 .4 ^3 .5 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 ^3 .5 ^5 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^5 ^5 .5 ^4 .5

107. MEDLEY REELS FOUR SISTER’S BARNDANCE: Four Sister’s. Mudgee Schottiche)Four Sister’s Barndance

= 140

44

3 3A E7 D A E A D A B E7 A

.5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 ^5 .5 ^4 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 ^7 ^7 .7 − .7 ^8 ^8 ^8 .7 ^7 ^8 .7 .7 .7 ^7 .6 .7 ^7 ^5 ^6 .5 .6

Mudgee Schottische

44

C#m A E C#m C#m A E F#m C#m A E C#m

.3 ^3 .4 .4 ^4 .4 ^4 ^5 .5 .3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 .4 ^4 .4 ^4 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .4 ^4 .4 ^4 ^5 .5 .3 .3 .3 ^3

3

3

3

C#m F#m E C#m C#m C#m C#m E F#m E E C#m C#m

.4 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^2 .3 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .3 ^5 .3 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .4 .5 .5 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .3 ^5 .3

3C#m C#m E E C#m

^5 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .4 .5 .5 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 ^3

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E E E E E B7 E B7 E E7 E C#m E

[3 .3] .3 .2 .3 .4 .3 ^5 .5 − .3 ^4 .4 .2 .4 ^3 .2 ^3 .3 − [3 .3] .3 .2 .3 .4 .3 ^5 .5 − .3 ^4 .4 .2 .4

B7 E G#7 C#m B F#7 B7 E E

^3 .2 ^3 .3 − .4 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .5 [^3] .4 ^3 − [3 .3] .3 .2 .3 .4 .3 ^5 .5

C#m E B7 E

− .3 ^4 .4 .2 .4 ^3 ^5 .5 .3 −

111. Goodnight Sweetheart = 100

B Bm E B G#m B G#m C#m F# D#m B

.4 .4 − .4 − .4 − .4 ^4 .4 .5 .5 [^6] .5 [^6] .5 [^6] .5 ^5 .5 .6 .6 ^6 .6 .6 .6 ^5 ^4 ^3 − ^6 .5 .4 .3

G#m E B F# C# B Bm E B G#m B

− ^5 ^5 ^4 .4 ^3 − .5 [^6] ^4 .4 .4 − .4 − .4 − .4 ^4 .4 .5 .5 [^6] .5 [^6] .5 [^6] .5 ^5 .5 .6 .6 ^6 .6

D#m B G#m

.7 .6 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 .5 .5 [^6] .5 .7 .6 −

112. White Cliffs of Dover

31 2

.4 .5 .6 .6 ^6 .5 .3 ^5 ^5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 − .4 .5 .3 − .3 ^5 ^4 .5 ^5 ^5 ^5 ^6

3 3

^5 ^4 .5 ^5 ^5 .6 ^5 ^6 ^5 ^4 .5 ^5 ^5 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^3 .4 .5

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113. Bluebell Polka = 210

44

3 3

E B E

.4 .5 .6 .7 .7 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .5 .4 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^5 ^5 .5 [^6] .5 .4 .4 .5 .6 .7 .7 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .5 .4 .3

B E B F#7 B

^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .6 ^5 .5 .5 .4 .5 .6 .7 .8 .8 .7 .8 [^10] ^8 ^7 ^9 .8 [^10] .8 .5 .5 .4 .5 .6 .7

F#7 E B E E F#m E

.8 .8 .7 .7 .8 [^10] ^8 ^7 .6 .7 .6 ^3 .4 .4 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .4 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 ^4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 .4 .4 ^4 .5

F#m E

.4 .4 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .3

114. MEDLEY: Walter Bulwer’s PolkasWalter Bulwer #1

42

.2 .3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 [^3 ^3] ^2 .3 ^3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 .3 .3 [^3] .2 .3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 [^3 ^3] ^2 .3 ^3 ^2 .2 ^2 .3 .3

.5 .5 ^5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .5 ^5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6

Walter Bulwer (Bulliver) #2

44

.4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 ^3 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 ^4 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .4 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 ^3 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6

.6 .6 .6 .7 ^8 .8 .7 ^8 .8 .7 ^8 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 ^7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 .7 ^8 .8 .7 ^8 .8 .7 ^8 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 ^7 ^8 .7 ^7

1 2

.6 .7 .6 .7 ^8 .6 .7 .6 ^5 (^4)

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44

.5 .4 .5 .6 .5 .6 .7 ^7 .6 .7 .8 .7 .8 ^8 ^7 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .5 .6 .5 .6 .7 ^7 .6 .7 .8 .7 .8

^8 ^7 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .7 ^7 ^6 .6 .5 .4 .7 ^7 ^7 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^8 .7 .7 ^7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .7 ^7 ^7 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^8 ^7

.7 .6 ^7 ^6 .6

Father’s Polka

44

.3 ^3 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^5 .5 .5 .4 .3 .4 .5 ^4 ^4 ^3 ^2 ^3 ^4 .4 .4 .3 .2 ^3 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^5 .5 .5 .4 .3 .4

.5 ^4 ^4 ^3 ^2 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .6 ^6 ^6 ^3 ^3 .3 ^2 ^3 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .6 ^6 ^6 ^3 ^3 .3

1 2

^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 .4 ^3 .6 ^6 .6

116. MEDLEY POLKAS BROWN JUG POLKA: Little Brown Jug, Andrew’s Polka, Jenny Lind polkas)Little Brown JugHeel & Toe Polka

= 140

42

B E F# B B B E F# B B1 2 1 2

.4 .5 .5 ^4 ^5 ^5 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 .6 .7 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 ^5 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 .6

Andrew’s Polka

42

E B7 E B7 E E B E

.3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .4 ^4 ^3 ^3 .4 .3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4

B7 E B E B7 E

^4 ^3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 .3 .3 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3 ^2 .3 ^3 .3

Jenny Lind Polka

42

B E B F#7 B B E B F#7 B B

.5 .4 .5 ^4 ^5 .5 .7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 .6 ^6 .4 .5 ^4 ^5 .5 .7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .5 .8 .8 .7 .6 .7

F#7 B F#7 B

.8 .8 .7 .6 .7 ^8 ^8 ^7 ^6 ^7 ^8 ^8 ^7 ^6 ^7 ^9 ^9 .7 .6 .7 .8 .8 .7 .6 .7 ^8 ^7 ^6 ^7 .6 .6 −

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= 180

42

.6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .3 [^3] ^2 .3 .3 .3 .4 .5 .4 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .3 [^3] .3 ^2 ^3 [3 ^3] ^2 .3 .3 .5 .4 .5 ^5 ^6

1 2

.6 .5 .4 .3 .3 .4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] .3 ^2 ^3 [3 ^3] ^2 .3 .3 .3 .3

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180. MEDLEY JIGS COUNTRY BUMPKIN: Irish Stew, Saddle the Pony, Shandon Bells, Life is All ChequeredIrish stew

86

.2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .6 .3 ^3 .4 .3 ^3 .6 ^6 .6 .5 .4 .3 ^3 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .6 .3 ^3 .4 .3 ^3 .6 ^6 .6 .5 .4 .3

^3 .4 ^3 .3 .6 ^6 .6 .5 .4 .3 .6 ^6 .6 .5 .4 .3 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .3

^3 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .6

Saddle The Pony

86

E B7 E B7 E B7 C#m A B7 E

.3 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .4 .3 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^3 ^2 .2 ^3 ^2 .2 .3 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .4 .3 .3 .3

C#m B E C#m G#m C#m C#m A B7

^5 ^6 ^5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 ^6 ^5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 .5 ^5 ^6 ^5 ^5 .5 .4 ^5 ^6 ^5 ^5 .5 .4 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3

E

.4 .3 .3 .3

Shandon Bells (Cluig Sean−duin)

86

B C#m F#7 B E F#7

^5 .5 .4 .3 .3 .4 .5 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^4 ^3 ^3 .4 .5 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .4 .3 .3 .4 .5 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 ^6 .5

B B F#7 B E F#7

.6 − ^8 .7 .6 − ^7 .6 .7 .8 .8 .8 .7 .6 ^6 .5 .5 ^7 .5 .5 ^6 ^5 ^6 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 .6 − ^7 .6 .7 .8 .8 .8 .7 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 ^6 .5

B

.6 −

Life is All Chequered

86

.3 .5 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .4 .5 .4 .4 .4 .6 .5 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .4 .3 [^3 ^3 ^3] .6 .5 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .4 .5 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .4

.3 [^3 ^3 ^3] .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .7 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 .3 [^3 ^3 ^3]

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86

B G#m B B B B G#m F# B G#m B B B B G#m B B B

.6 ^7 .7 .6 ^5 .5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^5 .5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .7 .8 .8 ^8 .7

E E B B E F# B B E E B F# B B

^8 ^9 ^9 .8 ^8 .7 .8 .8 ^8 .7 ^8 .7 ^8 ^7 .7 .8 .8 ^8 .7 ^8 ^9 ^9 .8 ^8 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 .6

Herb’s Jig

86

.2 .2 .3 .3 .4 ^3 .3 .3 ^5 .5 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^3 ^3 .3 [^3] .2 .3 .3 .4 ^3 .3 .3 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .4 .5

.6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .4 .5 .6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3

Rum Rebellion

86

.5 .3 ^3 .4 .5 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .3 ^3 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 .3 ^3 .4 .5 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .3 ^3 .4 .4 ^4 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .5

.6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .6 .6 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .5 ^5 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .6 .6

Garryowen

86

.6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^4 .4 .4 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^3 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^4 .4 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .4

^3 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .5 .4 .5 .4 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 ^4 ^5 ^4 ^5 ^4 ^5 ^6 .3 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .4

.4 ^3 .4 ^3

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48182. MEDLEY JIGS FLYING PIEMAN:Flying Pieman, Kesh Jig, Tripping Upstairs)Flying Pieman (see above)

The Kesh Jig

86

E E B B E E C#m E E E B B E E

.3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .5 .6 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .5 .6 .5 .4

B E B E E E C#m E E E B B E E C#m E1 2

^3 .3 ^2 .3 .2 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .4 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .5

E B E E

.6 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 .6 .6 .6

Tripping Upstairs

86

B E B F#7 B E B E B

.5 .4 .5 .5 ^4 ^5 ^5 .4 .5 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .4 .5 .5 ^4 ^5 ^5 .4 .5 .6 .7 ^7 .6

F#7 B G#m F# G#m

^6 ^5 ^6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .7 ^7 .6 .6 ^5 ^5 .7 ^5 ^5 .6 ^5 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .5 .5 ^7 .5 .5 ^6 ^5 ^6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 ^5 .7 ^5 ^5

F# F#7 B

^6 .5 .5 ^7 .5 .5 ^6 ^5 ^6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .7 ^7 .6

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= 134

86

C#m B C#m B

^3 .4 ^4 ^3 ^3 .6 ^3 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .3 .3 .5 .5 .6 ^6 .6 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 ^3 ^5 ^3 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 .5 ^4 ^3

C#m

^4 ^3 ^3 ^3

Saddle The Pony

86 3

E B7 E B7 E B7 C#m A B7

[3 ^3] ^2 .3 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .4 .3 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^3 ^2 .2 ^3 ^2 .2 .3 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3

E C#m B E C#m G#m C#m C#m

.4 .3 .3 .3 ^5 ^6 ^5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 ^6 ^5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 .5 ^5 ^6 ^5 ^5 .5 .4 ^5 ^6 ^5 ^5 .5 .4

A B7 E

^5 .6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .4 .3 .3 .3

Swallow’s Nest (above)

The Kesh Jig

86

E B A E A B E B A E

.2 .3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^3 ^3 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .5 .6 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .5 .6 .5 .4

B E B E E A B C#m B E B A B1 2

^3 .3 ^2 .3 .2 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .4 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .5

E B7 C#m E

.6 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 .6 .6 .6

Swallow’s Nest again

Haste to the Wedding

86

B E B E F#7 B E B B F#7

.5 .5 ^5 .5 .5 .8 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .5 .4 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .5 .5 .8 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^5 .5 ^8 .7 .8 .7

E B E B B E B E F#7 B1 2

.6 ^7 .6 .6 ^5 .6 ^7 .6 .6 .8 .8 .8 .7 .8 .8 .7 .8 ^9 ^8 ^9 ^9 ^8 ^9 .8 .7 .8 .8 .7 .8 ^8 .7 ^8 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 .7

E B F# E B1 2

^7 .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^5 .5 ^8 .7 .8 .7 .6 ^7 .6 .6 .8 .6 ^7 .6 .6 .5

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Smash the Windows

86

B E B F# B E F# B

.6 .3 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .6 .7 ^7 ^6 .5 ^4 ^5 .4 .5 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .6 .7 ^7 ^6 .5 ^5 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 − .8

B F# B E B E B F# B

.8 ^8 .6 .7 .5 .8 .8 ^8 .7 ^8 ^7 ^6 ^7 .5 ^8 ^8 .7 ^7 .7 .6 ^8 ^7 .8 ^8 .7 ^9 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .4 .3 .8

F# B E B E B F#7

.8 ^8 .7 .7 ^7 .6 .5 .6 .7 .8 ^8 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 ^7 ^6 .5 .5 ^6 ^7 ^8 .7 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^8 .7 ^7 .8 ^8 .7 ^9 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .5 ^5 ^6

B

.6 −

186. WILLOW TREE, Blarney Pilgrim, Merrily Kiss the Quaker’s Wife)Merrily Kiss the Quaker’s Wife

BB&S

A

86

E A E B E A E B E

.2 .3 ^3 .4 .2 .4 ^4 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 [3 ^3] .3 ^3 ^3 .2 .3 ^3 .4 .2 .4 ^4 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 [3 ^3] .3 −

BE A E A E B E A E A E B E

^3 .4 .3 .3 ^3 .3 .3 .4 .3 .3 ^3 .3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 [3 ^3] .3 ^3 ^3 ^3 .4 .3 .3 ^3 .3 .3 .4 .3 .3 ^3 .3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 [3 ^3] .3 −

CE B E B E B E B A E E B E

.5 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .6 .6 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 ^7 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 [3 ^3] .3 −

Blarney Pilgrim

86

E B E B C#m B E B E B

[3 ^3 .3 .3 ^3] .3 ^3 .3 ^3 .7 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 [^3] .3 [^3] ^3 .3 [^3 .3] [3 ^3 .3 .3 ^3] .3 ^3 .3 ^3 .7 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 [^3]

C#m B E C#m B C#m E B E E B E E C#m

.3 [^3 .3 .3] .5 ^5 .5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .3 [^3] .5 ^5 .5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .4 [^3] .4 .3 ^3 .3 [^3]

B E B E B E B C#m E B E B C#m B

.3 ^3 .3 .3 ^7 .2 .4 .2 ^3 .2 ^3 .7 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 [^3] .3 [^3] ^3 .3 [^3 .3] ^3 .2 .4 .2 ^3 .2 ^3 .7 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 [^3]

E B

.3 [^3 .3 .3]

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Air:Unknown, Harmony and bass Laurie Griffiths = 120

86

B B B F#7 F#7 C#m F#7 C#m F#7 C#m F#7

.5 ^4 .4 .5 .5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .6 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 ^5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 ^5 .6 ^6 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5

86

.7 .7 ^7 .6 .7 .7 ^7 .6 .7 ^8 .8 ^8 ^8 .7 ^7 ^8 ^8 .7 ^7 ^8 ^8 .7 ^7 .5 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6

86

− − − − − − − − − − − − − −

B F#7 B B B F#7 F#7 C#m F#7 C#m F#7 C#m

.5 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .7 .6 ^5 .5 .7 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 ^5 .6

.6 .6 .7 .7 ^7 .6 .7 .7 ^7 .6 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 ^8 .7 ^7 ^8 ^8 .7 ^7 ^8 ^8 .7 ^7

− − − − − − − − − − − − − −

F#7 B B B B C#m C#m F#7 F#7

^6 ^5 .5 .7 ^7 .6 .6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .6 ^7 .7 .7 .7 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 ^5 ^6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^6

.5 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .7 .6 .6 .6 .5 .6 .7 .7 .7 .6 .7 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 ^7 ^7 ^7 ^7 .7 ^8 ^8 ^8 ^8 ^7

− − − − − − − − − − − − − − − −

F#7 B B B B C#m C#m F#7 F#7

^6 ^5 .5 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .6 ^7 .7 .7 .7 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 ^5 ^6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^6 ^7 ^6 ^5 .5

^8 .7 ^7 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .6 .6 .6 .5 .6 .7 .7 .7 .6 .7 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 ^7 ^7 ^7 ^7 .7 ^8 ^8 ^8 ^8 ^7

− − − − − − − − − − − − − − − −

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52F#7 B

^6 ^5 .5 .7 ^7 .6 −

^8 .7 ^7 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 −

− − − −

The Hogmanay

86

E B7 E E G#m C#m B7 C#m B B

.3 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3 ^3] ^2 .3 ^2 ^2 .3 ^3 [^3 .3 .3] .2 ^2 ^3 .5 [^6] .5

86

− − − − − − − − − − − − − − −

B7 E E B7 E E G#m C#m B7 C#m B B7 E

^4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^4 .4 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3 ^3] ^2 ^2 ^2 .3 ^3 [^3 .3 .3] .2 ^2 ^3 ^4 ^3 .3 .2 .3 ^3

− − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − −

E B7 C#m G#m C#m B F#m C#m B E B7 C#m B E B7 C#m G#m

.4 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3] − [3 ^3] ^2 [3 .3] ^2 ^3 ^4 ^4 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 .3 .3 ^2 .3 ^2 [^3] ^2 [^3] .2 − .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^2

− − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − −

C#m B F#m C#m B7 E B B7 E

[^3] − [3 ^3] ^2 [3 .3] ^2 ^3 ^4 ^4 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 .3 .3 [3 ^3 .3 .3 ^3] ^2 .3

− − − − − − − − − − −

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King of the Cannibal Islands = 140

86

B E B C#m F# B E B G#m F# F#7 B B

.7 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 .5 ^5 ^4 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .6 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 ^7 .7 .7 .7 .6 ^7

C#m G#m C#7 F#7 B F# E B

.7 .7 .7 .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^8 .7 ^7 ^7 ^7 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .6 ^7 .6 ^5 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^1 ^5 ^6 .6 .5

F# E B C#m F# F#7 B

.6 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 ^7 ^7 ^7 ^7 ^7 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 .8 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .5

Winster Galop[

42

E B E A E B7 E E

.3 .4 .4 .3 .4 .3 .4 .5 ^3 ^4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 ^4 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5

A B B B7 E

.6 ^6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 ^6 ^5 .5 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 ^3 ^4 .4 .3 .3

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54211. STRIP THE WILLOW, Athol Highlanders)Athol Highlanders

= 134

86

Gb Db7 Gb Abm Db7 Gb Db7 Gb Cb Db7 Gb

.4 ^8 .8 .8 .7 .6 .8 .7 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 .8 .7 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .8 .8 .7 .6 .8 .7 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 .9 .8 ^9 .8 ^8 .7 ^8 .7 .6

Gb Cb Gb Abm Db7 Gb Cb Gb Cb

.8 .6 .7 .8 .6 .7 .8 .6 ^8 ^9 .6 ^8 ^9 .6 .7 .8 .6 .7 .8 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .7 .8 .6 .7 .8 .6 ^8 ^9 .6 ^8 ^9 .8 .9 .8 ^9 .8 ^8

Db7 Gb Gb Abm Db7 Gb

.7 ^8 .7 .6 .8 .6 .8 .8 .8 ^8 .7 .9 .8 .8 .8 ^8 .7 .9 .8 .8 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .6 .8 .8 .8 ^8 .7 .9 .8 .8 .8 ^8 .7

Cb Db7 Gb Gb Cb Gb Fb Gb

.9 .8 .8 ^9 .8 ^8 .7 ^8 ^7 .6 ^7 .4 .6 .7 .7 .6 .7 ^8 ^7 ^8 ^8 ^7 ^8 .7 .6 .7 .7 .6 .7 ^7 (^4) ^7 ^7 ^6 ^7 .4 .6 .7 .7 .6 .7

Cb Gb Cb Db7 Gb

^8 .7 ^8 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 .9 .8 ^9 .8 ^8 .7 ^8 ^7 ^6 .5 .5 .4 .3 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .5 .5 .4 .3

.5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .6 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 .3 .3 .3 .4 .5 .3 .4 .5 .3 ^4 ^5 .3 ^4 ^5 .3 .4 .5 .3 .4 .5 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3

.3 .4 .5 .3 .4 .5 .3 ^4 ^5 .3 ^4 ^5 .5 .6 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 .3 .3 .6 .5 .5 ^4 .4 .6 .5 .5 ^4 .4 .6 .5 .5 ^4 .4

^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .6 .5 .5 ^4 .4 .6 .5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .6 .5 ^5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 .3 .3 .4 .3 .4 .4 .3 .4 ^4 ^3 ^4 ^4 ^3 ^4 .4

.3 .4 .4 .3 .4 ^3 ^2 ^3 ^3 ^2 ^3 .4 .3 .4 .4 .3 .4 ^4 ^3 ^4 ^4 ^3 ^4 .5 .6 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 .3

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55215. SET DANCE: EVENING THREE STEP, WASHINGTON POST, Liberty BellLiberty Bell

= 120

86

E A F#m B B7 E B E

.4 .4 .4 [^1] .4 .6 .5 .5 .4 ^4 ^4 ^4 .5 ^5 − ^4 ^3 ^3 ^3 [1] ^3 ^2 ^5 ^5 ^4 .4 .4 .4 ^4 .5 − .5 .4 .4 .4 [^1] .4

F#7 B7 F#7 B B7 B E A B7

.7 .6 .6 .5 [^6] ^7 ^7 ^7 ^7 − .6 ^6 ^7 ^7 [[^10]] ^7 ^5 ^7 ^7 [[^10]] ^7 .5 [^6] .5 [^6] .5 .5 .4 [^1] .4 .4 .3 [^3] ^3

E B7 E F#7 B7 A G#7 A G# A E B7 E E7

.3 − .3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^6 ^5 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 − .5 ^5 ^5 ^5 ^1 ^5 ^6 ^6 .6 .6 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 − .7 ^7 .6 ^5 ^4 .4 .3 ^3 ^2 .3

A E7 E A

.4 ^4 [^6] .5 .7 .7 .7 .1 .7 .7 .5 .4 ^4 [^6] .5 ^4 ^8 ^8 .7 ^8 ^8 .7 ^8 ^8 .7 ^7 (^1) ^7 .5 [^6] .5 .7 .1 .7 .5 [^6] .5

E B7 E7 A E7 E

^6 ^7 .6 ^7 ^5 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 ^6 .5 ^5 ^4 .5 .4 ^4 [^6] .5 .7 .7 .7 .1 .7 .7 .5 .4 ^4 [^6] .5 ^8 ^8 ^8 .7 ^8 ^8 .7 ^7 (^1)

A D E7 A

^7 .5 [^6] .5 .7 .1 .7 .5 [^6] .5 ^5 ^8 .7 .6 ^7 ^6 .6 .6 −

225. Roaring Jelly

86

.5 .3 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .6 .7 ^7 ^6 .5 ^4 ^5 .4 .5 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .6 .7 ^7 ^6 .5 ^5 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 − .8

.5 .7 .7 .6 .5 .7 .7 .6 .5 .6 .7 .8 ^8 .7 ^4 ^7 ^7 ^6 .5 ^6 ^7 ^8 .7 ^7 .4 ^7 .6 ^8 .7 ^7 .8 ^8 .7 ^9 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .6 ^6

.6 −

230. Barrett’s Half Century

86

.3 ^3 .5 .6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 ^2 [^3 .3] .3 ^3 .5 .6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 ^4 .4

^3 .4 ^3 .3 .6 .6 .7 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 ^6 ^5 .5 .6 .6 .7 .8 .7 ^7 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 ^4 .4

^3 .4 ^3 .3

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56231. Tobin’s FavouriteTrad, arr Phil Rowe

86

B F#7 B E F# F#7 B F#7

.4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 ^6 .5 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^8 ^7 ^6 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 ^6 .5 ^6 .6 ^7

B F#7 F#7 B B F# F#7 B E F# F#7

.7 ^8 .8 .7 ^8 ^7 ^6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 .7 ^7 .6 .7 .8 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^8 ^7 ^6 .5 ^4 .4 ^3

B F#7 B F#7 F#7 B

.3 .4 .5 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 ^6 .5 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 .7 ^8 ^7 ^6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6

233. The Belfast AlmanacCumberland Reel Jig

86

E B7 E E B7 B7 E C#m F#m B7 A B7 E

.2 .3 .3 ^2 [^3 .3] [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 .4 .3 ^4 ^3 .4 .3 ^4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 [^3 ^3] ^3 .4 .3 ^2 [^3 .3] [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 ^2 .2 .3 −

E B7 E E7 A E A E A B7 E

.5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .6 .4 .4 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^5 ^5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .5 [3 .3] [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 ^2 .2 .3 −

235. Cunnamulla Stocking Jig

86

.6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3

244. The Devil Among the TaylorsTrad, arr Phil Rowe

86

Gb Cb Gb Abm Gb Abm Db7

.4 ^3 .3 .4 .3 .4 .3 .4 .5 .4 .5 .6 .5 .6 ^5 .6 ^5 ^4 ^5 ^4 .5 .6 .5 .4 .5 .4 ^4 ^5 ^4 ^3 ^4 ^3 .4 .5 .4 .3 .4 .3 ^3 ^4 ^3 − ^3 −

Gb Gb Db7 Gb Db7 Gb Gb

.3 .3 .3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .5 ^4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .4 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 .4 .4 ^4 .4

Gb Db Db7 Gb Cb Gb Abm

.5 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 ^3 − .5 .3 .4 .3 .4 .3 .4 .5 .4 .5 .6 .5 .6 ^5 .6 ^5 ^4 ^5 ^4 .5 .6 .5 .4 .5 .4 ^4 ^5 ^4 ^3 ^4 ^3

Gb Abm Db7 Gb

.4 .5 .4 .3 .4 .3 ^3 ^4 ^3 − ^3 − .3 .3

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57245. Go to the Devil and Shake YourselfEF

86

B E B B F#/a+ G#m F#7 B E B B F#7

.5 .5 .6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .5 .4 .5 .5 .6 .6 .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^5 ^5 .5 .5 .6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .5 .4 .5 .6 .7 .6 ^7 ^8 ^7

B F#7 B E C#m C#7 F#7 B E B

.7 .6 .6 .6 .7 ^8 .8 .7 .6 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^8 .8 ^9 ^8 ^7 ^7 .7 ^7 ^6 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 .6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .5 .4 .5

B F#7 B

.6 .7 .6 ^7 ^8 ^7 .7 .6 .6 .6

247. Bride’s Favorite, O’Brien’s Jig)

86

E E B F#m E E E B F#m

.2 .3 .4 ^3 .4 .3 .4 .5 .6 .5 .4 ^3 ^2 .5 ^4 ^3 ^2 .3 .4 .5 .6 .5 .4 .3 .4 ^3 .4 .3 .4 .5 .6 .5 .4 ^3 ^2 .5 ^4 ^3 ^2

4

B E E B E E G#m C#m E B E F#m

^3 .3 ^2 .3 .5 .6 ^6 ^7 .6 .5 .4 .3 .4 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 .5 .4 .3 .4 .5 ^4 ^3 .5 ^4 ^3 ^2

B E E A E E B E E B C#m G#m F# G#m

^3 .3 ^2 .3 .2 .3 .4 .5 .6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .6 ^6 ^7 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 .6 .7 ^7 ^6 ^7 .6 ^5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 [^6] .5 ^5 ^6

E

.6 ^7 ^6 .6

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259. John of Paris (Ninety−Five)Trad

= 110

86

E A C#m E F#m B E B E

.5 ^4 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .4 .5 .4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .3 .3 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .5 .5 [^6] ^4

A C#m E F#m B E F#m E

.4 .4 .4 ^3 .4 .5 .4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .3 .3 .3 .2 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 .3 .3 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5

C#m E C#m E C#m A E F#m E B E

^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^5 ^5 ^4 .3 .5 .5 .5 .4 .3 ^4 ^3 .4 .3 ^3 ^2 .2 ^5 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .4 .5 .4 .4 ^3 .4

A C#m E F#m B E F#m E

^4 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .3 .3 ^2 .2 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 .3 .3

260. Jockey to the FairMcCuskers

86

E E E F#m B F#7 B C#m F#7

.2 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .4 .3 ^2 .3 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 [^6] .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 ^6 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^3 .4 [^6]

B7 B A E E A E A E

.5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 ^6 .5 ^7 ^6 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 .6 .5 .5 .6 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5

A B C#m B7/d+ E A E AEm B E B E

^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 .4 .3 [^3 .3] .3 ^3 .3 .3 .4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 .4 .6 .4 ^3 .3 .3

261. Ride a Cock horse to Banbury CrossTrad

= 200

86

.5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .6 ^6 .6 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 ^3 ^3 .5 .6 ^6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 ^6

.6 .6 .4 .4 − ^3 .4 ^4 ^5 .5 − ^4 .4 ^3 − ^3 .4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3

262. Oh Dear What Can the Matter Be?Bacon (the common song tune) (English)

A.(AB)2n

= 300

86

.5 .4 ^4 .5 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .6 .5 .4 .3 ^4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .5 .4 ^4 .5 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .6 .5 .4 .3 [^3] ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2

.3 .3 .5 .5 .5 .4 .6 .5 .4 .3 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .5 .5 .5 .4 .6 .5 .4 .3 [^3] ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 .3

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59263. Life on the Ocean Wave, ATrad

= 200

86

.2 .3 ^2 .3 .3 ^3 .4 − ^3 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 − .2 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 − .5 ^5 .5 ^4 ^3 .4 − .2 .3 ^2 .3 .3 ^3 .4 .4 .3

.4 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 ^3 .5 ^3 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 ^3 .3 .3 ^2 [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 .4 − .3 [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 .4 − ^3

.4 ^3 .4 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^4 .2 .3 ^2 .3 .3 ^3 .4 − ^3 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 − .2 ^3 .3 ^3 ^3 .2

^3 .3 ^3 ^3 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3

264. Cock o’ the NorthTrad.

86

G#m G#m B G#m G#m G#m C#m C#m G#m G#m B G#m G#m C#m G#m G#m

^3 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .3

G#m G#m C#m C#m B G#m B G#m G#m C#m G#m G#m

.6 .5 ^5 .5 .6 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 .6 .5 ^5 .5 .6 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .3

265. Lilliburlero

86

.3 ^3 .3 .4 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 ^4 .4 .5 .3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 .6 ^6 .6 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .5

^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 .6 .3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3

266. ColleenBarber−Riley

= 140

86

E E B A B F#m B E E E

.2 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .2 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 − .2 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^2 [^3] .2 − .2 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .2

B A E E E E E E E F#m E1 2

^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 − .2 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 ^4 [^3] ^2 .3 .2 .3 .4 ^4 .5 − ^5 .5 − ^5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 ^3 .3 .2

B E B E E E F#m E F#m G#m E

^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^2 .2 .4 ^4 .5 − ^5 .5 − ^5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 ^3 .3 .2 [^3 ^3] ^3 .3 ^2 .5 .5 .5 .5 ^4 [^3] ^2

E E1 2

.3 .4 ^4 .3 −

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279. Drops of Brandy (in D)

89

.5 ^4 .4 .3 .4 .4 .3 .4 .5 ^4 .4 .3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .5 ^4 .4 .3 .4 .4 .3 .4 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .6 .5 .4 .6 .5 .4

.3 .4 .5 .6 .5 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .6 .5 .4 .6 .5 .4 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3

280. Drops of Brandy (in G)

89

.5 ^4 .4 .3 .4 .4 .3 .4 .5 ^4 .4 .3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .5 ^4 .4 .3 .4 .4 .3 .4 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .6 .5 .4 .6 .5 .4

.3 .4 .5 .6 .5 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .6 .5 .4 .6 .5 .4 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3

281. Foxhunter, the

89

.4 ^4 .4 .4 .3 ^4 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 .4 .3 ^3 .4 .4 ^4 .4 .4 .3 ^4 ^5 ^5 .4 .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^5 ^6 ^5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5

^5 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .7 ^8 .7 .7 .6 ^8 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 .7 .6 ^7 .6 .7 ^8 .7 .7 .6 ^8 ^9

.8 .7 .6 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .5 ^5 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .3 .3 .4 ^3 .3

284. Rocky Road To Dublin, theToby Bennett

89

F#m E F#m E F#m E F#m E F#m E F#m

^3 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 [^3] ^3 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3

F#m E C#m G#m C#m E F#m E F#m E F#m E

[^3] ^3 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^7 ^7 ^6 .6 .7 ^5 ^7 ^7 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^7 ^7 ^6 .6 ^5

E F#m E F#m E C#m G#m C#m E

.5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^7 ^7 ^6 .6 .7 ^5 ^7 ^7 ^6 .6 ^5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5

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61287. Merrily Kiss the Quaker

812

.2 .3 ^3 .4 .2 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 .3 [^3] .3 ^3 .4 [3 ^3] .3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^3 .3 [^3] .3 ^3 .4 .2 .4 ^4 ^3 ^3 .3 [^3]

.3 ^3 .4 [3 ^3] .3 .3 ^3 .4 .3 .3 ^3 .3 .3 .4 .3 .3 ^3 .3 [^3] .3 ^3 .4 [3 ^3] .3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .3 .3 ^3 .3 .3 .4 .3 .3 ^3 .3 [^3]

.3 ^3 .4 [3 ^3] .3 .3 .4 .5 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .6 ^6 .6 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3

.3 ^3 .4 [3 ^3] .3 .3

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288. MEDLEY REELS: Turkey in the Straw, St Anne’s Reel, Pinch of SnuffTurkey in the Straw

= 220

44

E B7 E

.4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .3 [2] − [3 ^3 .3 .2 .3] .3 ^3 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .3 [2] − [3 ^3 .3 .2 .3] .3 ^3

B7 E A E B E B

.4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .5 .4 .5 .4 .5 .5 .4 .5 .4 .5 .5 ^4 ^5 ^4 ^5 ^5 ^4 ^5 ^4 ^5 ^5 .6 .6 .5 .5 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3

E B7 E

.4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3

St Anne’s Reel

44

.7 ^7 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .3 .5 .4 .5 ^5 ^4 ^5 ^3 ^5 ^4 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .3 .5 .4 .5 .7 ^7 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .3 .5 .4 .5

^5 ^7 .6 ^6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 .6 ^7 .7 .7 ^7 .7 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 ^8 .7 ^8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 ^7 ^9 .8 .8 ^9 .8 .8 ^8

.7 .7 ^7 .7 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 ^8 .7 ^8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 .6 ^6 .6

A Pinch of Snuff

44

.4 .3 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .3 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3 .4 .3 .4 ^3 .3 ^4 .5 ^5 ^4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .4 ^5 .4 .5 .4 .3 .4 .5 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3

.3 .4 .5 .4 ^5 .4 .5 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3 .4 .3 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .3 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3 .4 .3 .4 ^3 .3 ^4 .5 ^5 ^4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3

.3 .4 .5 .4 ^5 .4 .5 .4 .3 .4 .5 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .4 ^5 .4 .5 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3 .7 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^7

.7 .6 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 .7 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^8 .8 ^9 ^8 ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 .6 .7 .8 .7 ^9 .7 .8 .7 .6 .7 .8 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 .6 .7 .8 .7 ^9 .7 .8 .7

^8 .8 ^9 ^8 ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 .7 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 .6 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 .7 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^8 .8 ^9 ^8 ^7 .7 ^8 ^7

.6 .7 .8 .7 ^9 .7 .8 .7 .6 .7 .8 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 .6 .7 .8 .7 ^9 .7 .8 .7 ^8 .8 ^9 ^8 ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 .7 .7 ^7 .6 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .4 .5 .4

.3 .4 .5 ^5 (^4) .5 ^4 ^3 ^3 (^4) ^3 ^4 ^3

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63289. WillafjordTrad Shetland (Shetland)

= 200

44

B E B C#m F#7 B E

^5 .5 .3 .5 − .3 .4 .5 ^5 ^4 ^5 − .3 ^4 ^5 .5 .3 .5 − .3 .4 .5 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .5 .3 .5 − .3 .4 .5 ^5 ^4 ^5 − .3 ^4 ^5

F#7 B B C#m E B C#m F#7

.5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 .7 .6 .6 ^7 .7 .6 .7 − .5 .6 .7 ^8 ^7 .8 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .7 .6 .7 − .5 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 ^7

B C#m E F#7 B

.7 .6 .7 − .5 .6 .7 ^8 ^7 .8 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 .7 .6 .6

290. Drowsy Maggie

C#m C#m B C#m C#m B C#m1 2

^3 ^5 ^3 .6 ^3 ^5 ^3 ^3 ^5 ^3 .5 .4 .3 .4 ^3 ^5 ^3 .6 ^3 ^5 ^3 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .4 .3 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .4 .5

B B F# B E B F# B

.6 .7 .6 ^6 ^7 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 .7 ^8 ^7 .6 .7 .6 ^6 ^7 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .4 .5 .6 .7 .6 ^6 ^7 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 .7 ^8

B E F# E

.8 .7 ^8 ^7 .7 .6 ^7 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .4 .3

291. The Merry BlacksmithTrad.

44

B E F# B

.5 .6 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .5 ^5 .6 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .5 ^5 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 ^7 ^7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .6 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .5 ^5 .6 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5

E F# B B E F#

.5 ^5 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .7 ^8 .8 .8 ^8 .7 .7 ^7 .6 .6 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .5 ^5 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 ^7 ^7 ^8 .7 ^7

B E F# B

.8 ^9 .8 ^8 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .5 ^5 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .3

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1

3

E B E

.2 .3 .2 .3 .4 .5 .3 .4 .5 .4 ^5 .4 .5 .4 ^3 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .4 .5 .4 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 [^3 .3 ^3] .3 .2 .3 .4 .5 .3 .4

.3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3

3

B E E F#m

.5 .4 ^5 .4 .5 .4 ^3 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .4 .3 .2 .4 .6 .6 ^6 .6 .5 ^5 .6 ^7 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 ^7 ^7 .6 ^7 ^5 .6

.4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^2 .3 .3 .5 ^4 .4 .3 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 ^5 .5 ^4

3

E B E

^7 .7 .6 ^7 .6 ^5 .6 .5 .6 .6 ^6 .6 .5 ^5 .6 ^7 .6 ^7 .6 ^5 .6 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .4 .3

^3 ^5 .5 ^4 .3 .5 ^4 .4 .3 .5 ^4 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3

Variations

3

.3 .4 .2 .3 .4 .2 .3 .4 .5 .6 ^5 .4 .5 .4 ^3 .4 .5 .3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 .6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .4 .3 [^3 .3 ^3] .3 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .4

3

.5 .4 ^5 .4 .5 .4 ^3 .4 .5 .3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .4 .3 .5 .6 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 ^5 .6 .7 ^7 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .6

3

^5 ^7 ^7 .6 ^7 .6 ^5 .6 ^7 .6 .7 .6 ^7 .6 ^5 .6 .5 .6 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 ^5 .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^7 .6 ^5 .6 .5 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5

.5 .4 ^3 .4 .3 .3 .5 ^4 .4 .3 .5 ^4 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3

293. Corn RigsTrad

.5 .6 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .5 .6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .8 .8 .5 .6 .6 ^7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .5

^5 ^6 .6 ^5 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .6 .6 .5 .6 .8 .7 .8 ^6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .5 .6 .8 .7 ^8 ^7 .7 .6 .8 .8 .5 .6 .8 ^9 .8 ^8 .7

^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .6 .6

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65294. Jack Broke Da Prison DoorTrad Shetland

= 240

44

E (C#m) (F#m) B E (C#m) B(Am) B1 2

.3 .4 .3 .4 .5 .4 .3 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 .5 .4 ^3 .4 .3 .4 .3 .4 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3 .3 ^3] ^2 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3 .3] .3

E E B E (C#m) (F#m) (B) (F#m) (B)1 2

.6 .6 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .6 .6 .5 ^5 ^7 ^7 ^6 .6 .6 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3 .3] .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3 .3]

295. Jack Broke Da Prison Door (Malarkey)Trad Shetland

= 240

44

E (C#m) (F#m) B E (C#m) B(Am) B1 2

[3 ^3] ^2 .3 .4 .3 .4 .5 .4 .3 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 .5 .4 ^3 .4 .3 .4 .3 .4 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] − [3 ^3] ^2 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3 .3] .3

E E B E (C#m) (F#m) (B) (F#m) (B)1 2

.6 .6 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .6 .6 .5 ^5 ^7 ^7 ^6 .6 .6 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3 .3] .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3]

296. The Traveller

3

.3 .4 .3 .5 .3 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^4 .5 .6 .5 ^5 .6 .5 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 ^3 .2 ^2 .3 .4 .3 .5 .3 .4 .3

31 2

^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^4 .5 .6 .5 ^5 .6 .5 .4 ^4 ^3 ^2 ^3 .3 .2 ^4 ^3 ^2 ^3 .3 .5 .6 .5 .6 ^5 .6 .5 .6 .6 .7 .6 ^7 .6 ^5 ^6

3

1

.6 .5 .6 ^5 .6 .5 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 ^3 .2 .6 .5 .6 ^5 .6 .5 .6 .6 .7 .6 ^7 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^7 .6 ^5 ^6

3

2

^5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 .4

297. Spey in Spate, theJ. Scott Skinner (Scotland)

= 140

44

E F#m E

.3 .4 .3 .2 .3 .4 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 [^6] .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3 [^3] ^3 ^4 ^5 ^8 ^7 ^6 .5 ^4 ^3 ^2 ^3 .3 .4 .3 .2 .3 .4 .5

C#m F#m E E G#m1 2

.6 .3 ^6 .3 ^5 .3 .5 .7 ^8 ^7 .7 .6 ^7 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 ^3 .3 [3 ^3] ^2 .5 .4 ^4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .5 ^6 ^6 ^7 ^6 .5 .6 .4 .5

E F#m B E

.3 .4 .5 .6 .7 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 ^7 ^8 ^7 ^5 ^7 ^4 ^5 ^2 ^3 .5 ^6 ^7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .6 .7 .6 .5 .6 .4 .5 .3 .4 .5 .6 .7 .8 ^8 .7

F#m E

^8 ^7 .7 .6 ^7 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 ^3 .3

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44

3

E E E E F#m E F#m G#m B E1 2

.2 .3 .3 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 ^5 ^4 ^3 .4 .5 .4 .3 ^3 ^4 ^3 .3 ^2 [3 ^3] ^2 ^3 ^4 ^3 ^2 .3 .5 ^5 ^6

E E E C#m F#m E F#m B B E1 2

.6 .6 ^6 .6 .5 .4 .5 .6 .3 ^6 .3 ^5 .3 .5 .3 ^4 ^5 ^4 ^3 .4 .5 .4 .3 ^3 ^4 ^3 .3 ^2 .5 ^5 ^6 ^3 ^4 ^3 ^2 .3

299. The Wind That Shakes the Barley

44

B G#m B E F#7 B

.5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 ^5 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .4

G#m B E F#7 B E B F#7 B E

.3 ^5 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .3 .4 .5 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 .7 .6 ^8 ^8 ^7 .7 .7 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 .6 .7 ^8 ^7 .7 ^8

B F#7 B E B F#7 B E F#7

.8 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 .7 .6 ^8 ^8 ^7 .7 .7 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 .7 ^9 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5

300. African Swallow

44

B B G#m B E B E F# B C#m B E E C#m

.6 ^6 .6 .5 ^5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3 .4 .5 .4 .3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^4 .5 ^5 ^4 ^3 ^5

D#m B B B E B E B E F# B B E B

.5 ^6 .6 .3 .4 .5 .4 .5 .4 ^5 ^4 .6 ^5 .5 .4 ^5 ^4 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .4 .5 .4 ^5 ^4 .6 ^5 .5 .4

E B B B

^5 ^4 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .6 .5 .4 ^3 .3

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Trad. = 250

42

E C#m B E B E E1 2

.2 .3 .3 ^3 .4 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .2 .3 ^3

E A E B E A E B E E B C#m

.4 .5 .6 ^6 ^6 ^5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 .5 .6 ^6 ^6 ^5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .5 .6 ^7 .7 ^7

E B C#m A E B E

.6 .6 ^7 ^7 .7 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .3

Yarmouth Reel

42

.5 ^4 .4 .4 ^4 ^3 ^3 .4 .3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 ^3 ^3 .5 ^4 .4 .4 ^4 ^3 ^3 .4 .3 .3 .3 ^3 .4

^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 ^2 .3 .3 .3 .5 ^4 .4 .6 ^6 ^5 ^5 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 .5 ^4 .4 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 ^3 ^3 .5 ^4

.4 .6 ^6 ^5 ^5 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 .5 ^4 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .3 .4 ^4 .5 .5 .5 .6 .5 .5 .5 .6 .5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4

^3 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .5 .5 .6 .5 .5 .5 .6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .3

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= 134

42

F# B E B F#7 B C#7 F#7 B

.5 ^3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .4 ^4 ^5 .6 ^5 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 ^2 ^2 ^5 .5 .3 .3 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .5 ^3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .4

E B F#7 B F#7 B B E B F#7 B B B B F#

^4 ^5 .6 ^5 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 ^2 ^2 ^5 .5 .3 .3 .4 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 .7 .6 ^5 .5 .5 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .7 .6 ^5 .5 [^6] .5 ^5 ^6

B B E B F#7 B B E B F#7 B B7 E B7 E

^7 .6 .6 .7 .6 ^5 .5 .5 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .7 .6 ^5 .5 [^6] .5 ^5 ^6 .6 (^4) ^5 .5 .3 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .5 .5 .5 ^5 .4 ^4

B7 E B7 E B7 E B7 E B E

^3 ^3 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .5 .5 .5 ^5 .4 ^4 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3

B7 E B7 E E

^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .5 .5 .5 ^5 .4 ^4 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .5 ^3 .4 .3

Red Wing

42

E E E E A C#m E A F#m E E F#m G#m B C#m E E

.2 .3 ^2 .3 .4 .5 .5 .4 ^4 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 ^4 .4 ^3 ^4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^3 [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^2 [^3 .3] .3 .3 ^2 .3 .4

E E A C#m E E A F#m E E F#m G#m E E C#mC#m C#m G#m E E E C#m

.5 .5 .4 ^4 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 .5 .4 ^4 ^4 .4 ^3 ^4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^3 [^3] ^2 .2 .3 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^5 ^5 ^5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .4 .5 ^5 .5

E B B C#m E E E E C#m C#m C#m G#m E E E C#m E B F#m E E C#m

.5 ^3 ^3 .5 ^5 .5 .5 .4 .3 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^5 ^5 ^5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .5 ^3 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3

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Offenbach Arr Lynn Palmer = 140

42

.5 ^7 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 .6 .7 ^8 ^9 .9 ^9 ^9 .8 .8 ^9 ^6 ^6 ^9 .8 .6 .6 .7 .7 ^7 .7 ^7 .7 ^7 .7 ^7 .5 ^7 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 .6 .7

^8 ^9 .9 ^9 ^9 .8 .8 ^9 ^6 ^6 ^9 .8 .6 .6 .7 .7 ^7 .7 ^7 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^5 .5 .8 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .7 .6 ^5 .5 [^6] .5 ^5 ^6

^7 .6 .6 .7 .6 ^5 .5 .8 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .7 .6 ^5 .5 [^6] .5 ^5 ^6 .3 ^4 .5 ^6 ^5 .5 .6 .6 .6 ^7 ^5 ^6 .5 .5

.5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .5 ^6 ^5 .5 .6 .6 .6 ^7 ^5 ^6 .5 .5 .5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .6 .5 ^5 ^4 ^4 .5 ^6 ^5 .5

.6 .6 .6 ^7 ^5 ^6 .5 .5 .5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .5 ^6 ^5 .5 .6 .6 .6 ^7 ^5 ^6 .5 .5 .5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .6 .5 ^5

^4 ^8 ^3 ^5 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 ^6 .6 .7 .8 .7 .7 ^7 ^7 .7 ^4 ^4 .7 ^7 .5 .5 ^6 ^6 ^5 ^6 ^5 ^6 ^5 ^6 ^5 ^3 ^5 ^5 ^6

^5 .5 .5 ^6 .6 .7 .8 .7 .7 ^7 ^7 .7 ^4 ^4 .7 ^7 .5 .5 ^6 ^6 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^7 ^5 ^6 .5 ^7 ^5 ^6 .5

305. Bass line for Can Can

44

− − − − − − − − − − −

− − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − −

− − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − −

− − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − −

− − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − −

− − − − − − − − − − − −

− − −

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= 120

42

E E A A E E E F#m E E A A E E E E1

.4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^5 ^4 ^5 .3 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^5 ^4 ^5 .3 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^3

E E E C#m E E F#m E C#m G#m E C#m E E F#mG#m E E2

.4 ^3 .3 .6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^2 ^3 .3 .3

Winster Galop[

42

E B E A E B7 E E

.3 .4 .4 .3 .4 .3 .4 .5 ^3 ^4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 ^4 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5

A B B B7 E

.6 ^6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 ^6 ^5 .5 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 ^3 ^4 .4 .3 .3

Walter Bulwer’s Polka #2

42

E A B7 E A B7 E

^2 .3 ^2 .3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 [^3 ^3] ^2 .3 ^3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 .3 .3 ^2 [^3 .3] .3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 [^3 ^3] ^2 .3 ^3 [3 ^3] ^2 .3 .3 .3

B E B F#7 B B E B F#7 B

^3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^3 ^2 .3 .3 [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 ^3 ^2 .3 ^3 ^3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^3 ^2 .3 .3 [^3] .3 ^2 [^3 .3]

308. MEDLEY REELS: Wiltshire Six Hand Reel, Dorset Four Hand Reels,Wiltshire Six Hand Reel

Trad = 130

44

B B B F#7 B F#7 F# F# F# B F#7 B B F#7 E

.7 .5 .6 ^7 .7 .5 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 .7 ^7 ^7 ^7 .5 ^6 .6 ^7 .5 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 ^7 .6 .6 .8 .6 .6 .6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^5

F#7 E B B F#7 E E F#7 B

^8 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 .8 .6 .6 .6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^5 ^5 ^5 ^7 ^5 ^6 .6 .6

Dorset Four Hand Reel #1

42

E A E B E A E B7 E

.4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^5 ^4 ^5 .3 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^5 ^4 ^5 .3 .4 .5 ^4 .4 .3 .3 .5

E E F#m B7 E E B7 E

.6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3 .3 .3

Dorset Four Hand Reel #2

42

Gb Cb Gb Db7 Gb Cb Db7

.5 .6 .7 .8 .9 .8 .7 .6 ^8 ^9 ^8 ^9 .6 .7 .8 .9 .8 .7 .6 ^7 .8 ^7 .8 .6 .7 .8 .9 .8 .7 .6 ^8 ^9 ^8 ^9 .8 ^10 ^9 .8 ^8 .7 ^7

Gb Gb Cb Gb Db7 Gb Cb Db7 Gb

.6 .9 .9 .7 ^8 .8 .7 .8 .7 ^9 ^8 ^9 ^8 .8 .7 .8 .7 ^7 .8 .8 .8 .8 .7 .8 .7 ^9 ^8 ^9 ^8 .8 ^10 ^9 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .9 .9

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= 240

44

Gb Db Db7 Gb

.5 .5 .6 .6 .7 .7 .8 .8 .8 .7 .8 ^9 .7 .8 ^8 .8 ^7 .5 ^6 ^6 ^7 ^7 ^8 ^8 ^10 ^9 ^10 ^9 ^9 .8 ^9 .8 .5 .6 .6 .7 .7 .8 .8

Gb7 Cb Db Cb C8 Db7 Gb G8 Abm Db

.8 .9 ^10 ^10 ^9 ^9 ^10 ^9 ^10 ^9 ^9 .8 ^9 .8 .8 .7 ^8 ^7 .6 .6 .5 .5 .6 .7 .6 .5 .6 .7 .7 ^8 .7 .7 ^7 ^7 .5 ^6 ^7 ^6

Db7 Gb Gb7 Cb Db Cb C8 Db7

.5 ^6 ^7 ^6 ^10 ^9 ^10 ^9 ^9 .8 ^9 .8 .5 .6 .7 .6 .5 .6 .7 .6 .8 .9 ^10 ^10 ^9 ^9 ^10 ^9 ^10 ^9 ^9 .8 ^9 .8 .8 ^8 .7 ^7

Gb

.6 .6

Caddam Wood

44

E B7 E1

[^6] .5 .5 .5 .5 [^6] .5 ^5 .5 .4 [3 .3 .3 .3] .3 .4 ^5 .5 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 .4 ^4 ^6 ^5 ^4 ^6 ^5 ^4 ^3 ^5 .5 [^6] .5

B7 E E B72

^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 − .5 .5 .5 .5 .4 .4 .5 .5 .5 .5 .4 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .5 [^6] ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^3 ^3 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^3 ^3

E B7

^6 ^5 ^6 ^5 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .4 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .5 [^6] ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 ^3 ^3 .5 .5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6

Columbus’s Sword

44

B F# B F# B

.3 .4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .2 ^2 ^3 .4 ^4 ^4 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 .3 .4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .2 ^2 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .3

B F# B F#

.7 .6 .7 .6 .7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 ^6 ^7 ^6 ^7 ^7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 .6 .7 .6 .7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3

B

.3 .3

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Trad

42

E E E E E E D B7 E E A

.2 .3 .3 .3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3 .3] .3 − .3 [^3 .3] .3 .3 .4 .4 .5 .5 ^5 .5 ^3 − ^3 .4 .3 .3 .3 .4 .3 .3 .3 .2 .3 ^3 .3

A E B7 E

.4 ^3 .3 [^3] .3 .3 .3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3 .3 ^3] .3 −

Didn’t He Ramble

42

B F# B B

^5 .5 .5 .5 ^5 .6 .6 ^7 .7 .7 ^7 .6 .6 ^7 .7 .7 .6 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 .7 .6 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 .5 .5 ^5 .6 .6 ^7 .7 .7 ^7 .6 .6 ^7

F# B

.7 .7 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 −

Coming in on a Wing

42

B F#7 B E F#7 B E B F#7

.5 ^5 .6 .7 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .6 − .7 ^8 .8 .8 .8 ^9 .8 .7 ^7 − .7 ^8 .8 ^9 .8 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .6 ^5 .6 .5 ^5 .6 .7 .7 ^7 .6 ^5

B

.6 −

We Shall Not Be Moved

42

E B7 B7 B7 E A E B7

.4 .4 .4 ^4 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 [1] ^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^3 .3 .3 ^2 .3 .3 [[^1]] [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 .3 [^3] .2 .3 .4 .3 .4 ^3

E A E

.3 − −

Careless Love

42

E B7 E B7 E E B7 E A

.4 .4 .3 ^2 .2 ^2 ^3 .3 − .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 − .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^1 ^5 ^4 .3 .4 ^4 .4 .3 ^2 .2 ^2 ^3 .3 −

E A

− −

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= 160

42

B F#7 B F#7 B

.6 .6 .6 ^8 .7 .8 .7 .6 .5 .5 .5 .6 ^6 ^7 ^6 .8 .6 .6 .6 ^8 .7 .8 .7 .6 ^7 ^8 ^7 ^6 .6 .6 .7 .8 .7 .6 .7 .8 .8

F#7 B F#7 B

^7 ^8 ^7 ^6 ^7 ^8 ^8 .7 .8 .7 .6 .7 .8 .8 ^7 ^8 ^7 ^6 .6 .6

Clare Jig

86

E B E A B E

^3 .4 .4 ^3 .4 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .4 .4 ^3 .4 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 − .5

E B A E E B A E B E

.6 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .6 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 ^2

Marie’s Wedding

42

B E F# B E F# B E

.5 ^5 .5 ^5 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .6 .7 ^7 .7 .8 .5 ^5 .5 ^5 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 ^4 .5 .5 .8 .8 .8 ^9 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .6

B F# B E F#

.7 ^7 .7 .8 .8 .8 .8 ^9 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 ^4 .5 .5

317. MEDLEY REELS: Glory Shines, John Brown’s BodyGlory Shines

Laurie Griffiths

44

E E E E E E B7 B7 E C#m G#

.3 ^3 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 [^3] [3 ^3 .3] − [2 .3] .3 ^3 .4 .4 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 − .5 ^4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 .4 .4 ^4

C#m F#m B7 E E

.4 .4 .3 ^3 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 ^2 .3 −

John Brown’s Body

86

E E E E A A E E E E

.5 .5 .4 .5 .6 ^7 .7 .7 .7 ^7 .6 − ^5 ^5 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 − .5 .5 .4 .5 .6 ^7

44

.6 .6 .6 .6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 − ^8 ^8 ^8 ^8 ^8 .7 .6 .6 .6 .7 .7 .7 ^7 .6 − .6 .6 .6 .6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5

G# C#m F#m B7 E E B7 E E1 2

.7 .7 .7 ^7 .6 .6 .6 ^7 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 − − − .6 ^6 .6 − − −

^1 ^6 .7 .7 .7 ^8 ^8 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .8 ^8 .7 − − −

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= 180

44

.3 [^3 .3 .3 ^3] .3 .3 ^3 .4 .3 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 [^3] ^2 [3 ^3] ^2 .3 ^3 ^2 ^4 ^2 [^3] .3 [^3] [3 .3 ^3] .3 .3 ^3

.4 .3 .4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 .3 .3 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5

.4 ^5 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .4 .5 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 .3 .3

Soldier’s Joy

44

.4 ^4 .5 .4 .3 .4 .5 .4 .3 .4 .5 .6 .6 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .3 .4 .5 .4 .3 .4 ^4 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .3 .4 .5 .4 .3 .4 .5 .6 .6 ^7

.7 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .6 .6 ^7 .7 .7 .7 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 ^7 ^7 ^8 .7 ^7 .7 .7 .7 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .7 .7 .7 .8 ^8 .7

^7 ^7 ^7 ^8 .7 ^7 .7 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .6 .6

Staten Island

44

.5 ^4 .4 .3 .4 ^4 .5 .5 .6 .7 ^7 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^4 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^4 ^3 ^3 .5 ^4 .4 .3 .4 ^4 .5 .5 .6 .7 ^7 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5

.6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 .7 .6 .6 .7 ^8 .8 .7 .8 ^8 ^7 ^8 .7 .6 .7 ^7 ^6 .5 (^4) ^6 ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 (^4) ^6 ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 .8 .7 .8 ^8 ^7 ^8

.7 .6 .7 ^7 ^6 .5 .6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 .7 .6 .6

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75OTHER REElS

324. La RusseKevin Briggs, via EF

44

E A B E B B7 E

.4 ^3 .3 .4 .4 .4 .5 .5 .5 .6 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^5 ^4 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .4 .4 .5 .5 .5 .6 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .5 ^2 .3 ^3 .3 .3

B E B F#7 B E B F#7 B

.5 .5 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .8 .8 ^8 .7 ^8 .7 ^8 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 ^8 .7 .6 .5 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .8 .8 ^8 .7 ^8 .7 ^8 ^7 .6

325. Keel Rowvia PR

44

3E F#m E B7 E B7 E B7 E E B7 E1

.5 ^4 .4 .3 .4 ^4 ^3 ^4 .4 .3 .4 ^3 ^2 .2 ^4 .4 .3 .4 ^4 ^3 ^4 .4 .3 ^3 ^2 ^2 ^2 .3 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .3 ^3 ^2 .3 .5 ^4

E A E B7 E A E B7 E E A E A

.4 .5 .5 .6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .3 .4 ^3 ^2 .2 ^4 .4 .5 .5 .6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .3 ^3 ^2 .3 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .5 .6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .5 .6 ^5 .5 ^4

E A E B7 E

.4 .5 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .3 ^3 ^2 .3

326. Toss the Feathers = 240

.2 ^2 .2 ^3 .2 ^2 .2 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3 .3 [^3 ^3] .2 ^2 .2 ^3 .2 ^2 ^3 .5 ^5 ^6 .5 ^4 ^3 .3 [^3] .2 ^2 .2 ^3 .2 ^2 .2

^3 .4 ^4 ^3 .3 [^3 ^3] ^4 ^3 .4 .3 ^3 [^6] .5 ^5 .5 ^4 ^3 .3 [^3] ^3 .5 .5 ^3 .5 .5 ^3 .5 .5 ^5 .5 [^6] .5 ^5 ^7 ^7 .6 ^7 .6

^5 ^7 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 [^6] .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 ^7 .6 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 ^3 ^3 ^4 ^3 .4 .3 ^3 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 ^3 .3 [^3]

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44

.5 ^4 .4 .5 − ^5 .5 .4 .5 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .4 .5 − ^5 .5 .4 .5 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 − ^5 .5 .4 .5 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .6 ^7 .7

1 2

^8 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .4 .8 .7 ^9 .7 .8 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 .8 .7 ^9 .7 .8 .7

^4 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 .7 .8 .7 ^9 .7 .8 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 .7 ^7 .3 .7 ^7 .7 ^5 .5

Ceili Band version

3.4 .5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .6 ^7 .7

^8 ^8 ^7 .7 .7 ^7 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 .7 .8 .8 .8 ^9 .8 .8 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 .7 .8 .8 .8 ^9 .8 .8 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .5

3.7 .8 .8 .8 ^9 .8 .8 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 ^8 ^7 .7 .7 ^7 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .5

349. Hull’s Victoryvia PR

44

D G D A D D A

.5 .6 .6 ^6 .6 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 .4 ^4 .5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 .4 .3 .5 .6 .6 ^6 .6 .6 .7 ^7 ^7 ^7 .7 ^7

Bm E7 A D G Em A D

.6 ^6 ^5 .5 [^6] .5 ^5 ^4 .5 .5 .5 .6 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 ^4 ^4 ^6 .6 ^7 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 ^6 .6 .6 .7

A D A7 D

^7 ^7 ^6 ^7 ^7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^7 .6 .7 .6

355. Reel De Montrealvia PR

44

E E B E E E

.5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .2 .3 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 ^3 .2 ^2 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .2 .3 .4 .4 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .2 .3 .4 ^3 .3

B E B B F#m B B F#m

^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .6 .5 .4 .5 .6 .5 .6 .7 .6 .7 .8 .8 ^9 .8 ^8 ^7 ^8 ^9 .8 .7 .5 .5 .4 .5 .6 .5 .6 .8 ^8 ^7 ^8

F# B

.8 ^8 ^7 ^6 .6 −

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77358. Princess RoyalAbingdon

AABCBCB

A

44

E B E E B E A E F#m e d# c# B7 a# g# f# E B7 E

.5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .6 ^5 .5 ^4 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 ^2 .2 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 .3 ^3 ^2 .3 .3

A A b c# A/c# b a g# E/b B7 E B7 E E A E A F#m e d# c#

^5 ^5 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^3 .3 .3 ^3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .6 ^6 .6 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3

42

B7 a# g# f# E B7 E E B C#m B7 E B C#m A A E E

^2 .3 ^3 ^2 .2 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 .3 ^3 ^2 .3 .3 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .6 ^5 .5 ^4 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .5

44

F#m e d# c# B7 a# g# f# E B7 E

^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 ^2 .2 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 .3 ^3 ^2 .3 .3

359. Girl I Left Behind Me, theBrighton Camp

44

A C#m C#m C#m C#m C#m E C#m A C#m C#m C#m B G#m

.6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 .3 [^3] ^2 .3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .5 .4 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 .3 [^3] .3 ^2 .3 ^3 ^2 [3 .3 ^3] ^2

C#mC#m E C#m E C#m E C#m C#mG#m A C#m C#m C#m B G#m C#mC#m

.3 .3 .4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 .3 [^3] .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .3 [3 .3 ^3] ^2 .3 .3

368. Winster Gallop

44

E B E A E B7 E E

.3 .4 .4 .3 .4 .3 .4 .5 ^3 ^4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 ^4 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5

A B B B7 E

.6 ^6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 ^6 ^5 .5 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 ^3 ^4 .4 .3 .3

369. Manchester Galop

44

3 3

E B A E A E B E C#m G#m A G#m F#m E

.5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 ^6 ^6 ^5 ^5 .5 ^4 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 ^6 ^6 ^5 ^5 .5 ^4 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 ^4 .4

3 3 3 3 3B E E A E E F#m F#7 F#7

^3 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .4 .5 .4 .3 .5 .4 .5 .4 .3 .4 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 .4 .5 .4 .3 .5 .4 .5 .4 .3 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 ^3 .5

3 3 3

3

E A E A E F#m B7 E B7

.4 .5 .4 .3 .5 .4 .5 .4 .3 .4 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 ^4 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 ^5 ^6

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78SLIDES

370. Cock of the North in G, or Chase me Charlie in G

86

1 2

.4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .3 ^3 .3 .3 .4 .5

1 2

.6 .5 ^5 .5 .6 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 ^3 ^3 .4 .5 .6 .5 ^5 .5 .6 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .4 .5 .3 .3 ^3

371. Cock O’ the North in DBB&S

812

^3 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 −

.6 .5 ^5 .5 .6 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 .6 .5 ^5 .5 .6 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 ^3 −

373. The Hundred PipersTrad, arr Phil Rowe

86

E A E F#m B7 E A E B7 E

.3 ^3 .4 [3 .3 .2 .3] [^3] .3 .3 ^5 .5 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 [3 .3 ^3 .3] [^3] .3 .3 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 − .4 ^4

E A E F#m B7 E A E B E

.5 .5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .6 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 −

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79MARCHES

379. British Grenadiers

42

.2 .3 .2 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .3 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 .5 ^5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .2

.3 ^2 .3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 .3 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3

380. MEDLEY MARCHES: BONNY BREAST KNOT,Barren Rocks of Aden, Portsmouth)Barren Rocks of Aden

= 130

44

B F#7 B B F#7 B B

.6 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .7 .5 .6 ^6 ^7 .5 .6 ^7 .7 .5 .6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .7 .5 .6 ^6 ^7 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .7 ^8 .8 .7 .6 .7

F#7 C#m B B F# C#m B

^7 .7 .5 ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 ^6 ^7 .6 .7 .5 .7 ^8 .8 .7 .6 .7 ^7 .7 .5 ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 ^6 ^7 .6 .6

Omit for danceB B D#m B B C#m B

.8 .8 ^8 .7 .6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .5 .5 .8 .8 ^8 .7 .6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 ^5 ^6 ^7 .6 −

Portsmouth

42

E A E E E A E B E E1 2

.2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3] ^5 .5 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3] ^5 .5 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 .3 .2 .3 .5

E A B E A E B E E1 2

.6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 .5 .4 .5 .6 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3] ^5 .5 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 .3 .5 .3

381. Men of Harlech

44

.3 ^2 [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 .4 .3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3] ^2 .2 .3 ^2 [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .3 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 ^3 −

.5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 .5 − .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .5 − ^5 ^5 .5 .5 ^4 ^4 .4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3

^2 [^3] ^2 .2 .3 ^2 [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .3

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80382. Cornish Floral Dance

42

B B B D#m B B B B E E B B C#m C#m B B E E

.4 .5 ^4 .5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .3 .3 ^4 ^5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .5 ^3 ^4 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 .5 .5 ^4 ^5 ^5 .5 ^4

B D#m B B B B

.4 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .3 .3

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81383. MEDLEY: Kelly the Boy From Killanne, Raglan Road, Roddy McCorley.Kelly the Boy From Killanne

= 350

44

.3 .4 .5 .5 .5 .6 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .3 [^3] .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 .5 ^4 ^3 ^2 .3 − .3 .4What’s the news? what’s the news?Oh my bold Shel− ma − lier, with your long bar− relled gun, of the sea? Say what

.5 .5 .5 .6 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .3 [^3] .3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3 .5 ^4 ^3 ^2 .3 − .5 .5 ^5 ^5 ^5 .6 .6 ^5wind from the sun blows his mes− sen− ger here, With a hymn of the dawn for the free? Good− ly news, good − ly news, do I

.5 .6 .6 .5 .5 .5 ^5 ^5 ^5 .6 .6 ^5 .5 − .3 .4 .5 .5 .5 .6 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .3 [^3] .3 ^3bring, youth of Forth, good− ly news do I bring, Bar − gy man! For the boys march at dawn from the south to the north, led by

.4 ^4 ^3 .5 ^4 ^3 ^2 .3 −Kel − ly the bo − y from Kil − lane!

Raglan Road

44

.3 ^3 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .4 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .3 − .5 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .4 ^3On Rag − lan Road of an Au − tumn day, I saw her first and knew That her da − rk hair would weave a

.3 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 .6 .4 ^3 − .5 ^5 .5 ^5 .6 .4 ^3 .3 .5 .5 ^4 .4 .6 .4 ^3 − .3 ^3snare that I mi − ght one day rue. I saw the dan− ger and I passed, a − long the en − chan− ted way, And I

.4 .4 .4 ^3 .4 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .3said, Let grief be a fal − len leaf at the daw − ning of the day.

Roddy McCorley

44

.3 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 .2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 − [3 ^3] .3 .3 ^3 .3 − .4 ^4 .5 .5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 ^5Oh see the fleet fo − ot hosts of men. who speed with fa − ces wan. Fro − m farm − stead and fro − m thresh− ers

.5 .4 .3 [^3] ^4 .4 ^3 − .4 ^4 .5 .5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 [^3] ^4 .4 ^3 − .3 ^3cot. A − long the banks of Ban. The − y come with ven− ge− nce in their eyes, too late, too late are they. For young

.4 ^3 .4 .2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 [3 .3 ^3] .3 .3 ^3 .3 −Rod − dy M’ Cor − le − y goes to die on the Bridge of Toombe to − day.

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82384. Mr HitlerDad’s Army Theme

44

.4 [3 ^3] ^2 .3 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 [1] ^3 .4 ^3 .2 .2 ^3 .3 ^2 ^3 .3 [^3] .3 ^2 ^2 [^3] ^2 .4 ^3 [1] .4 ^3 [1]

^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 .4 [3 ^3] ^2 .3 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 ^6 ^5 .5 [^6] ^4 ^2 .3 .3 ^3 .3 .3 ^2 ^3 .3 .3 ^2 ^3 .3 .3 ^2 .3

.4 ^3 ^3 [1] .4 ^3 ^3 [1] .4 ^3 .4 [^6] .5 .4 [3 ^3] ^2 .3 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 ^6 ^5 .5 [^6] ^4 ^2 .3 .3

385. Seventy Ninth Highlander’s farewell to Gibraltar

A

44

.5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .6 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .6 .4 .4 .3 .3 .4 ^4

.5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .6 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .6 .4 .4 .3 .3 .6

B

^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .6 .5 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .6 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .6 .5 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .6 .4

.4 .3 .3 .4 ^4 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .6 .5 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .6 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .6 .5 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .6

^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .6 .4 .4 .3 .3 .4 ^3

C

.3 ^3 .4 .6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 .5 ^5 ^3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .6 .4

.4 .3 .3 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 .5 ^5 ^3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .4 .5

^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .6 .4 .4 .3 .3 .4 ^4

D

.5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .6 ^5 .5 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .6 .5 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .6 .4 .4 .3 .3 .4 ^4

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83386. Winster Processional = 100

42

B B E B B B E B E B B

.6 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .3 .3 .6 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .3 .3

E B B F# E B B E B E B B E B B

^4 ^5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .5 ^3 ^4 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 ^5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .3 .3

387. The Hundred PipersTrad, arr Phil Rowe

86

Gb Cb Gb Abm Db7 Gb Cb Gb Db7 Gb

.6 ^7 .7 .5 .5 ^5 .5 ^5 .6 .6 ^9 .8 .7 .7 ^7 .6 .7 ^7 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 .5 .5 ^5 .5 ^5 .6 .6 ^9 .8 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .6 − .7 ^8

Gb Cb Gb Abm Db7 Gb Cb Gb Db Gb

.8 .8 .8 .7 .8 ^9 .9 .9 ^9 .8 .7 .7 ^7 .6 .7 ^7 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 .8 .8 ^9 ^10 .9 .9 .9 ^10 ^9 .8 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .6 −

388. Seventy Six Trombones

86

Intro Part F#

^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .8 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 ^5 .5 − .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 ^6 .5 ^4 ^3 .3

1 2

− .5 ^5 ^6 ^7 .7 .6 .5 .4 .6 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^6 ^7 ^7 .6 ^5 ^7 ^7 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 − .3 .3

Part G#

.4 .4 [^1] .4 ^5 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 .4 ^4 − ^4 .4 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 .5 .5 .4 .3 .2 .5 .4 .4 [^1] .4 ^5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 ^3 .5 −

^3 ^3 ^5 − ^4 .4 ^3 .5 ^5 ^6 [3 .3] .4 .4 [^1] .4 ^5 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 .4 ^4 − ^4 .4 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 .5 .5 .4 .3 .2

Link to F#

.4 .4 [^1] .4 ^5 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 ^4 .4 ^4 ^6 ^6 ^5 ^4 .5 .4 .5 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .6 .6 .6 .6 .6 .6 [[^10]] .6 .6 .6 ^7

^3 .4 ^4

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84389. Alexander’s Ragtime Band = 100

86

.4 [^1] .4 .5 .4 [^1] .4 .5 ^5 ^1 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 [^1] .4 .5 .4 [^1] .4 .5 ^3 .4 [^6] .4 ^3

.5 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 [^1] .4 .5 .4 [^1] .4 .5 ^5 ^1 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .5 ^4 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 .6 .6

[^1] .4 [^1] .4 .4 [^1] .4 [^1] .4 .4 .4 [^1] .4 ^3 ^2 .2 .3 .3 ^1 ^5 .5 ^5 ^5 ^1 ^5 ^1 ^5 ^5 ^5 ^1 ^5 ^4 .3 ^4 ^5 .4 ^4

.5 .5 ^5 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .5 .5 ^5 .4 .5 .3 .4 .2 .3 .4 .2 .3 .3 .4 .2 .3 ^3 ^3 .4 [^6] ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 [^1] .4 [^1]

.4 .4 [^1] .4 [^1] .4 .4 .4 [^1] .4 ^3 ^2 .2 .3 .3 ^1 ^5 ^1 ^5 ^5 ^1 ^5 .5 ^5 ^5 ^5 ^1 ^5 ^4 .3 ^4 ^5 ^5 .4 ^4 [^6]

.5 .5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^3 .3 .6 ^5 .6 .6 [^6] .5 ^4 .5 .5 [^6] .5 ^4 .5 .5 ^5 ^1 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .3

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85390. RepaszIrish Guards, the

= 60

86

.5 .5 [^6] .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^2 .3 .4 .3 [^3] ^2 .4 .4 .4 .4 .4 .5 .5 [^6] .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^2 .3 .4 .3 [^3] ^2 .4 .4 .4

^4 ^4 ^5 ^5 ^1 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 ^4 ^4 .5 .5 [^6] .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .4 .4 .4 ^3 [1] ^3 [^6] .4 ^3 [1] ^3 [^6] .4

1 2

^3 [1] ^3 [^1] .4 [^6] .5 .8 .5 .5 .8 .5 [^6] ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3] [3 ^3] ^2 .3 ^3 [^1] .4 .4 .5 .5 [^6] .5 ^5 .5 ^4

^2 .5 .5 [^6] .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .5 .5 [^6] ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3] [3 ^3] ^2 .3 ^3 [^1] .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .3 [^3] ^2 .3 .4 .5 .5

1

^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .6 .7 .1 .7 ^8 .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^7 .6 .6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .6 .7 .7 ^7 ^5 .7 ^7

2 1 2

^7 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .6 ^5 .7 ^7 ^7 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .6 .5 [^6] .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^2 .3 .4 .3 [^3] ^2 .4 .4 .4

.4 .4 .5 .5 [^6] .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^2 .3 .4 .3 [^3] ^2 .4 .4 .4 ^4 ^4 ^5 ^5 ^1 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 ^4 ^4 .5 .5 [^6] .5 ^5 .5 .4

1 2

.3 .4 .4 .4 ^3 [1] ^3 [^6] .4 ^3 [1] ^3 [^6] .4 ^3 [1] ^3 [^1] .4 [^6] .5 .8 .5 .5 .8 .5 [^6] ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3]

[3 ^3] ^2 .3 ^3 [^1] .4 .4 .5 .5 [^6] .5 ^5 .5 ^4 ^2 .5 .5 [^6] .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .5 .5 [^6] ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3]

[3 ^3] ^2 .3 ^3 [^1] .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .3 [^3] ^2 .3 .4 .5 .5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .6

392. Grand Old Duke of YorkTrad

= 116

42

.4 .6 .6 .5 .4 .5 .6 .6 ^7 ^7 ^7 ^7 ^7 ^7 ^7 .7 .7 .7 .7 .7 ^8 ^8 ^8 ^8 ^8 .7 .7 ^7 .6 .6 .5 .6 .6 .6 .6 .6 .6

^7 ^7 ^7 ^7 ^7 ^7 .7 .7 .7 .7 ^8 ^8 ^8 ^8 .7 .7 ^7 ^7 .6

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86395. March of the King of LaoiseBB&S

23

^3 ^2 ^3 .2 ^3 ^2 ^3 .2 .4 .3 ^3 ^2 .3 ^2 [^3 .3] ^3 ^2 ^3 .2 ^3 ^2 ^3 .5 .4 .5 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^2 [^3 .3]

1 2

^2 .2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3] ^4 .3 [^3] − [^3] .3 ^4 .3 [^3] − [^3] [3 ^3 .3] [3 ^3 .3] [3 ^3 .3 .3 ^3 .3 .3] ^4

.4 .3 .5 .3 .4 .3 .5 [^6] .4 ^3 .5 ^3 .3 ^2 ^3 .5 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^5 .5 ^3 .3 [^3] ^2 .3 ^2 .2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^3 .3 ^2

1 2

[^3] ^4 .3 [^3] − [^3] .3 .6 .3 [^3] − [^3] [3 ^3 .3] [3 ^3 .3] [3 ^3 .3 .3] ^4 .2

396. Lord of the DanceSydney Carter, arr Eric

segno

44

B7 E C#m G#m C#m F#m F#m B7 E C#m G#m C#m F#m B7

.2 .3 .3 .3 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .5 .5 .4 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 [3 .3] .3 .3 .3 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .5 .5 .4 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 .4 ^3

A E E C#m E C#m E F#m B7 E A E B7 E F#m B7 E A

.3 .3 .3 .5 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 ^3 ^3 [3 .3] .3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 .4 ^3 .3

FineE F#m B7 E A B.S. E

.3 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .3

397. John Peel

44

.4 ^4 .5 .5 .4 .4 ^3 .5 .5 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^4 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^4 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^5 ^4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .3

398. Monk’s March = 100

44

B C#m B B C#m B B C#m B

.2 .3 .3 .4 ^3 ^3 ^4 .4 .5 .6 ^5 .5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .4 .3 ^3 ^4 ^3 [^3] .3 .3 .3 .3 .2 .3 .3 .4 ^3 ^3 ^4 .4 .5 .6 ^5 .5 .5 ^4

B F# B B E F# B E F# B C#m

.4 .5 .4 .3 ^3 ^4 ^3 ^2 .3 .3 .3 .3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 ^3 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^4 ^3 .2 .3 .3 .4 ^3 ^3 ^4

B B F# B

.4 .5 .6 ^5 .5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .4 .3 ^3 ^4 ^3 ^2 .3 .3 .3 .3

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= 200

44

.5 .5 .6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .7 ^8 ^5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 ^6 .5 .5 .6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 ^8 ^5 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 .6

.7 ^8 .8 .5 .5 (^4) ^5 ^4 .5 .5 .6 .5 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .7 ^8 .8 .5 .5 (^4) ^5 ^4 .5 .5 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 .6

402. Wearing of the GreenTrad

1 2

.3 ^3 .4 .4 .4 .4 .4 .5 .5 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 .5 ^5 ^4 .6 ^5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .3 .3 ^3 .3 .3 ^3 .3 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 .4

.5 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 .4 .5 .3 ^3 .4 − − [1] ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .4 .4 .4 .4 .5 .5 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 .5

^5 ^4 .6 ^5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .3 .3 ^3 .3 .6

408. Early in the MorningThey Called the Bastard Stephen

42

.3 ^3 .4 .5 .3 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^4 ^2 .3 ^3 .3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .4 ^4 .5 .5 .6 .6

^6 ^5 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 ^4 ^3 .3

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= 120

44

33

G D Bm E

.4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3 .3 ^3 .3] − [2 .3] .3 .4 ^3 [1] ^3 [^3]Do you hear the peo− ple sing? Sing− ing the song of an − gry men? It is the mu − sic of a peo − ple who will

33

Asus A D G D

.3 ^2 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3 .3 ^3 .3] −not be slaves a − gain! When the bea − ting of your heart Ech − oes the bea − ting of the drums There is a

3 3Bm Em A7 D C#7 Bm F#m F#m/E

[2 .3] .3 .4 ^3 [1] ^3 ^2 .3 ^2 ^2 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 ^7 .6 ^6 − ^5 ^6 .6 ^5life a − bout to start When to − mor − row comes! Will you yond the bar − ri − cade Is there a world you long to see? Then

3 3 3 3

3

3D Bm7 E A E7/A A

.6 ^6 ^5 .6 ^6 ^5 .6 ^6 ^5 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 ^5 .5 ^4join in the fight That will give you the right to be free! Do you hear the peo− ple sing? Sing− ing the song of ang− ry men? It is the

3

3F#m B7 E7sus E7 A D A

.4 .5 .6 .7 ^7 (^1) ^7 ^5 .6 ^6 ^6 ^7 .6 ^7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 ^5 .5 ^4mu − sic of a peo − ple who will not be slaves a− gain! Whenthe bea− ting of your heart Ech− oes the bea− ting of the drums, There is a

3

45

44

F#m Bm7 E7 A A Am F/A Am rit...........1 2

.4 .5 .6 .7 ^7 (^1) ^7 ^4 ^6 .6 .4 .4 .6 .3 .3 .3life a− bout to start When to− mor − row comes! Will you come?

410. Do You Hear the People Sing? Bass line

44

45

1 2

44

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Gilbert and Sullivan = 120

44

.7 .7 ^7 ^7 .6 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 ^5 ^5 .5Come, Friends, who plough the sea, Truce to Na − vi − ga − tion,

44

.5 ^5 ^5

44

.5 ^5 ^6 ^5 ^5 .5 .7 .7 ^7 ^7 .6 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^6 .4take an − oth − er sta − tion, Let’s va − ry pi − ra − cee, with a lit − tle bur − gla − ree

3

^5 ^5 .5 ^5 .6

.7 .7 ^7 ^7 .6 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 ^5 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 ^5 ^5 .5 .7 .7 ^7Come, Friends, who plough the sea, Truce to Na − vi − ga − tion, take an − oth − er sta − tion, Let’s va − ry

^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 .6 .7 .8 ^6 .6pi − ra − cee, with a lit − tle bur − gla − ree

.5 .6 ^5

− − − −

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90413. MEDLEY HORNPIPES,Harvest Home, Boys of Bluehill, Belfast)Harvest Home

Trad = 150

44

B F#7 B

.5 .4 .3 .5 .4 .5 .3 .5 .4 .5 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^7 .5 .7 .5 ^8 .5 .7 .5 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .5 .4 .5 .3 .5 .4 .5

3 3 3 3F#7 B F# B F#7 B

.6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^7 .5 .7 .5 ^8 ^7 ^6 ^7 .6 .7 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .5 .5 .5 .5 .7 .5 .5 .5 .5 ^8 .5 .5 .5 .5 .7 .5 .5 .5 .5

3

3 33

F#7 C#7 F#7 B F#7

^7 .5 .7 .5 ^8 .5 .7 .5 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .5 .4 .5 .3 .5 .4 .5 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^7 .5 .7 .5 ^8 ^7 ^6 ^7

B

.6 .7 .6

Boys of Bluehill

44

3 3B B E C#m B C#m B G#m

.6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .3 .4 .5 ^5 ^4 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 ^8 ^7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .6 ^5

44

3.7 ^8 .8 ^8 .7 .3 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .6 ^6 ^7 .5 ^6 .6 ^6 .5 .4 ^4 ^8 .7 ^8

3 3B B G#m C#m B C#m B G#m B B

.5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .3 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 .8 .8 .7 ^7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .6 .7 ^8 .8 .7 .6 .7 .8 ^8 .7

3

3

.7 ^8 .8 .6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .6 ^6 ^7 .5 ^6 .5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .6 .5 .4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6

3C#m E B C#m B G#m B B G#m C#m

^7 .7 ^8 .8 ^9 .8 ^8 .7 ^8 .8 .7 ^7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .6 ^5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .3 .4 .5 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^7

3^7 .6 ^5 .5 ^4 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 .6 ^6 ^7 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .5 .4 ^4 ^8 .7 ^8 .8 ^8 .7 .6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6

3

B C#m B B

.7 .8 .8 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .7 .6

.6 ^5 .5 .6 ^6 ^7 ^5 ^6 .5

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44

Part F#

.8 ^8 .7 .8 .6 .7 .5 .6 .4 .5 .3 .4 .5 .6 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 ^9 ^8 ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 ^6 .6 ^7 ^6 .5 .8 ^8 .7 .8 .6 .7 .5 .6 .4 .5

Part G#

.3 .4 .5 .6 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 ^9 ^8 ^7 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .7 ^7 ^6 .6 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .7 .7 ^7

^4 ^7 ^7 .6 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .7 ^7 ^6 .6 .8 ^8

3 3 3

3 3 3

3 3 3 3

3 3Part A

.7 ^8 .7 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 ^9 .8 ^8 .8 ^8 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 .8 ^8

3 3 3

3 3 3 3 3

.7 ^8 .7 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .7 .6

415. Off to California

44 3

3

3

E E E A

[3 ^3] ^2 .3 ^2 .3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3 .3] .3 .4 .5 .6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3 .3 ^3] ^2

3

3E E B E A E

.3 ^2 .3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3 .3] .3 .4 .5 .6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^6

3

3

3

A C#m E C#m A B E B E A

^5 .5 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3 .3 ^3] ^2 .3 ^2 .3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3 .3] .3 .4 .5 .6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6

3E C#m A B E

.6 ^6 .6 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3

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92416. Londonderry Hornpipe = 180

A

44

3

.5 ^4 .4 .5 .6 .7 .6 .5 .4 ^4 ^5 .6 ^8 .6 ^5 ^4 .4 .5 .6 .7 .6 .5 .4 ^3 ^4 ^5 ^7 .6 ^6 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .6 .7 .6 .5 .4

^4 ^5 .6 ^8 .8 ^8 .7 .8 .7 .6 ^5 ^8 ^7 ^6 .6 .7 .6

B

3

3

.7 ^8 .8 .7 .6 .5 .6 .7 .8 ^8 ^7 ^6 .5 ^6 ^7 ^8 .8 .7 .6 .5 .6 ^8 .7 ^7 .7 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .7 ^8 .8 .7 .6 .5 .6 .7 .8

^8 ^7 ^6 ^7 ^8 .8 ^8 .7 .8 .7 .6 ^5 ^8 ^7 ^6 .6 .7 .6

C

3 3

.5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .5 .3 ^5 .3 .5 .3 .6 ^6 .6 .7 ^7 ^6 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .5 .3 ^5 .3 .5 .3 ^3 ^4 .4 .5 ^4 ^5 .5 ^4

3

33.4 ^3 .3 .5 .3 ^5 .3 .5 .3 .6 ^6 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 ^8 .7 .8 .7 .6 .7 ^8 ^7 ^6 ^7 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .6

D

3 33 3

.4 ^4 [^6] .5 [^6] .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .4 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 ^3 ^2 ^3 .5 [^6] .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .4 ^3 .4 .3 ^2 .3 [^3 .3] .4 ^4 [^6]

.5 [^6] .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .4 .3 [^3] ^4 ^3 ^2 .3 .4 .3

E

3 3.7 ^8 .8 .8 .8 .7 .6 .5 .6 .7 .6 ^8 ^8 ^8 ^7 ^6 .5 ^6 ^7 ^6 .7 .6 ^8 ^7 .8 .7 ^9 ^8 ^7 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .7 ^8

3 3.8 .8 .8 .7 .6 .5 .6 .7 .6 ^8 ^8 ^8 ^7 ^6 .5 .8 ^8 .7 .6 .5 .4 ^3 ^8 ^7 ^6 .6 .7 .6

F

.4 ^4 ^5 ^4 ^5 ^7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .5 ^6 ^7 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .7 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .5 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 ^4 ^5 ^7 ^8 .8 ^8

.7 .8 .7 .6 ^5 ^8 ^7 ^6 .6 .7 .6

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= 174

44

3

E A F#m B B7 E

.5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 .5 .6 .5 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^5 ^4 ^3 ^4 ^3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 .5 .6 .5 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4

A B B7 E E A F#m B E B B7

^4 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 ^3 .3 .3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .5 .4 .6 .6 .5 ^5 ^4 ^5 ^4 ^7 ^7 ^5 ^6 ^5 ^6 .5 .6 ^6 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .5

E A B B7 E

.6 ^7 .6 .5 .6 .5 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 ^3 .3 .3

Roxburgh Castle

44

Gb Cb Gb Cb Gb Abm Db7 Gb

.7 ^7 .6 .6 .7 .8 .7 .6 .7 ^8 ^8 ^9 .8 .7 .6 .7 ^8 ^9 ^8 .7 .8 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 .7 .8 .7 .6 .7

3

Cb Gb Cb Db7 Gb Gb

^8 .7 ^8 ^9 .8 .7 .6 .7 .9 ^10 .9 ^9 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .7 .6 .6 .8 ^9 ^10 .9 .8 .7 .8 ^9 .8 .7 .8 .9 .8 .7 .8 ^9 .8 .7 .8

Cb Gb Abm Db7 Gb Cb Gb Cb Db7 Gb

^8 ^11 ^8 .7 .9 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 .7 .8 .7 .6 .7 ^8 .7 ^8 ^9 .8 .7 .6 .7 .9 ^10 .9 ^9 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .7 .6 .6

420. Dorsetshire Hornpipe = 100

Intro

44

.7 ^7 .6 ^5 .6 ^6 ^7 .6 .6 .6 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 .7 .5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .6 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .8 ^8

1 2

.7 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 .7 .5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .6 .7 ^7 ^8 ^6 ^7 .6 .6 .6 .8 ^8 .6 .6 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6

^7 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .6 ^4 ^5 ^7 .5 .6 .7 ^5 .6 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .6 ^6 ^7

1 2

.6 .6 .6 ^6 .6 .6 .6 .6

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= 1 = 150

44

3 3 3 3

3.3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^2 [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 ^3

3 3 3

.4 ^4 .5 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^2 [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 [^3 ^3] .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .7 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7

.7 ^7 .7 .6 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 [^6] .5 ^5 ^6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 ^6 .5 ^6 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 ^6

.6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 [^3 ^3]

422. Manchester hornpipe, or Rickett’s hornpipe (Ireland)

44

3 3

.5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 .5 .4 .5 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^8 .7 ^8 .8 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 ^6 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 .5 .4 .5 .6 .7

^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^8 .7 ^8 .8 .7 ^9 ^8 ^7 ^6 .6 .7 .6 .7 ^8 .8 .7 .8 .7 .6 ^8 .8 ^9 ^8 ^9 ^8 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 .7 .8 .7 ^9 .8 ^8 .7

3

^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 .5 .4 .5 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^8 .7 ^8 .8 .7 ^9 ^8 ^7 ^6 .6 .7 .6

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428. MEDLEY: VARSOVIENNA, Sally Sloane’s. Put your Little Foot, La VaSally Sloane’s Varsovienna

= 160

43

3

E C#m E A B B7 E B7 E

.4 ^4 .5 ^4 ^3 .3 .4 ^4 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 ^2 .3 .6 ^6 ^5 .4 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 .3

B7 E B7 E B7 E

^4 ^3 ^2 ^5 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 .4 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 .3 ^4 ^3 ^2 ^5 .3

Put Your Little Foot

43

E B B7 E B B7 E E

.4 ^4 .5 .3 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^2 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .3 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^2 ^3 .3 .2 .3 .4 .3 .4 .2 .3 .4 .3 .4 .2 .3

B7 E

.4 .3 .4 ^4 ^3 ^3 ^2 ^3 ^2 ^3 .2 ^2 ^3 ^2 ^3 .2 ^2 ^3 ^2 ^3 .4 .3

La Va

43

B F#7 F#7 B B1 2

.5 .6 .7 .7 .7 .6 .6 ^5 .5 .5 .3 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 ^3 .5 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .7 ^7 .7 .6 .5 .7 ^7

F#7 B

.7 .6 .5 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 ^7 ^6 ^7 ^6 .5 ^7 ^6 ^7 ^6 .5 ^7 ^6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6

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96SCHOTTICHES

441. Mudgee Schottische

44

C#m E C#m E C#m E

.3 ^3 .4 .4 ^4 .4 ^4 ^5 .5 .3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 .4 ^4 .4 ^4 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .4 ^4 .4 ^4 ^5 .5 .3 .3 .3 ^3

3

3

3

C#m C#m B E C#m

.4 .4 .6 ^3 .4 ^6 .3 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .3 ^5 .3 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .4 .5 .5 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .3 ^5 .3

3E C#m

^5 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .6 .4 .5 .5 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 ^3

442. Harvest Moon SchottischeTrad Australian, playing of Jamie carlin

= 60

3 4 3A A E D D E F#m A A A E D

.5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .4 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^4 ^3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .4 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^4 .5

3 3 3

3

3Bm E A A A A D E F#m A F#m A

^5 ^4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 ^4 .4 .3 .3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 ^5 ^4 ^5 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .7 ^7 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 ^4

3 3 3A A D E F#m F#m

.5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 ^5 ^4 ^5 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .7 ^7 ^5 ^6 .6 .7 .6

446. Click go the Shears

44

.4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^5 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .6 .6 .6

^7 ^7 ^7 ^6 ^7 .6 .7 .6 ^5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^5 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3

.3 .6 .6 .6

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44

3 3 3G#m B B G#m F# C#m B B

.5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .4 .3 .4 .5 .5 .6 .6 ^7 .6 ^5 − ^6 ^5 .5 ^6 ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 .6 .5 − .5

3 3 3

3

G#m B B G#m F# C#m B B B B

^5 .5 .4 .5 .4 .3 .4 .5 .5 .6 .6 ^7 .6 ^5 − ^6 ^5 .5 ^6 ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .7 ^7 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 .7 ^7 .7 .8 .7 .6 ^6

3

3

3

3 3 3

3B G#m F# F# B B B B B G#m

.6 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 − ^6 ^5 .5 ^6 ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 ^6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 .6 .5 − ^7 .7 ^7 .7 .7 ^7 .7 .7 .8 .7 .6 ^6 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 − ^6 ^5

3

3

F# C#m F# B

.5 ^6 ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 ^6 .6 .5

449. Pine Tree Flat Barn Dance, Basil Cosgrove’sHackett’s Schottiche

44 3

3 33

A E B A B F#m E E A E

[3 ^3] ^2 .3 .3 ^2 .3 − .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 − .4 ^4 .5 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 ^4 ^3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 [3 .3 ^3] ^2 .3 .3 ^2 .3 − .4

3B A B F#m A E E E F#m A

^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 − .4 ^4 .5 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 ^4 ^3 ^2 .3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .5 .4 .5 .4 .6 ^6 ^5 ^4 ^3 ^4 ^5 − ^6

3

3 3

3

B F#m E E E E F#m A B F#m

.6 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 ^4 ^3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .2 − .4 ^4 .5 .4 .3 .4 .5 .4 .6 ^6 ^5 ^4 ^3 ^4 ^5 − ^6 .6 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 ^4 ^3 ^2

A A

.3 .3 ^2 .3

450. Hackett’s SchotticheBasil Cosgrove’s Pine Tree Flat Barn Dance

= 180

44 3

3 33

[3 ^3] ^2 .3 .3 ^2 .3 − .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 − .4 ^4 .5 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 ^4 ^3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 [3 .3 ^3] ^2 .3 .3 ^2 .3 − .4

3

^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 − .4 ^4 .5 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 ^4 ^3 ^2 .3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .5 .4 .5 .4 .6 ^6 ^5 ^4 ^3 ^4 ^5 − ^6

3

3 3

3.6 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 ^4 ^3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .2 − .4 ^4 .5 .4 .3 .4 .5 .4 .6 ^6 ^5 ^4 ^3 ^4 ^5 − ^6 .6 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 ^4 ^3 ^2

.3 .3 ^2 .3

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462. Yankee DoodleToo Young to Marry

Trad = 116

42

.6 .6 ^7 .7 .6 .6 ^6 .5 .6 .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^6 .5 .6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 ^5 .5 ^4

.4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .6 ^6 ^7 .6 .6 .7 ^8 .8 .7 ^8 ^7 .7 .6 .6 .7 ^8 .8 .7 ^8 .8 ^9 ^7 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 .7 ^8 ^7

.7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .6 ^6 ^7 .7 .6 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^7 ^7 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .5 ^5 ^6

1

.6 .7 ^7 ^6 .6 .6 .7 ^8 .8 .7 ^8 ^7 .7 .6 .6 .7 ^8 .8 .7 ^8 .8 ^9 ^7 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 .7 ^8 ^7 .7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .6 ^6 ^7 .6 .6 .5

2

.6 .6

463. O Suzannah, or Susanna Suzanna) = 120

42

E A E7 F#7 B7 E B7 E A E F#7

.3 ^3 .4 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 .3 ^4 ^4 ^5 ^5 ^5 .5 .5 .4 .3

B7 E B7 E

^3 .3 ^3 .4 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 .3

464. Old Joe Clark

42

^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .2 ^2 [^3 ^3 .3]I used to live on the moun− tain top, Now I live in town; I’m stay− ing at the big ho− tel, Cour− tin’ Bet − sy Brown

[3 .3 .3] ^3 .3 ^2 [3 .3 .3] ^2 [^3 .3 .3 .3] ^3 .3 ^2 .2 ^2 [^3] − .2Fare thee well, Old JoeClark Fare− the well I’m bound, Fare theewell, Old Joe Clark, Good− bye Bet − sy Brown.

465. The Battle Hymn of the Republic = 80

86

F#

G#

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99466. JambalayaHank Williams

= 100

44

.4 .5 ^5 .4 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^3 − .5 .5 ^6 ^6 − ^5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .4 .5 ^5 ^5 .5 .4Good− bye Joe, me got − ta go, me oh my oh, Got − ta go, pole the pi − rogue down the ba − you. My Y − vonne,the swee −

3

^5 .5 .4 .5 ^3 − .5 .5 .5 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 − .7 .7 .6 .6 .6 ^5 .5 .6 .5 .4test one, me oh my oh, Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the ba − you. Jam − ba− lay’ ’n a craw − fish pie’n’ fi − let gum −

3

.5 ^3 − .5 − .5 .5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .5 .4 − .6 .6 .6 ^5 .5 .6 ^5 .5 ^3 .5 .5 .5 ^6 ^6 ^5 .5bo, ’Cause to − night I’m gon − n a see my ma cher− ie mi − o Pick gui − tar, fill gay, o. Son of a gun, we’ll have

^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 −big fun on the ba − you.

467. When the SaintsKevin Briggs, via EF

44

E F#7 B7 E E7 A Am E F#7B7 E

.3 .4 ^4 .5 − .3 .4 ^4 .5 − .3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .3 .4 ^3 − .4 ^3 .3 .3 .4 .5 .5 ^4 − .4 ^4 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .3 −

468. House of ther Rising Sun = 100

43

[2] [^3] − ^2 .3 − ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .3 [^3] − ^5 ^5 ^5 .5 − ^5 .4 − ^5 ^5 ^5 − [^3]There is a house in New Or − leans, They call the Ri − sing Sun; And it’s been the ru − in of

.3 .3 − − ^3 .4 .4 − ^3 ^3 .3 .3 [^3] − .4 .4 ^3 − .3 [^3] [2] − [3] [^3] −ma− ny a poor girl, And me Oh God, for one.

468. Where Have All the Flowers Gone?Pete Seeger

= 100

44

.5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .6 ^7 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^4 .4 .3 ^3Where have all the flow − ers gone? Long time pas− sing, Where haveall the flow − ers gone? Long time a − go,

.5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .5 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 ^5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2Where have all the flow − ers gone? The girls havepicked them ev − ’ry one, Oh when will they e− ver learn? Oh when will they e − ver

.3learn?

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100469. Red River Valley (American)

= 126

44

.2 .3 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .2 .3 .4 .3 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .5 ^4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .5 ^4 [^3 ^3 .3] ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3

470. Yellow Rose Of Texas (American)

= 126

43

1 2

.4 ^4 .5 .5 ^5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .6 .6 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 ^8 .7 .6 .6 ^6 ^7 ^7 .7 ^7 ^6 ^5 .5 ^8 .7 ^7 .6

471. Darling Clementine (American)

= 150

43

.3 .3 .3 .2 .4 .4 .4 .3 .3 .4 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 .3 .3 .4 ^3 .2 ^2 ^3 .3

472. Worried Man Blues

44

E B7 E B7 A

.2 .3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 .4 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 [^3] .3 .3 .3 .3 .3 .3 .3 .3 [^3It takes a wor − ried man to sing a wor − ried song, takes a wor − ried man to sing a wor − ried

44

.4 ^3 .3 [^3] .3 − .2 .3 .3 .3 ^3 [^3] .3 .3 .3 .2

E B7 E B7 E A A6 B7 E E1 2

.3 .3] .3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 .4 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 ^3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] .3 − .2 .3song, It takes a wor − ried man to sing a wor − ried song, I’m wor − ried now but I won’t be wor − ried long long

.3 .3 .3 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 − .2 .3 .3 .4

A E

− .4 .3 .4 −wor − ried long

.3 .4 −

473. Home On The Range = 126

43

1 2

[3 .3] .3 ^3 .4 .3 ^2 [^3] ^4 ^4 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 .3 .3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 ^4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .3

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.4 ^4 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 .5 ^3 ^4 .4 .3 .4 ^4 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 .5 ^3 ^4 .4 .3 .4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3

.4 .4 ^4 .5 ^3 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3 .4 .5 .5 .4 ^4 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .4 .3 .3 .5 ^4 .4 .4 .4 .4 .4 .5 .5

.3 .3 .3 .3 .5 .5 ^5 ^5 .6 ^5 ^5 .5 .5 .5 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 .4 .4 ^4 ^4 .5 .5 ^3 ^4 .4 .3

474. Tom Dooley (2 parts)Trad American

44

E E7 E B7 F#m

[3 .3 .3 .3 ^3] .3 .4 .4 .4 [3 .3 .3 ^3] .3 ^3 [3 .3 .3] .3 ^3 ^3

44

− − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − − −

B7 E1 2

.4 .4 ^3 .3 [^3 .3 ^3] .3 .3

[2 .2 .2 .2] − − − − − − − − −

475. Levi JacksonFolk Camps, via EF

44

E E B7 E E G G F#m B7 E E B7 E

.5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 − .4 ^3 .3 .2 [[^1] ^1] .5 .1 .6 ^6 − .5 ^4 .5 − .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 − .4 ^3 .3

A Am E C#7 F#7 B7 E E A A F#m

[^3 .[1]] .2 .5 .4 .3 ^3 [^1] .4 .3 ^3 .3 − .3 ^2 [[^1]] [^3] .3 ^3 − [^3] .3 [^3] .3 ^3 − [^3] .3 [^3] .3 ^3 ^4 ^5 ^5 ^5 − .5 ^4

F#m C# C# A#m D#m C# F#7

^3 [1] .4 [^6 ^3] .3 .4 .3 .4 [^6 ^3 .1] .4 .3 .4 ^4 ^5 [[^10]] .6 .6 − ^6 ^5 ^6 [[^10]] .6 .6 − ^6 ^5 .6 .6 .6 − ^6 ^5

B B7 E A B7 E

^6 ^6 ^6 − ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 ^7 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 ^7 .7 ^7 ^6 ^5 − .5 .4 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 − .3 [^3] .3 ^3 .3

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476. That’s Amore

43

.7 ^7 .6 .7 ^7 .6 .7 ^7 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 ^4 ^3 − − ^7 .6 ^6 ^7 .6 ^6 ^7 .6 ^6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 ^6 .4 − −

.4 .5 .6 .4 .5 .4 .5 .6 .4 .5 .4 .5 .6 .4 .5 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .5 − − ^3 ^4 ^6 ^3 ^4 ^3 ^4 ^6 ^3 ^4 ^3 ^4 ^6 ^3 ^4 ^6 .6 ^6

^5 .4 − − .7 ^7 .6 .7 ^7 .6 .7 ^7 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^3 − − ^7 .6 ^6 ^7 .6 ^6 ^7 .6 ^6 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 ^4

.4 − − .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^4 .5 ^5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 .7 .5 − ^7 .6 ^6 ^7 .6 ^6 ^7 .6 ^6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7

.7 ^7 .6 −

477. Arrivaderci Roma

44

.2 .4 − .5 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 − .3 .3 .2 .4 ^2 ^3 .3 [^3] − ^2 ^2 ^2 ^2 ^2 ^3 ^2 [^3 ^3 ^3] .2 ^2 ^2 ^2 ^2 ^2

^2 ^3 ^2 − [^3 ^3] [^3 .3] ^2 ^2 ^2 ^2 ^2 ^3 ^2 [^3] [^3 .3] ^4 .4 .5 −

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103478. La Cucaracha = 150

D A7 A Em Em7 A7 D

[3 .3] .3 .3 .4 .4 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 ^4 ^3 [3 .3] ^2 ^2 ^3 ^3 ^4 ^3 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 .3 − [3 .3 .3]

D Bm7 D Bm7 D A7 Em7 A7 D

.3 .4 − [3 .3 .3] .3 .4 − .3 .3 ^2 ^2 [^3 ^3] .2 − [3 .3 .3] ^2 ^4 − [3 .3 .3] ^2 ^3 − .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3

La Cucharacha in F

22

[3 .3 .3] .3 .4 [3 .3 .3] .3 .4 − .3 .3 ^2 ^2 [^3 ^3] [3 .3 .3 .3] [^3] ^3 [3 .3 .3] [^3] ^3 ^3 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3

.3 − .3 .2 .3 .2 .3 .4 .5 .4 − .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 ^4 ^3 − ^2 .2 ^2 .2 ^2 ^3 ^4 ^3 −

1 2

.5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 .3 − ^2 .2 ^2 .2 ^2 ^3 ^4 ^3 − .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 .3 .3 [3 .3 .3] .4 .3 .3 [3 .3 .3]

.3 .4 [3 .3 .3] .3 .4 − .3 .3 ^2 ^2 [^3 ^3] [3 .3 .3 .3] [^3 .3 .3 .3] ^2 ^3 − .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .6 .6 .6

479. Santa Lucia = 120

43

A E E A E7

.6 .5 .4 .5 ^4 ^4 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .5 .5 .6 .6 ^6 ^6 ^4 ^4 ^5 ^5 .5 .5 .4 ^5 .5 .5 [^6] ^4Sul ma − re luc − ci − a, L’as − tro d’ar − gen− to, Plac − ci dae l’on − da,

A

^4 .5 .4 ^3 ^5 .5 .5 .5 .6 .6 ^6 ^6 ^4 ^4 ^5 ^5 .5 .5 .4 ^5 .5 .5 [^6] ^4 ^4 .5 .4 ^3 ^5 .5Pro spe− roeil ven− to. Sul ma − re luc − ci − a, L’as − tro d’ar − gen to, Plac − ci dae l’on da, Pro spe− roeil ven− to.

D A E7 A D

.7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 ^7 ^7 .6 ^5 [^6] .5 .6 .7 .6 .6 .5 .5 .4 ^4 ^4 ^7 ^7 ^5 ^6 ^7 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 ^7Ve − ni − teal − l’a − gi − le Bar − chet − ta mi a San ta Lu ci a San− ta Lu − ci − a Ve − ni − teal − l’a − gi − le

A E7 A

^7 .6 [^6] .5 .6 .7 .6 .6 .5 .5 .4 ^4 ^7 ^7 .7 ^7 ^7 .6Bar − chet − ta mi San ta Lu ci − a San − ta Lu − ci − a

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104480. Carneval di Venezia = 240

43

E B E B E

.5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^2 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 − .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 − ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 .3 .5

B E B E

.5 ^4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 ^2 − ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 − .5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 − ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 −

481. O Sole Mio

44

.8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^6 ^5 − ^6 .6 ^7 ^6 ^5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 ^5 .5 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^6 ^5

^8 .7 ^7 .8 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 .6 .6 .6 − ^6 − .5 − − ^6 ^6 ^5 ^4 − ^6 ^6 ^5 ^4 − ^6 ^6 ^5 ^4

− ^3 .4 ^4 .5 − − .5 ^1 ^1 ^4 .6 ^1 .5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .5 − .4 ^3 .3 .3 − .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^6

^5 ^6 .6 ^7 ^6 ^5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 ^5 .5 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^6 ^5 ^8 .7 ^7 .8 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 − .7 .6 − .6

.6 ^6 .5 − ^6 ^6 ^5 ^4 ^6 ^6 ^5 ^4 − ^3 .4 ^4 .5 − .5 ^1 .5 ^1 ^4 .6 .5 .5 .5 − .4 ^3 .3 ^7 .7

.6 .6 .6 − ^6 − .5 .5 − ^6 ^6 ^5 ^4 − ^6 ^5 ^4 − ^3 .4 ^4 .5 − − .5 ^1 ^1 ^4 .6 ^1 .5

.5 .4 ^3 .3 .5 − .4 ^3 .3 .3 − .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 ^6 ^5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 ^5 .5 .8

.8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^6 ^5 ^8 .7 ^7 .8 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 − .7 .6 − .6

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482. Banana boat Song, the

D G D Em D G D

.5 .5 .3 .3 .4 .4 .5 .5 .4 .4 ^4 ^5 .5 .5 .4 .4 .4 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 ^3 .3 .3 .5 .3 .3 .4 .5 .5 .4 ^4 ^5 ^5 ^5 .4 .4 .4 .4 .4

Em D D6 F#m G D Em D D6 F#m G D Em D

^3 ^3 ^3 .3 .3 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .4 .4 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 ^3 .3 .3 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .4 .4 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 ^3 .3 .3 .5 .5

483. Island in the Sun

3 3B E F# B F# B

.5 .5 .5 .6 .6 ^5 ^5 .6 .6 .6 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^5 ^5 ^5 .5 .5 .5 .4 .4 .4 ^5 .5 .5 .5 .5 ^4 ^4 ^4 .4 ^4 ^4 ^4 .4 .3 ^3 .3 .3 .3

B E F# B E F# B

.4 .4 .4 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 ^4 .4 .4 .4 .3 .3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^4 [^3 ^3] ^3 .3 ^2 ^2 ^2 ^2 [^3] ^2 ^3 .3 .3 .3

484. Jamaica Farewell

E A E B E B E A E B

.5 .5 .5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4

E E A B E A

.4 ^3 .3 .3 .4 .5 .3 .3 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 ^4 ^4 ^2 .3 ^3 ^3 .3 .3 .3 .4 .4 .5 .3 .3 .4 .4 .4 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4

E B E

.4 .4 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 ^3 .3 .3 .3

485. Coconut woman = 60

44

.4 .5 .6 ^6 ^6 ^5 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 ^5 ^5 .5 .5 ^3 .5 ^4 .4 .4 .5 .6 ^6 ^6 ^5 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 ^5 ^5 .5 .5 ^3 .5 ^4

.4 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 [^6] .5 ^6 ^6 .6 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 [^6] .5 ^6 ^6 .6 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 [^6] .5 ^6 ^6 .6 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5

Aoda1

[^6] .5 ^6 ^6 .6 ^6 ^6 .6 ^5 ^5 ^5 .5 ^6 ^6 .6 .6 .6 .5 ^6 ^6 ^5 ^5 ^5 .5 ^6 ^6 .6 .6 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .6

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486. Blue Moon = 150

A F#m Bm E7 A F#m B E7 A F#m Bm E7 A D A1 2

.5 .5 − ^4 .5 ^5 .5 .5 ^4 .5 − − ^3 .4 ^4 .4 .4 ^3 .4 .4 − .3 ^3 .4 .3 .3 .3 .3 − − .5 .3 .3 .3 .3

Bm E7 A F#m Bm E7 A G E B E7

^7 ^7 ^7 ^7 .7 .7 .6 .6 .6 .6 .6 .6 ^7 ^7 ^7 .7 .7 .6 .6 .6 .6 .6 .6 .6 .6 .6 ^7 ^7 ^4 ^4 − ^4 ^4 ^4 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^6 ^7 ^7 .8 .5

A F#m B E7 A F#m Bm E7 A F#m Bm E7 A

.5 − ^4 .5 ^5 .5 .5 ^4 .5 − − ^3 .4 ^4 .4 .4 ^3 .4 .4 − .3 ^3 .4 .3 .3 .3 .3 − −

487. Sailor = 160

B B7 E B B F#7 F#7 B B7 E B F#7 B

.5 .4 − .3 .3 ^4 ^5 − .5 .4 − .3 .4 ^3 − .5 .4 − .6 .6 ^4 ^5 − .5 .4 .4 .4 .2 ^3 .3

B7 E B F#7 B B7

− .6 .6 .6 .6 .6 .6 .6 ^5 ^4 .3 ^4 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 − .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 .5 ^4 ^4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 ^5 .5 − .6 .6 .6 .6 .6 .6

E B F#7 B

.6 ^5 ^4 .3 ^4 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 − .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 .5 ^4 .5 ^5 ^2 .3 −

488. You! You! You!

E A E B7 E A E B7 E

.5 .4 .3 [^3] .3 ^4 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .2 .3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 ^2 .2 ^2 ^3 .4 .3 [^3] .3 ^3 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .4

B7 E F#7 B F#7 (Dinish with one F#) B7

^3 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 [^6] ^4 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 .5 ^5 ^5 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6

489. Too Young

.5 .6 ^7 .7 ^6 .5 .4 ^5 − .5 .6 ^7 .7 ^6 .5 .4 ^5 − ^5 ^7 .7 ^8 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 ^5

.5 ^5 ^6 .5 .4 − .5 .6 ^7 .7 ^6 .5 .4 ^5 − .5 .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 − ^5 ^8 .7 .7 ^7 ^7 .6 .5 − [^6] .5

^5 ^4 ^6 .5 .6 −

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107490. Over The Rainbow = 130

A C#m D A D A F#m Bm A1 2

.3 .6 ^6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .3 ^5 .5 [^3] ^4 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 .3 .3 .5 .4 .5 .4 .5 .4 .5 .4 .5

E7 A E7 A B7 E E7

^4 .5 ^4 .5 ^4 .5 ^4 .5 ^5 ^5 − .5 .4 .5 .4 .5 .4 .5 .4 .5 [^6] ^5 ^4 ^5 ^4 ^5 ^4 ^5 ^6 ^6 ^7 ^5

491. Silver Threads Among the Gold = 160

44

E B7 E B7 E E B7 E E

.4 ^4 .4 .2 ^2 ^3 .3 .2 [3 ^3] ^2 ^4 [^3] ^4 .4 − .4 ^4 .4 .2 ^2 ^3 .3 .2 [3 ^3] ^2 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 −

B7 E F#7 B7 E B7 E B7 E

^2 .3 ^3 [3 ^3] ^2 .3 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 [^6] .5 − .4 ^4 .4 .2 ^2 ^3 .3 .2 [3 ^3] ^2 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 −

E B7 E B7 E B7 E B7 E

.4 ^4 .4 .2 ^2 ^3 .3 .2 [3 ^3] ^2 ^4 [^3] ^4 .4 − .4 ^4 .4 .2 ^2 ^3 .3 .2 [3 ^3] ^2 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 −

492. Strangers in the NightBert Kampfert

22

.3 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 ^3 ^3 ^2 .3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3] ^2 ^2 [^3] ^2 ^2 [^3] ^2 .3 ^2 [^3] ^4 ^4

^3 .4 .4 ^3 .4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 .3 ^2 .3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .3 ^2 .5 .5 .5 ^4 ^4 .4 .4

rit.

.4 ^4 ^4 .5 .5 ^4 ^4 .4 .5 ^4 ^4 .4 .4 .4 ^4 ^4 .5 .5 ^4 ^4 .4 ^4 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 ^4 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 ^4 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 .3 ^2 .3

f# tempo

.4 ^3 ^3 .3 .3 ^2 [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 .3 ^2 .3 − ^2 .3 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3] ^2 ^2 [^3] ^2 ^2 ^2 .3 ^3 .3 ^2 .3

.3

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44

.5 .5 .6 ^6 .5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .4 .5 ^4 [1] ^3 ^4 .4 − .5 .5 .6 ^6 .5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .4 .5 ^4 [1]

^3 ^4 .4 − ^4 .5 ^5 ^7 .6 ^1 ^7 .6 .5 ^7 .6 .5 .5 [^6] .5 ^5 ^6 ^6 ^6 − .5 .5 .6 ^6 .5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5

.4 .4 .5 ^4 [1] ^3 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 ^7 ^6 .6 ^7 ^5 ^6 .6 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 ^6 .6 .7 ^7 ^5 ^6 .6 .5

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Hey JudeBeatles, abc file by Bernard Loffet

= 70

44

3

^segno D A A7 D G D A7

.5 .4 − .4 .5 ^5 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .6 − .6 ^6 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 ^5 ^5 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^6 .5 .3 ^3 .4 ^5 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^2

D D fine F D7 G Em7 A7 D1 2

^2 .3 .5 ^2 .3 ^2 .3 .3 .6 .1 ^5 .5 .5 ^4 ^5 .6 ^5 − .6 ^4 .6 ^5 − .5 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 − ^4 .4 ^3 .3

D7 G Em7 A7 D D7 ^D.S. al fine A7

.3 .6 ^5 ^5 .5 .5 ^4 ^5 .6 ^5 − .6 ^4 .6 ^5 − .5 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 − ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .5 ^5 .1 ^5 .1 ^6 .6 ^7 ^7 .5

Let it Be

44

A E F#m D A E D A E

.5 .5 .5 .5 .5 − .4 .5 .5 .6 ^7 .7 .7 .7 − ^7 ^7 .6 .6 .7 .7 ^7 .7 .7 − ^7 .7 ^7 ^7 .6 − .5 .5 .5 ^5 .6 .5 − .5 .6 ^7

F#m D A E D A F#m E D A

^7 .7 .7 ^7 ^7 − .6 .6 − .7 .7 ^8 .7 .7 − ^7 .7 ^7 ^7 .6 − .7 ^7 .6 .6 .7 .8 ^9 − .8 .8 .8 .7 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 .7 − .6

E D A

.7 .7 ^8 − .7 .7 − ^7 .7 ^7 ^7 ^7 .6 − .4 .5

Michelle

B Em7 A G F# G ^Segno F# B Em7 A G

.4 .4 ^4 .3 ^2 .4 ^2 [[^1]] [^3] .3 [^1] .3 ^2 [^3] .3 ^2 .4 .4 ^4 .3 ^2 .4 ^2 [[^1]] [^3] .3 [^1] .3

3 3 3F# ^to aoda G F# Bm Am D7 G F# Bm Em Bm A#+ Bm7 Bm6

^2 [^3] ^2 .3 ^2 .4 ^5 .5 .4 ^5 .5 .4 ^6 ^5 .4 ^4 .4 ^4 .3 .3 .4 .4 .4 ^5 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 − ^2 ^3 .4 .4 .4 .4 .4 .4 .4 .4

Em7 ^segno F# F# G Bm Em F# B Em B

.4 ^3 .3 ^2 ^2 [^3] ^2 .3 [^3] ^3 ^2 .3 [^3] ^3 ^2 .3 ^2 [^3] [[1] ^3] ^2 [^3] [^3]

Penny Lane

E C#m F#m7 B7 E C#m Em7 Em6 C

.3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^2 [^3 .3] [^3 .3] − .2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 [3 ^3] .3 .3 − .2 .3 ^3 ^3 .3 .3 .3 .3 ^3 [^1] .3 ^3

B7 A D F#m7 G D F#m7 G

[^1] .3 ^3 ^3 [^3] .3 [1 ^1] ^4 [^1] ^3 [^1] ^4 [^1] ^3 .3 [[^1]] ^2 ^4 [^1] ^3 .4 ^4 [^1] ^3 .3 [[^1]] .3 ^3 [^1]

B7 B7 E A1 2

^3 ^2 [3 .3] .3 ^3 ^3 ^2 .2 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3

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E B7 E E7 A

.4 .4 .4 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^5 ^5 .5 ^4

E B7 E BC 2nd versefine1 2

.4 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .3 .4 .5 .3 .4 .5 .3 .4 .5 .6 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 − .3 .4 .3

A E A E B7 ^DC al fine

.3 .3 .3 ^4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 ^5 .6 ^4 ^5 .3 .4 .3 .3 .5 ^5 .5 ^5 .6 ^4 ^5 .3 .4 .4 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 ^3

497. Down By The Riverside

D A7 D

.4 .4 [3 ^3] .3 .3 .3 .4 .4 .4 .4 [^1] .4 ^3 .3 .3 ^3 ^3 [1] ^3 .3 ^2 ^2 .4 .4 [^1] .4 ^3 .3 .3 .4 .4 [3 ^3] .3

A7 G D1 2

.3 .3 .4 .4 .4 .4 [^1] .4 ^3 .3 .3 .4 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 − .5 .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 − ^4 .4 .4 .4 .4 .3 −

A7 D G D E7

.4 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 − .3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 − .4 .4 .4 .4 .3 − ^3 ^3 .4 [^6] ^3 .4 ^4 .5 − .5

498. Baby Face

A E7 A B7

.5 .4 .5 − − .6 .6 ^6 ^6 ^5 ^5 .5 ^4 ^3 ^4 − − ^6 ^6 ^5 ^5 .5 .5 [^6] ^4 ^3 ^4 ^4 .5 .4 .5 − ^5 ^6 .6

E7 A C#7 F#m D

− ^6 .6 ^5 ^6 .6 (^1) ^7 − ^6 ^5 ^1 .5 .4 .5 − − .6 .6 ^6 ^6 ^5 ^5 .5 ^1 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 − ^6 .6 (^1) ^7 .6 ^6

A F#m Bm E7 A

− ^5 ^1 ^5 .6 ^6 ^5 − .5 ^1 ^5 (^4) ^6 .7 .6 −

499. Bye Bye Blackbird

E B7 E B7

.4 .4 .4 .4 ^4 .4 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 ^3 .3 .3 .3 ^3 .3 ^2 − ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 .5 ^4 ^4 ^4 .4 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 ^3

E Bm C#7 F#m A B7 E Bm

.4 ^3 .3 − .3 .5 .5 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 ^3 [1] [^3] ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 ^2 .4 .4 .4 .4 ^4 .4 .4 .4 ^3 ^3

C#7 F#m B7 E

^3 [1] .3 ^3 ^4 − ^2 .3 −

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A E E7 A Bm E7

.5 ^4 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 − ^5 .5 ^4 ^5 .5 [^6] .5 [^6] .5 .4 − .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .6 ^5 ^4 − .5 ^5 (^4) ^6 ^6

A E D C#7 A

^6 ^5 ^5 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 [^6] ^4 .5 ^4 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 − .5 ^5 ^5 − ^1 ^5 ^6 − ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 .5 − ^6 .6

B7 E7

^7 (^1) ^7 ^5 − ^5 (^4) ^6 ^5 .5 ^6 ^5 .5 .6 −

501. When the Red Red Robin Comes Bob Bob Bobbing Along

E E E E7

.3 ^3 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 ^3 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 .2 .4 .3 ^3 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 ^3 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 .2 .5 ^5 ^4 ^5 ^4 ^5 ^4 ^4 .4 ^3

E C#m F#m B7 E B7 E

.5 .4 .5 .4 .5 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .3 .4 .3 .4 .3 .3 ^2 [^3] ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .4 ^3 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 ^3 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 .2 .4

B A Am E C#m E

.5 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^4 ^4 .4 ^3 .5 .3 ^1 ^5 ^5 ^1 ^5 .5 ^4 ^1 ^1 ^1 .1 ^1 ^4 .4 .5 .4 .3 [^3] .3 ^3 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .3

B7

^3 ^3 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 −

502. Oh You Beautiful Doll

.5 ^5 .6 ^7 .7 .8 − .7 ^7 ^7 ^7 .6 ^5 ^7 − ^6 − ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 ^6 ^1 .5 .6 − ^6 .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^5 ^1 .5 ^1

.6 ^7 .7 .8 − .7 ^7 ^7 ^7 .6 ^5 ^7 − .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .7 − (^1) .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .7 − .6 ^7 (^1) ^7 − .6 ^6 .6 ^7 (^1) ^7 − .7 .7

.7 .7 .7 .7 .8 − .7 ^7 .6

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1

.5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 − ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 − .5 ^5 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 − ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 ^3 ^3 ^4 .5 .4 ^3 − .3 ^3 .3

2

.3 .6 ^6 .5 ^5 ^6 − ^5 .5 .4 [^6] .5 − ^4 .4 .3 ^3 .4 − ^3 .3 ^2 .6 ^6 .5 ^5 ^6 − ^5 .5 .4 [^6] .5 − ^5 ^5 − ^6 .6

^7 ^6 ^5 .5 −

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506. Rock around the Clock

A E7

[3 .3 .3 .3 .3] [3 .3 .3] − ^2 ^2 ^2 ^2 ^2 ^2 ^2 ^2 − ^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 − ^2 .3 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 − ^3

A E7 D7 A E7

.2 ^2 ^3 ^2 .2 ^2 ^3 ^3 ^2 .2 ^2 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 [[^1] .3] ^3 .3 [[^1]] ^3 .3 ^2 .2 ^3 .3 ^2 ^2 .3 .3 .3 .3 −

A 1 2

^3 .3 ^2 [^3] [3 .3 .3 .3 .3 .3 .3 .3 .3] ^3 ^2 [3 .3 .3]

507. Twist, the

tacit

.3 .4 .4 .4 − .3 .4 .3 ^3 .3 − .3 ^3 .3 ^4 ^4 .3 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .4 .4 .3 .4 .3 ^3 − .3 .3 .3 .2 .3 .3 .4 .3

tacit

.3 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 .3 .3 .3 .3 .3 .3 .3 .3 .3 .3 [^1] .3 − ^3 .4 .3 .3 .3 .3 .3 .2 .3 − ^3 .4 ^3 − .3 .3 .3 .2 .3

.3 .3 .3 .3 .3

508. Chicken dance (D) = 90

44

.5 .5 ^5 ^5 .4 .4 .5 .5 .5 ^5 ^5 .4 .4 .5 .5 ^5 .6 ^6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 ^4 ^4 .5 .5 ^3 ^3 ^4 ^4 ^4 .5 .5 ^3 ^3 ^4 ^4 .5 ^6 .6 .6

1 2

.5 .4 .3 .5 .5 .5 .4 .3 .5 [^6] ^4 .4 .5 .7 ^7 ^7 .6 − .5 [^6] ^4 .4 .5 ^7 .6 ^6 − .5 .5 [^6] ^4 .5 ^7 .6

.6 ^6 − ^7 ^7 .6 .6 ^6 − ^6 .6 ^7 .6 − .5 [^6] ^4

509. Mexican Hat dance

86

A E7 A1

.5 .6 .5 .6 .5 .6 .6 .5 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 ^7 .5 ^6 .5 ^6 .5 ^6 ^6 .5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .6 .5

A A E72

.6 .8 [^10] .8 [^10] .8 .7 .1 .7 .6 ^6 .6 .5 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 ^8 .7 ^8 ^7 (^1) ^7 ^6 (^4) ^6 .5 .8 [^10]

A A1 2

.8 ^9 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .8 [^10] .6

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44

A E7 A

.5 .5 .5 .6 .6 .7 .5 .5 .5 .6 .6 .7 .5 .5 .5 .6 .6 .7 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 ^5 .6 ^7 .8 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6

E7 A E7 A A1 2

.7 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 ^5 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 .7 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 ^5 .6 .5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 − .5 .5 .5 .6

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511. For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow = 100

86

For he’s a jol − ly good fel − low, For he’s a jol − ly good fel − low, For he’s a jol − ly good fel − low Which

no − bo − dy can de − ny. Which no− bo − dy can de − ny, Which no − bo − dy can de − ny, For he’s a jol − ly good

fel − low, For he’s a jol − ly good fel − low For he’s a jol − ly good fel − low, Which no− bo − dy can de − ny.

512. Anniversary Waltz

43

A A# E7 Bm E7 Bm7 E7 E+ A6 Ao E7

.3 ^3 .4 .5 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^5 .4 .5 .5 ^3 .4 ^4 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .5 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^5 ^6 ^5 ^5 .5

E7m A7 D F#+ B7 E+ A C#m7 F#7 B7 E7

^7 ^7 .6 ^7 ^7 .6 (^4) ^5 .4 .5 ^4 ^5 ^5 .5 ^5 ^5 .5 .4 ^6 ^5 [^1] .3 ^3 .4 .5 ^5 ^6 ^5 ^5 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .5

A D A

.6 .6

513. Auld Lang Syne

D Em A7 D G D Em A G A7 D G D Bm Em A7

.2 .3 .3 .3 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .3 .3 .4 .5 ^5 ^5 .5 .4 .4 .3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .3 [^3 ^3 .3] .3 ^5 .5 .4 .4 .3 ^3 .3 ^3 ^5

D G D Bm Em A7 G A A7 D

.5 .4 .4 .5 ^5 ^5 .5 .4 .4 .3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3 ^3 .3] .3

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind?Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days of auld lang syne?And days of auld lang syne, my dear, And days of auld lang syne.Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days of auld lang syne?

We twa hae run aboot the braes And pu’d the gowans fine.We’ve wandered mony a weary foot, Sin’ auld lang syne.Sin’ auld lang syne, my dear, Sin’ auld lang syne,We’ve wandered mony a weary foot, Sin’ auld ang syne.

We twa hae sported i’ the burn, From morning sun till dine,But seas between us braid hae roared Sin’ auld lang syne.Sin’ auld lang syne, my dear, Sin’ auld lang syne.But seas between us braid hae roared bSin’ auld lang syne.

And ther’s a hand, my trusty friend, And gie’s a hand o’ thine;We’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet, For auld lang syne.For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne,We’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet, For auld lang syne.

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116514. Happy Birthday

86

C#m B F#m E E B A E E

[3 .3] [^3 .3] .3 ^2 [3 .3] [^3 .3] ^3 .3 [3 .3] .5 .4 .3 ^2 [^3] ^4 ^4 .4 .3 ^3 .3

515. Last Night I Had the Strangest Dream = 100

43

.5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .6 .6 ^5 .5 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 − .5 .5 ^4 ^3 .5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^4 .4 ^3

.3 − .3 .6 ^5 .5 ^4 .6 .6 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .5 .5 .5 ^5 ^5 .5 − .6 .6 .6 ^5 .5 ^4 .6 .6 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .5 .5 −

^4 .4 ^3 .3 −

516. Our God our help in Ages PastIsaac Watts 1674−1748 Tune William Croft 1678−1727

= 1 = 140

3 verses

.5 .4 ^5 .5 .6 .6 ^6 .6 .5 .6 .5 ^5 [^6] .5 ^6 .6 ^5 ^7 ^6 .6 ^5 ^6 .5 ^5 .6 ^7 ^6 .6

.3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 .4 .4 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 ^3 .4 .3 ^4 ^3 .4 ^3 ^2 .3 ^4 .4 ^3 ^3 .4

517. Lest We ForgetFor Those In Peril on the Sea

Wm Whiting. Tune John Bacchus Dykes 1823−76

= 140

(Recessional) 3 verses

.3 .4 .4 .5 .5 ^5 ^5 .5 .5 .6 ^7 ^6 .5 .5 [^6] .5 ^3 ^4 ^4 .4 .4 .5 .5 [^6] ^6 .5 [^6] .4 ^5 .5 [^6] .4 .4 .4 .4 ^4 ^4

[^6] ^4 .5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .3

518. Onward Christian Soldiers

44

.3 .3 .3 .3 .3 ^2 [^3] ^2 ^3 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .3 .4 .5 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^5 .4 [^6] .5 ^3 ^3 .5 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 .5 .5 .6 .5 ^5

^5 .5 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .3 .3 .3 ^2 [^3] ^2 ^3 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .3 .4 .5 .6 .6 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3

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117519. And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda

43

B E F#7 E

.3 .4 .4 .3 .6 .6 ^5 .5 .5 ^4 .4 .3 ^3 .4 .5 .5 .5 ^4 ^3 ^3 .3 − .3 .4 .5 .5 .4 .6 .6 ^5 .5 .5 ^4 .4 .3

F#7 E B F# E B

.4 .5 .5 .5 ^4 ^3 ^3 .3 − .6 .6 ^6 ^6 .6 ^7 ^6 .6 .6 ^5 .5 .6 ^6 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 .6 ^5 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3

E B F#7 B E B

.6 .6 ^5 .5 .5 ^4 .4 .3 ^3 .4 .5 .5 .5 ^4 ^3 .3 − .3 ^3 .4 .3 ^4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 − .3 .4 .5 .5 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3

− .3 .4 .5 .5 .4 .6 .6 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 .4 .3 .4 .5 .5 .5 ^4 ^3 .3

520. I Still Call Australia HomePeter Allen

= 120

43

D F#7 Bm D Dsus4D G Bm7 E7 Em7 D F#7 Bm E7

.4 .4 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 ^3 .3 .3 .3 .3 ^4 ^4 ^4 .4 ^4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .3 ^5 .3

D Em7 D F#m F#m7 F#m6 Bm7 E7 A C# F#m

.5 .5 .4 ^4 ^3 .3 − .6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .6 .6 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 .6 .6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .4 .6 .6 ^6 ^5

F#m7 F#m6 Bm7 Em7 A7 D F#7 Bm D Dsus4D G

^6 .6 .4 ^6 .6 ^5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .6 ^4 .4 ^3 .2 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 ^3 .3 .3 .3 .3 ^4 ^4 ^4

Bm7 E7 Em7 D F#7 Bm E7 D Em7 D D F#7 Bm

.4 ^4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .3 ^5 .3 .5 .5 .4 ^4 ^3 .3 − .4 .4 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 ^3 .3 .3

D Dsus4D G Bm7 E7 Em7 D F#7 Bm E7 D D

.3 .3 ^4 ^4 ^4 .4 ^4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 − .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .3 ^5 ^3 .5 .5 .4 ^4 ^3 ^3 .5 .5 .4

D

^4 ^3 ^3 .5 .5 .4 ^4 .5 .6 −

521. Advance Australia FairAmicus

= 160

44

E F#mF#7 B F#7 B E A E F#7 B E B F#7 B A E B

.2 .3 [3 .2 .3] .3 .3 .3 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .2 .3 [3 .2] − [3 .3 .3] .4 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3] [3 .3] [^3] ^2 .3 [^3] [3 .2 .2 .3]

A B A E C#m E B7 E B E B7 F#7 B7 E A E B7 E

[^3] .3 ^4 .4 ^3 .2 [^3] ^2 .3 [^3] .2 .3 .3 ^3 .4 .3 ^3 ^2 .3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3 .3] .3 .4 .3 ^3 ^2 .3

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118522. Advance Australia Fair (upper octave)

44

.5 .6 .5 .4 .5 .6 .6 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .5 .6 .5 .4 .3 .5 .5 .5 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .4 .5 ^5 .6 ^8 .7

^7 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .6 .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^7 ^6 .6 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .6 .7 .6 ^7 ^6 .6

523. God Defend New ZealandNew Zealand National Anthem

Thomas Bracken, Tune John Woods = 140

.6 ^6 .6 .5 .7 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 ^8 .5 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 .7 .6 ^5 ^7 .6 ^6 .6

.8 .8 .6 .7 .8 .8 ^9 .8 ^7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .8 .8 ^8 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6

524. God Save the King

43

E B7 E A E B7 E B E B7 E E B7 E F#m B7 E E B7 E

.3 .3 ^3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 .5 .5 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^4 .5

3

A E B7 E

^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3

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525. Carolan’s draughtTurlough O’Carolan (Ireland)

.2 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 [^3] .5 .2 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 [^6] .7 ^7 .6

.6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^3 [^6] .5 ^6 .6 ^7 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .6 ^6 ^5 ^5 ^1 ^4 .4 ^5 ^1 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7

.7 .4 .7 .4 ^7 .4 ^7 .4 .6 .4 .6 .4 ^6 .4 ^6 .4 ^5 ^1 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^5 .5 .5 .2 ^4 .4 ^3 .3

^2 .3 ^3 ^2 .2 [^3] ^2 .3 [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3 .5 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .6

526. Planxty HewlettTurlough O’Carolan (Ireland)

= 140

43

B B B D#m B B B G#m B E B B B B B

.5 .4 .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .5 .6 .7 .7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .4 ^4 ^4 ^5 .5 ^4 .5 .4 .3 .3 .3 .3 .5 .4 .5 ^5

B B B G#m E E F# E E F# E E B B B E B D#m B

.5 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 ^4 .5 ^4 ^3 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^5 .5 ^4 .5 .4 .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .5

B B G#m B E B B

.7 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .4 ^4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^4 .5 .4 .3 .3 .3

527. Planxty George BrabazonO’Carolan

.6 ^5 .5 .3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .5 .3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^5 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .6 ^6 ^5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3

.4 ^3 .3 [^3 .3 ^3] .3 ^3 .4 .3 .3 .6 ^7 .7 .6 .7 ^7 ^6 ^7 .6 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^5 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^3 ^3 .6 ^7 .7 .6 .7 ^7 ^6 ^7

.6 ^5 .6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 [3 ^3] .3 ^3 .4 .3 .3

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= 60

42

3G#m B G#m B

.5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^4 .5 .4 .5 ^3 .5 .3 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .6 .8 .7 ^8 .8 .7 ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 .7

E B C#m D#m

^8 .8 ^9 ^8 .7 .6 .7 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 .6 ^5 .6 ^8 ^5 ^8 ^5 .5 .6 .5 .6 .7 .5 .7 .5 ^4 ^5 ^4 ^5 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .5 ^4

3B F# B1 2

.4 ^4 .5 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^4 .5 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^9 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .8 ^6 .8

E B F# G#m F#

^5 ^8 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 ^6 ^5 .5 .6 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .8 .8 .8 ^5 ^8 ^8 ^8 .5 .7 .7 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .8 .8 .8

E B D#m B C#m

^5 ^8 ^8 ^8 ^9 ^8 ^9 ^8 .8 .7 .8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .5 ^5 ^4 .5 .4 ^4 ^3 .3 .5 .4 .5 .3 .5 .4 .5 ^4 ^3 ^5 ^3 ^4 ^3 ^5 ^3

3B C#m B dinish on one F# part1 2

.4 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .5 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 ^5 ^6

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44

^3 .5 − [^6 ^6] .4 ^3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^2 [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 ^6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 [3 ^3] ^2 .3 [^3] ^2 .2 ^3 .5 − [^6 ^6]

44

.4 ^3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^2 [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 ^6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 [3 ^3] ^2 .3 [^3 .3] .2 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .5

^5 [^6] ^3 .4 [^6] .5 [^3 ^3] ^2 .3 ^2 .4 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .5 ^6 ^5 .5 [3 ^3] ^2 .3 [^3 .3] .2 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .5

^5 [^6] ^3 .4 [^6] .5 [^3 ^3] ^2 .3 ^2 .4 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .5 ^6 ^5 .5 [3 ^3] ^2 .3 [^3 .3] .2 ^3 .5 − [^6 ^6] .4 ^3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^2

[^3] ^2 .3 ^3 ^6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 [3 ^3] ^2 .3 [^3] ^2 .2 ^3 .5 − [^6 ^6] .4 ^3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^2 [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 ^6 ^6 ^5

.5 .4 ^3 [3 ^3] ^2 .3 [^3 .3] .2 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .5 ^5 [^6] ^3 .4 [^6] .5 [^3 ^3] ^2 .3 ^2 .4 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .5 ^6 ^5 .5 [3 ^3] ^2 .3 [^3 .3]

.2 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 .5 ^5 [^6] ^3 .4 [^6] .5 [^3 ^3] ^2 .3 ^2 .4 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .5 ^6 ^5 .5 [3 ^3] ^2 .3 [^3 .3] .2

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122AIRS

530. For Ireland I’d not tell her Name

43

.4 [3 .3] [^3] .3 ^3 .4 − .3 ^3 .4 [3 .3] [^3] .3 .4 .3 ^3 − .3 ^3 .4 [3 .3] [^3] ^4 ^3 .4 − .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3]

[3 ^3] .3 .3 − .4 ^4 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 ^5 − .6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .3 ^3 − .3 ^3 .4 [3 .3] [^3] ^4 ^3 .4

− .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] [3 ^3] .3 .3 −

531. Lament on the Death of Rev. Archie BeatonJ. Mason 1971

= 58

Slow and pathetic

.4 ^4 .5 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .2 .3 [^3] .3 [^3 .3 .2] − .4 ^4 .5 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .2 .3

[^3] ^4 ^3 ^2 .2 .3 [2] − − [2 .3 .3] .4 ^3 .3 [^3] .2 .3 [^3 .3 .2] − [2] − − [2 .3 .3]

.4 ^3 .3 [^3] .2 .3 [2] − [2] − [2] − − [2 .3] .3 .4 .5 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 .6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .4 ^4

.5 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .2 .3 [^3] ^4 ^3 ^2 .2 − − −

532. The Minstrel BoyThomas Moore (1779−1852) Air "the Moreen", an Ancient Irish Air, recorded by the Clancy Bros on songs of Rebellion.

= 240

44

E F#m E C#m E B E E E C#m G#m E1 2

.2 .3 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .2 .3 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .5

C#m E C#m E E F#m E C#m E B

^5 .4 .4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .3 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 .5 .4 ^3 .3

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42

E F#m E B E F#m E

.6 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^3 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 .6 ^4 .4 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4

B E F#m B E B E B E A E F#m E

^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3 .3] .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2

.3 .3 .3 .3

534. Reedy River(C) Chris Kempster

= 125

44

v1,2,4,5,7

.2 .3 .3 .3 .4 .3 [3 .3] [^3 .3 ^3] ^2 .3 .3 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 .4 .3 .3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .4 .2 .3 .3 .3 .4 .3 [3 .3] [^3 .3 ^3] ^2

v3,6,8

.3 .3 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 .4 ^3 ^4 .2 ^2 .3 .3 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 .4 .3 .3 ^4 ^4 ^5 ^4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .5 ^4 .4 .4 .4

^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .3 .3 ^3 ^3 ^3 .4 .4 ^4 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .5 ^4 .4 − .4 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3

535. Kelvin Grove (Air) = 100

42

E B/f# E/g# E A F#7/a+ B7 B7 E B/f# E/g# E A Am E E e# F#m F#m7/e

.3 ^3 .4 .5 ^3 .4 .3 ^2 [^3 .3] [^3] ^3 .4 ^3 − .3 ^3 .4 .5 ^3 .4 .3 ^2 [^3 .3] [^3] .3 ^3 .3 − ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^4 .5

B7/d+ B7 E g# F#7/a+ B7 B7 E B/d+ C#m C#m b A Am E E

^5 − .4 ^4 .5 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 − .3 ^3 .4 .5 ^3 .4 .3 ^2 [^3 .3] [^3] .3 ^3 .3 −

536. The Stars up above

44

.2 .4 .5 .5 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 − .2 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 ^3 − .3 ^5 .5 ^4 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .4

^3 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 −

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124537. Ballade IrlandaiseTraditionnel abc file by Bernard Loffet

= 300

44

.3 .3 .3 .3 ^4 ^5 .3 .3 .3 .3 ^5 ^5 ^5 ^5 .7 ^3 .7 .5 .5 .5 .5 .4 .4 .4

.4 .7 ^5 ^5 ^5 ^5 ^4 ^5 .3 .3 ^4 ^4 .3 .3 .3 .3

538. Marino Waltz = 70

A

44

.6 .5 .4 ^2 .4 [^3] − ^4 .2 − − [3 ^3] ^2 .2 ^3 .3 .2 .4 ^3 − .6 .5 .4 ^2 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 [^3] ^5 .5

^4 ^3 ^2 .4 .3 .5 [^6] .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 .4 ^2 .4 [^3] − ^4 .2 − − [3 ^3] ^2 .2 ^3 .3 .2 .4 ^3 − .6

.5 .4 ^2 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 [^3] ^5 .5 ^4 ^3 ^2 .4 .3 [3 .3] [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 − .4 .4 ^2 − [^3] − ^4

[^3] .3 − ^3 .3 ^2 ^2 [^3 .3] − [3 ^3] ^2 .2 ^3 .3 .2 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 ^3 ^2 .2 .4 .3

B

[3 .3] [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 − .4 .4 − ^2 − [^3] − ^4 [^3] .3 − ^3 .3 ^2 ^2 [^3 .3] − [3 ^3] ^2 .2 ^3 .3 .2 .5 ^5 .5 ^4

^3 ^2 .2 .4 .3 ^5 ^1 ^5 ^6 [[^10]] ^7

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42

[2] [^3 .3 ^3] ^2 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 .4 .3 ^3 .4 [^3 ^3] ^2 .3 [^3] ^2 .3 ^2 [^3 .3 .2] [^3 .3 ^3] ^2 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 ^4

.4 [^3] .3 ^2 [^3 .3] [^3 ^3] ^5 ^5 .4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 ^5 .4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 .4 ^5 .4 .4 .5 ^5 ^6

.6 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^6 ^5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^5 ^6 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^4

.5 .4 ^3 ^2 .3 ^2 [^3 ^3] [2 ^3 ^3] ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^5 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 ^5 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3]

540. Si Beg Si MorCarolan

43

.6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 .6 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 .7 ^5 ^7 .5 .6 .4 ^3 .3 .7 ^5 ^7

.5 .6 ^6 .6 .6 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 .8 ^9 .8 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 ^7 .8 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .7 ^5 ^7

.5 .8 ^9 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 .6

541. Rachel Rae (Scotland)

= 70

44

.3 .4 .5 .6 .5 ^6 .6 .7 .6 ^7 ^6 .5 .6 .5 .4 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .3 .3 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 .7 .6 ^8 ^9 ^8 ^7 ^6 .5

.6 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 ^8 .7 ^7 .7 .6 .6 .5 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 .7 .6 ^8 ^9 ^8 ^7 ^6 .5 .6 .5 .4 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .3 .3

542. Fairy danceNathaniel Gow ? (England)

= 80

44

.7 .7 .6 .7 .7 .6 .7 .7 .6 ^6 ^7 ^6 .5 .7 .7 .6 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 .8 .8 .7 ^9 ^9 .8 ^8 .7 ^8 ^7 .8 .8 ^8

1 2

.7 .7 .6 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 ^6 .5 ^5 ^6 .6

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126543. The Resting ChairTrad

44

.7 ^8 ^7 .7 .6 .5 .4 .3 ^4 ^7 .4 .6 .5 [^6] ^5 ^7 .6 ^6 .5 .7 ^8 ^7 .7 .6 .5 .4 .3 ^4 ^7 .5 ^6 .6 .5 .7 ^8 ^7 .7

44

.6 .5 .4 .3 ^4 ^7 .4 .6 .5 [^6] ^5 ^7 .6 ^6 .5 .7 ^8 ^7 .7 .6 .5 .4 .3 ^4 ^7 .5 ^6 .6 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .9 .8

^9 .9 .8 .7 ^8 .8 .7 .6 ^5 ^7 .6 ^6 .5 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .9 .8 ^9 .9 .8 .7 ^8 ^9 .8 ^6 .6 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .9 .8

^9 .9 .8 .7 ^8 .8 .7 .6 .5 [^6] ^5 ^7 .6 ^6 .5 .7 ^8 ^7 .7 .6 .5 .4 .3 ^4 ^3 .5 ^6 .6

544. MacPherson’s Lament = 50

44

Verse

.2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3 .3] .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3Fare − well, ye dunge − ons dark and strong. Fare− well, fare − well to thee. Mc Pher − son’s life will not

Bhorus

^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .2 .3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] .2 .4 ^4 .5 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3be long, on yon − der gal − lows tree. Sae rant − ing − ly, sae want− ing − ly, And sae daunt− ing − ly gaed

[^3] ^5 .5 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^3 ^3 .2 .3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3 .3]he. He played a tune and he danced a − round be − low tree.

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127545. Miss Kate RusbyJohn McCusker (Battlefield Band) Pub Kinmor Music arr.PBR

= 80

43

3 3E B C#m B E B F#m B E

.2 .4 .2 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 .5 .2 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 .2 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3] ^4 .4 ^3 ^3 .3 [^3] ^2 ^3 ^2 .3 ^4 .4 .5 .3 ^2

3 3F#m E F#m B E B C#m B E B F#m

[^3] ^3 .4 ^4 .4 .2 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 − .2 .4 .2 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 .5 .2 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 .5 .2 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3] ^4 .4

3B G#m E B E C#m F#m C#m B F#m B E1 2

^3 ^6 .6 ^7 .7 ^6 ^7 .6 .3 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .3 ^2 [^3] .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 .5 .3 [^3] ^3 ^4 .4 ^2 ^3 .3

546. Roisin DubhRoisin Bheag DubhMy Little Dark Rose

Traditional Celtic = 60

43

B B B C#m B B C#m G#m B C#m B B C#m B B B C#m B C#m B B B B C#m B B C#m

B B B B E B B B B B C#m B B C#m B G#m B B B B B C#m B B C#m G#m B C#m B

B C#m B B B B1 2

547. Roisin Dubh with ornamentation = 60

44

B G#m F# B F# B

3

F# B G#m F# B F#

3

B F# B G#m B F# B

F# G#m F# B

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600. Shoals of Herring = 76

42

.3 ^3 .5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .3 .4 .5 .5 .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^7 ^6 .5 .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^7 .6 ^6 .5 ^4 .4 .3 .3 .4 .5 .5 .4 .3 ^4 .4

^3 .3

601. Scarborough FairTrad. North England

= 150

43

[^3 ^3] .4 .4 − .4 ^2 .3 ^2 [^3] [^3] .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 [^6] ^3 .4 − − − ^5

43

[^3 ^3] [3 ^3 .3] .3 ^2 [^3] [^3 ^3 ^3] [2] .5 ^5 .5 ^5 ^5 ^5 ^2 ^6 ^6 ^5

^5 ^5 .2 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 − [^3] .4 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3 − ]

.5 .5 .5 .4 .5 ^3 .2 [3 ^3] ^2 .3 [^3 ^3] .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^2 .2 [^3]

602. I Never Will Marry = 100

43

One mor − ning I ram− bled, Down by the sea shore. The wind it did whis − tle And the wa − ters did roar.

603. Shady Grove = 400

42

Cheeksas red as the bloo − ming rose, Eyes of the dee− pest brown You are the dar− ling of my heart, Stay til the sun goes

down.

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129606. Ash Grove, the (2 parts)Old Welsh tune

Words Thomas Olipham

43

E F#m B E A E B7 E B7 E C#m

.2 .3 .4 .5 .4 .3 .3 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 [3 .3] .3 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3] − [^3 .3] .3 ^2 .3 .2 .3 .4 .5 .4 .3 .3

43

[3 .3 .3] ^3 .3 [3 .2 ^3] − [^3 .3 .3 .3 .3 .3 .3] − [3 .2 .2] − ^2 [2] − [2 .3] ^3 .3 [^3 ^3

F#m F#7 B E A E B7 E Bm C# F#m B7

^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 [3 .3] .3 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3] − [^3 .3] .3 ^2 .3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 − ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3

^3] ^3 [^3 .3 .3 .3] [3 .2 .3] − − − [2 .3] − [2] .3 .4 .3 .3 [1] ^3 [1] ^3 [^3] ^3 ^3 .3 ^2

E B F#7 B B7 E F#m F#7 B E A E B7

.4 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .5 [^6] .5 .5 .3 .4 .5 .4 .3 .3 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 [3 .3] .3 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3] − [^3 .3] .3 ^2

.3 .3 .3 .3 [2] ^2 ^3 .3 ^2 .2 − ^2 ^2 ^3 .3 [3 .2 ^3] − [^3 ^3] − [^3 .3 .3 .3] − − − [2 .2] −

E

.3

[2]

607. Berkshire Tragedy, the (Trad)

86

.5 .5 .5 ^4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^3 .3 .3 .3 ^3 .2 ^3 .2 .5 .5 .5 ^4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^3 .3 .3A far − mer he lived in the West Count− ry with a hey down, low down A far − mer he lived in the West Count− ry and

^4 [^1] ^3 .3 ^2 ^2 [^3 .3 .3] .3 .3 .4 .4 ^5 .5 .4 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .3he had daugh− ters one two and three, and I’ll be true to my love if my love will be true to me.

608. Jacob’s Ladder = 400

A E7 A D A E7 A

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130609. Fathom The Bowl = 100

43

From France we get bran− dy, from Ja − mai − ca comes rum. Sweet oran − ges and lem − ons from

Port− u − gal come. Bu − t stout and strong ci − der are Eng − land’s con − trol. Bring me the punch la − dle, I’ll

fath − om the bowl. I’ll fath − om the bowl. I’ll fath− om the bowl. Give me the punch lad − le I’ll fath − om the bowl.

610. Kumbaya

42

A D A A Bm E7 A D A

Bm A E7 A

611. Pokare Kare Ana

43

D G A7 D G

.2 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 .3 .4 − .2 .3 .3 ^2 ^2 [^3] ^3 − [^3 ^3] ^3 ^3 .3 .3 ^2 ^3 − [3 ^3 ^3 .3 .3] .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4

D A7 D

[^3] .3 ^4 .4 .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^3 ^2 ^2 [^3 .3] .3

612. Long Long TrailKevin Briggs, via EF

86

E E A E B7 B7 E F#7

.2 .3 .4 .4 .4 − ^4 .4 .4 − ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 − ^3 .4 − ^3 .4 ^4 .5 − ^4 .5 − ^4 ^4 .4 ^2 .3 .4 ^3 ^3 .4

B7 E E A E B7 B7 E E

^3 − .2 .3 .4 .4 .4 − ^4 .4 .4 − ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 − ^3 .4 − ^3 .4 ^4 .5 − ^4 .5 − ^4 ^4 .4 ^2 .3 .4 .4

B7 E C#m F#m C#m C#m G#7 C#m C#m F#m C#m

− .3 ^3 .3 − ^2 [^3] − ^2 [^3] ^2 .3 [^3] ^4 .4 [^3 ^3] ^2 .3 ^2 [^3] − [^3] − ^2 [^3] ^2 .3 [^3] ^4 .4

C#m G#7 C#m F#m C#m C#m G#7 C#m A A

[^3 ^3] ^2 .3 [^1] .4 − [^3] − ^2 [^3] ^2 .3 [^3] ^4 .4 [^3 ^3] ^2 .3 ^2 [^3] − [^3 .3 ^3] ^2 .3 [^3 .3 ^3] ^2

A G#7

.3 [^3] ^2 .3 .3 ^3 [^1] .4 −

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131613. Long Black VeilMarijon Wilkins and Danny Dill

= 128

44

[^3] − .3 .3 .3 .3 [3] .3 ^3 .4 .4 ^3 .3 − ^3 ^3 .4 ^3 [3] [3] .3 .3 ^3 .3 .3 .3 .3 .3Oh Ten years a − go on a cold dark night, Some− one was killed ’neath the Town Hall light. The peo− ple who

aho:

.3 [3] .3 ^3 .4 .4 ^3 .3 − ^2 .3 ^3 ^3 .4 ^3 [3] [3] .3 .3 ^3 .3 [3] [^3] .3 .3 [^3] [3] − [3] [^3]saw they all a − greed That the slay − er who ran looked a lot like me. She walks these hills in a

.3 .3 .4 − ^3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] .3 − .3 [^3] [3] − [3] [^3] .3 ^3 .3 .4 − ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .5 ^5long black veil, Vi − sits my grave when the night winds wail, No − bo − dy

.5 .4 .3 .3 .3 .4 ^3 .3 − [^3] .3 − .3 .3 ^3 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .3knows, No − bo − dy sees, No bo − dy knows but me.

614. Sweet Jenny JonesAdderbury

43

.5 .6 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^5 ^7 ^6 .5 ^6 .6 .5 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 .6 ^6 .6 .6 ^7 .7 .6 .7 ^7 ^6 .5 .6 ^5 .6 ^6 .5 .6 ^7

.7 .6 .7 ^7 ^6 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .6 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^5 ^7 ^6 .5 ^6 .6 .5 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 .6 ^6 .6

615. The Foggy Dew = 100

44

’Twas down the glen one Eas− ter morn, To a ci − ty fair rode I. When Ire − land’s line of

march − ing men In squad− rons passed me by. No pipe did hum, and no bat − tle drum Did

sound it’s dread tat − too, But the An − ge− lus bell o’er the Lif − fey’s swell Rang out in the fog − gy dew.

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132616. Foggy Foggy Dew, the (2 parts)Trad

= 170

44

E A F# B7 E A F#

.2 .3 .3 .3 .4 .4 .4 .4 [^3 ^3 ^3] ^3 ^3 .2 ^2 ^2 ^3 ^4 .4 .3 [3 .3] .3 .3 .3 .3 .4 .4 .4 .4 [^3 ^3 ^3] ^3 .3 .3

44

[3 .3 .3] − − − − − [3 .3] [3 .3 .3 .3 .3 .3] − − [^3]

B7 E B7 E B7 E A F#

^2 ^2 [^3] ^2 .3 [3 .3] ^2 ^3 ^4 .4 .3 [3 .3 .3 .3 .3] ^4 ^4 .4 [3 .3] .3 .3 .3 .3 .4 .4 .4 [^3 ^3 ^3] ^3 .3 .3

− − − [2] − − [^3

B7 E

^2 ^2 ^2 [3 ^3 ^3] ^2 .2 .3

.3]

617. Drunken SailorTrad sea shanty

= 240

44

C#m B C#m E B C#m Aho

.4 .4 .4 .4 .4 .4 .4 [^3] .3 .4 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 .2 ^2 ^3 .4 .4 .4 .4 .4 .4 .4 − .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 ^2 ^5 [^3] .4 .4 .4

B C#m E B C#m

.4 [^3] .3 .4 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 .2 ^2 ^3 .4 .4 .4 .4 − .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 ^2 [^3 ^3]

618. Early One Morning (2 parts)

42

E# A# E# A# D#m B#7 E# A# B#7 E# B#7

.3 .3 .3 .3 .4 .5 .5 ^5 ^4 ^3 .3 ^2 ^3 [3 .3] .3 .3 .3 .3 .4 .5 .5 ^5 ^4 ^3 ^2 .3 Oh, don’t de −Ear − ly one mor − ning, just as the sun was ri − sing, I heard a maid − en sing in the val − ley be − low. ^3 .4 ^4

42

B#7 E# B#7 E#

ceive me. Pray, ne − ver leave me How could you use a poor maid − en so!.5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .3 .3 .4 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3

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133620. Mary Hamilton = 130

43

.3 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .4 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 ^3 .5 − .6 .6 ^6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4Last night there were four Ma − ries, this night there’ll be but three There’were Ma − ry Sea− ton and Ma − ry

.3 .3 ^3 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .3Bea− ton and Ma − ry Car − mi − chaeland me.

621. Donna Donna = 100

44

Verse

.4 [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 .4 [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 .4 [^3] ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .4 [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 .4 [^3] ^2 .3 ^3High a − bove him, there’s a swal− low

.4 [^3] ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3] .5 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 ^3 ^3 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .5 .5 ^4wing − ing swift − ly thru the sky. How the winds are laugh − ing, they laugh with all their might. Laugh and laugh the

Ahorus

.4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3] ^2 ^2 ^2 ^2 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 .5 .5 ^4 .4whole day thru and half the sum− mer’s night. Don − na, don− na don − na, don − na. Don− na, don − na, don − na, don.

^2 ^2 ^2 ^2 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .4 ^2 .3 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3]Don − na, don− na, don − na, don − na. Don − na, don− na, don − na, don.

622. Cuckoo is a Pretty Bird = 100

43

[^3] [^3] [^3] ^5 .5 .4 ^3 ^2 [3] [^3] ^2 .3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] [^3] [3] [^3] ^5 .5 .4 ^3 ^2 [3] [^3] ^2Oh the cuc− koo, she’s a pret − ty bird. She sing − eth as she flies. She bring − eth glad tid − ings, she

.3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] [^3] ^2 .3 ^3 .4 .3 ^3 .3 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .4 ^3 .4 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5tell − eth no lies. She suck − eth white flow − ers for to keep her voice clear. And she nev − er cry − eth

.4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 [^3] .3 .5 [^3]cuc − koo ’til sum − mer draw − eth near.

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134623. There But For FortunePhil Ochs

= 100

44

.4 .4 ^3 ^3 .3 − .4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .4 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 [^3] [^3] .3 ^2 [3]Show me a pris − on Show me a jail Show me a pris on man whose face is grow − ing pale And

.4 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 .3 − .4 ^4 ^4 ^4 .4 ^3 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 .3 ^2 ^3 ^3 [^3] .3 ^2I’ll show you a young man with so many reas− ons why And there but for for − tune may go you or I

624. Copper Kettle = 100

86

Verse:

.3 .3 .3 ^3 ^3 .4 .5 − .3 .3 .3 ^3 .3 .4 .4 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3] − [^3] ^3 ^3 ^3 − .4Get you a cop − per ket − tle. Get you a cop − per coil. Co− ver with new made corn mash and ne− ver more you’ll

Ahorus

^3 − .5 .5 ^5 ^5 − ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 − ^5 .5 .5 .4 .4 ^5 ^5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 −toil. You’ll just lay there by the ju − ni − per while the moon is bright. Watch the jugs a − fil − ling

.3 .3 ^2 .3 ^2 [^3]in the pale moon light.

625. Great Storm is OverBob Franke

= 100

22

.5 .5 .5 .5 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 [^3 .3] .3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 [^3 .3] .5 .5 .5The thun − der and light − ning gave voice to the night. The lit − tle lame child cried a − loud in her fright. Hush, lit − tle

Ahorus:

.4 .4 [^3] .3 .3 [^3 .3] .3 .3 .3 [^3] .4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 [^3 .3 .3] .3 .3 .3 ^3 ^3 ^3 .3ba− by, a sto − ry I’ll tell of a love that has van− quished the pow − ers of hell. A − le − lu − ia, the great storm is

^3 .4 .5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 [^3 .3]o − ver, lift up your wings and fly.

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135626. All my trials = 132

44

B D B D#m C#m D#m

.5 .5 .3 .3 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .5 ^5 (^4) − ^6 .6 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 ^5 ^4 .4 − .4If re − li − gion was a thing that mo− ney could buy, The rich would live, and the poor would die, All my

C#m F#7 B

.4 ^3 ^3 − − ^3 − .4 ^3 .3 −tri − als Lord, Soon be ov − er.

Chorus

F#mB B7 Em C#m F#7 B

.6 .6 .5 .6 .6 − .5 .5 ^5 .5 .3 ^4 − − .4 − .4 .4 ^3 ^3 − ^3 ^3 − .4 ^3 .3 −Too late my bro − thers. Too late but ne− ver mind, All my tri − als Lord, Soon be ov − er.

627. Pick a Bale of Cotton = 250

42

E A E B7 E ahorus:G

Gon− na Jump down, turn a− round pick a bale of cot− ton, Gon − na Jump down, turn a− round pick a bale a day. Oh Lor − dy

A E B7 E

pick a bale of cot− ton, Oh Lor − dy pick a bale a day.

628. The Boll Weevil = 100

42

The farm − er took de Boll Wee− vil an’ put him in de sand; An’ de Boll Wee− vil said to the farm − er, I’ll stand it like a

man, It − ’ll be my home, It − ’ll be my home. It − ’ll be my home, It − ’ll be my home.

629. The Happy Wanderer = 100

44

.5 .5 .5 .5 ^4 ^4 .4 .4 .4 .4 .5 .5 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .5 ^6 ^6 ^6 .6 .5 .5 .5 ^5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .5I love to go a − wan − de− ring, A − long the moun− tain track, And as I go I love to sing, my knap− sack on my back. Val de

^6 .5 .5 .6 .5 .5 ^7 .5 .5 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^6 .5 .5 .6 .5 ^5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3ree, Val de rah, Val de ree, Val de rah− ha− ha − ha− ha− ha Val de ree Val de rah My knap− sack on my back.

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136630. Red River Valley = 100

44

From this val − ley they say you are go − ing, We will miss your bright face and sweet smile, For you know you are ta− king the

sun− shine THat has bright − enedour path− way a − while.

631. On Top of Old Smoky = 100

43

On top of old Smo − ky All co − vered with snow, I lost my true lo − ver, From cour − tin’ too slow.

632. Coming ’Round the Mountain = 100

44

She’ll be com − ing ’round the moun− tain when she comes. She’ll be com − ing ’round the moun− tain when she comes,

She’ll be com − ing ’round the mountain,she’ll be com − ing ’round the mountain, she’ll be com − ing ’round the mountain when

she comes.

633. Clementine = 100

43

In a cav− ern, in a can− yon, ex− ca − vat− ing for a mine. Dwelt a mi − ner, for − ty nin − er and his daugh− ter Clem− in − tine.

634. John Brown’s Body = 128

86

. − . − John Brown’s bo − dy lies a − mould − rin’ in his grave; . − . − John Brown’s bo − dy lies a − mould − rin’ in his

ahorus:

grave. . − . − John Brown’s bo − dy lies a − mould− rin’ in his grave, His soul goes march− ing on. Glo − ry glo − ry hal− e −

lu − jah! Glo − ry glo − ry hal − e − lu − jah! Glo − ry glo − ry hal − e − lu − jah! His soul goes march− ing on.

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137636. Michael Row the Boat Ashore = 100

44

Mi − chael row the boat a − shore, Al − le − lu − ya, Mi − chael row the boat a − shore, Al − le − lu − ya, Mi −

643. Battle of Jerico = 132

80

Jo − shua fought the bat − tle of Je − ri − cho, Je − ri − cho, Je − ri − cho Jo − shua fought the bat − tle

of Je − ri − cho An’ the walls came tum − blin’ down You can talk a − bout the kings of Gi − de − on, You

can talk a − bout the men of Saul, But there’s none like good old Josh − u − a at the bat − tle of Je − ri −

cho.

637. Down in the Valley = 100

43

Down in the val − ley, Val − ley so low, Hang your head o − ver, Hear the wind blow.

638. Sail Away Ladies = 100

42

refrain:

Ain’t no use to set an’ cry, Sail a − way, la − dies, sail a − way. You’ll be an an− gel bye and bye. Sail a − way la − dies sail a − way.

ahorus:

Don’t she rock em di − dy O, Don’t she rock em di − dy O, Don’t she rock em di − dy O, Don’t she rock em di − dy O.

639. No Hiding Place Down There

GE A B7 C#mF#7 B7 E E7 A A7 E F#7 B7 E

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138640. Cindy = 154

44

You ought to see my Cin − dy, She’s li − vin’ way down south; She’s so sweet that ho − ney − bees, Swarm a − round her

ahorus:

mouth. Get a − long home, Cin − dy, Cin − dy, Get a − long home. Get a − long home, Cin − dy, Cin − dy, I’ll mar− ry you some

day.

Cindy

642. Midnight SpecialSouthern Prison Folk song

= 180

44

E A E B7 E A E

3

42

B7 E Ahorus A E B7 E

644. Puttin’ On the Style = 140

44

Young man in a car − riage, dri − ving like he’s mad, With a pair of hor− ses he bor− rowed from his dad; He cracks his whip so

ahorus:

smart− ly just to see his la − dy smile, But she knows he’s on − ly put − ting on the style. Put− ting on the a − go − ny,

Put− ting on the style, That’s what all the young folks are do − ing all the while, And as I look a − round me, I’m ve − ry apt to

smile, To see so ma − ny peo − ple, Put − ting on the style.

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139645. Tie a Yellow RibbonRound the Old Oak Tree

44

^2 .4 .5 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 [^3] ^3 ^4 .5 ^4 .5 ^4 ^3 .2 ^2 ^3 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .3 .4 .5 .5 .5 .3 ^2 −

.5 .5 ^5 .5 .5 ^4 .4 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 − ^4 .5 ^4 .5 ^4 .5 ^4 − .3 ^3 .4 .4 ^5 ^5 .6 .6 .6 ^5 ^5 .4 .4 ^5 ^1

^1 .1 .5 .5 .5 ^1 − .5 .1 ^1 .5 .5 .6 .6 − .5 ^5 .4 .5 .3 ^3 .3 ^2 − ^5 .5 ^5 .5 [[^1]]

− ^5 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 [^3] − .5 ^4 ^4 .5 ^4 − .5 ^4 .5 ^4 − .3 ^3 .4 − .4 ^3 .3 − ^3 .4 .4 .4 .4 .3 .4 .4

.4 .4 .4 .4 .5 ^5 ^6 − ^5 .5 ^4 − .5 ^4 .5 ^4 − .3 ^3 .4 − [^1] .4 .5 .3

647. The Streets of London

44

.7 .7 .7 .7 .8 .8 .7 ^7 .6 .6 ^7 .7 .7 ^5 .6 .6 ^7 .6 .6 .6 .6 ^7 ^7 .7 .7 .7 .7 .8 .8 .8 .8 − .6 .6 .6 .7 .7 ^8 .7

^5 .6 .6 .6 .6 − .5 .5 .5 .5 ^6 − .6 − ^4 ^8 ^8 ^8 .7 .7 .8 .8 − ^8 .7 ^7 ^7 ^7 ^7 − ^5 ^5 .6 ^6 − .5 −

.7 .7 .7 .8 .8 .8 .7 − ^7 .6 .6 .6 − ^7 .7 ^8 .7 − .5 ^5 .6 .6 .6 − .6 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 −

646. Day Trip to Bangor

Play this on low G (outer row)

86

4 ^4 1 5 7 ^7 6 ^6^5 ^5 5 7 ^4 ^7 6 5 ^5 ^1 ^5 6 ^5 5 ^5^6 6 6 ^7 6 ^6 ^5 5 ^4 4 ^3 4 ^4 1 5 7 ^7 6 ^6 ^5 ^5

5 7 ^4 ^7 6 5 ^5 ^1 ^5 |][5 ^5 [^4] ^6 [^4 4] ^1 4 4 5 ^5 5 ]|]

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140648. Milord

Intr 4 [^1] 4 [^1] 4 3 4 [^1] 4 ^3 3 [^3] 3 ^3 [^1] 4 2 3 4 4 ^3^3 [1] ^3 4 ^4 [^6] 5 3 3 4 ^4 [^6] 5 3 3

4 ^4 [^6] 5 3 3 4 4 ^3^3 [1] ^3 4 [^1] 4 [^1] 4 3 4 [^1] 4 ^3 3 [^3] 3 ^3 [^1] 4 2 3 4 3 ^2[^3] ^2 3 3

Verse [middle row] (outer row)3 2 2 ^2 ^2 3 3 2 2 ^2 ^2 3 ^3 3 ^3 3 ^3 [(^1) ^4 (^1)^4 (^1) ^4 ^4 ^4 3 3] ^2 ^2 3 3 2 2 [^3 (^1 1 1) − − 3 3 (1

1 1 1 ^1 1 1)] 4 [^1] 4

Chorus[^1] 4 3 4 [^1] 4 3 [^3] 3 ^3 [^1] 4 2 3 4 4 ^3^3 [1] ^3 4 ^4 [^6] 5 3 3 4 ^4 [^6] 5 3 3 4 ^4 [^6] 5 3 3

4 4 ^3 ^3 [1] ^3 4 [^1] 4 [^1] 4 3 4 [^1] 4 3 [^3] 3 ^3 [^1] 4 2 3 4 3 ^2[^3] ^2 3 4 [^1] 4 31 2

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141OTHER

1000. Minuet from BereniceHandel

43

.4 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 ^2 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5 ^4 .4 .3 .3 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 ^2 ^3 .5 ^3 .5 .3 ^2 [^3 ^3 .3]

rit.

.2 .7 ^7 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 ^6 .8 .9 .8 .8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .6 .5 .6 .5 .6 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 .6

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142− IRISH SONGS −

Appear in alphabetical order

2000. All For My Grog

44

E E E B E

.4 ^3 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 [^3] ^2 .3 [^3 .3] .5 .5 .5 .5 ^4 .4 .4 ^3 − .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .3 ^2It − ’s all for me grog, me nog− gy nog − gy grog. All gone for beer and ter − bac− co, For I’ve spent all me tin With the

B

[^3] ^3 .3 [^3 .3] .3 ^3 .4 .5 ^4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 ^3 .3 −las− ses drin − kin’ gin, And a − cross the wes− tern o − cean I must tra − vel.

2001. Black Velvet Band

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A D G D A7 D D

.5 .5 .5 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 − ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .3 ^2 [^3 .3] − .5 ^4 .4 .4 [3 ^3] ^2 .3 ^3Her eyes, they shonelike the dia− monds. You’d think she was queenof the land; And her hair hung o − ver her shoul

Bm Em A7 D

.4 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^2 .3 ^3 .3 −der, Tied up in a black vel − vet band.

In a neat little town they call Belfast, Apprenticed in trade I was boundAnd many an hour of sweet happiness, I spent in that neat little townTill bad misfortune befell me, And caused me to stray from the landFar away from my friends and relations, To follow the black velvet band

Her eyes they shone like the diamond, You’d think she was queen of the land And her hair hung over her shoulder, Tied up in a black velvet band

Well, I was out strolling one evening, Not meaning to go very farWhen I met with a pretty young damsel, She was selling her trade in a barWhen I watched, she took from a customer, And slipped it right into my handThen the Watch came and put me in prison, Bad luck to the black velvet band

Next morning before judge and jury, For our trial I had to appearThe judge, he said, "Young fellow, The case against you is quite clearAnd seven years is your sentence, You’re going to Van Dieman’s LandFar away from your friends and relations, To follow the black velvet band"

So come all you jolly young fellows, I’d have you take warning by meAnd whenever you’re out on the liquor, Beware of the pretty colleenThey’ll fill your with whiskey and porter, Until You’re not able to standAnd the very next thing that you know, You’re landed in Van Dieman’s Land

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1432003. Dicey Reilly

44

E B E

.3 .3 .3 .3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^3 ^2 .2 ^2 .3 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 .2 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3Ah poor oul Di − cey Reil − ly she has tak− en to the sup, And poor old Di − cey Reil − ly she will ne− ver give it up, It’s

B B

.3 [3 .2 .3] .3 ^3 .4 .4 ^3 ^2 .2 ^2 ^2 ^3 ^3 .4 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .3 .4 ^3 .3off each morn− ing to the pop that she goes in for a − noth− er lit − tle drop, But the heart of the rowl is Di − cey Reil − ly.

She will walk along Fitzgibbon Street with an independent air, And then its down by Summerhill, and as the people stareShe’ll say, "It’s nearly half passed one, Time I went in for another little oneBut the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly, Now at two, pubs close and out she goes as happy as a larkShe’ll find a bench to sleep it off at St. Patrick’s Park, She’ll wake at five feeling in the pinkAnd say, "Tis time for another drink, But the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly

Now she’ll travel far to a dockside bar to have another round, And after one or two or three she doesn’t feel quite so soundAfter four she’s a bit unstable, After five underneath the tableBut the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly

Oh they carry her home at twelve o’clock as they do every night, Bring her inside, put her on the bed and then turn out the lightNext morning she’ll get out of bed, And look for a cure for her headBut the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly

2002. Danny Boy, or Londonderry Air

44

A Bm F#m A E

^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] − .3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 .4 ^3 − ^2 .3 ^3Oh Dan − ny Boy, The pipes, the pipes are cal ling, From glen to glen, and down the moun− tain side, The sum− mer’s

A A Bm E A E A E A

.4 ^3 .4 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] − ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 − .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6gone, and all the flow’rs are dy ing, ’Tis you, ’tis you must go and I must bide. But come you back when

D A E A C#m E A F#m

^6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 − .5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 − .5 .5 .5 .7 ^7 ^7 .6 ^5 .6sum− mer’s in the mea dow Or when the val − ley’s hushedand white with snow, ’Tis I’ll be there, in sun− shine or in

A E A Bm A

.5 .4 .3 − ^2 .3 ^3 .4 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] ^2 .3 −sha dow,

And if you come, when all the flowers are dying, And I am dead, as dead I well may beYou’ll come and find the place where I am lying, And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.

And I shall hear, tho’ soft you tread above me, And all my dreams will warm and sweeter beIf you’ll not fail to tell me that you love me, I simply sleep in peace until you come to me.

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1442004. Dirty Old Town

44

B G#m B B

[3 ^3] .3 .4 − ^3 .3 .4 .3 .2 − .4 .5 ^5 − .5 .4 ^3 .3 .4 − ^5 .5 .4I found my love by the gas− works cry, Dreamed a dream by the old ca − nal; Kissed my girl

G#m F# G#m G#m

− ^3 .3 .4 .3 .2 − [^3] .3 .4 ^3 − ^3 .3 [^3 ^3] −by the fact − ’ry wall, Dir − ty old town, dir − ty old town.

Clouds are drifting across the moon, Cats are prowling on their beatSprings a girl in the streets at night, Dirty old town, dirty old town

Heard a siren from the dock, Saw a train set the night on fireSmelled the spring on the smoky wind, Dirty old town, dirty old town

I’m going to take a good sharp ax, Shining steel tempered in the fireWe’ll chop you down like an old dead tree, Dirty old town, dirty old town

2005. Down by the Sally Gardens

22

A E D A D E A A E D A

.3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .6 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .6 .5Down by the Sal − ly gar − dens My love and I did meet. She passedthe Sal − ly gar − dens with

D E A D E F#m A E

^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .5 .6 ^6 .5 ^5 .6 ^6 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .6 ^7 .6 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .5lit − tle snow white feet. She bid me take love ea− sy, As the leavesgrow on the tree. But I, be− ing young and

D A D E A

^5 .5 .6 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .3fool − ish, With her did not a − gree.

In a field down by the river, my love and I did stand, And on my leaning shoulder, she laid her snow−white hand.She bid me take life easy , as the grass grows on the weirs, But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

Down by the Sally Gardens, my love and I did meet. She crossed the Sally Gardens with little snow−white feet.She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree, But I was young and foolish, and with her did not agree.

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1452006. Fiddler’s Green

43

D G D Bm D G D A7 G

.2 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 [^3 .3] .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 .4 ^4 .5 ^5Oh Fidd lers Green is a place I’ve heard tell. Where fish − er − men go if they don’t go to Hell. Wherethe weath− er is

D F#m D G D A7 D A7 D

^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 .5 ^4 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 .5 ^4 .4 .4 .4 ^4 ^3 ^2 ^3 .3 − .5fair and the dol − phins do play. And the cold coast of Green− land is far far a − way. Wrap me up in my oil − skins and jum − per. No

G D A7 G D F#m Em D A7

^5 ^4 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 − .4 ^4 .5 ^5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^3more on the docks I’ll be seen. Just tell me old ship− mates I’m ta− king a trip, mates, and I’ll seeyou some− day on Fidd lers

D

.3Green.

Now Fiddler’s Green is a place I’ve heard tell, Where fishermen go when they don’t go to HellWhere the weather is fair and the dolphins do play, And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away

The sky’s always clear and there’s never a gale, And the fish jump on board with a flip of their tailYou can lie at your leisure, there’s no work to do, And the skipper’s below making tea for the crew

And when you’re in dock and the long trip is thru, There’s pubs and there’s clubs, and there’s lassies there tooNow the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free, And there’s bottles of rum hanging from every tree

I don’t want a harp or a halo, not me, Just give me a breeze and a good rolling seaAnd I’ll play me old squeeze box as we sail along, When the wind’s in the rigging to sing me this song

2007. The Fields of Athenry

44

B E B F# B E F#

[3 .3 .3 .3] .3 ^3 .4 − .4 ^4 ^4 ^4 .5 .4 − ^4 .4 .3 ^3 .5 .5 .5 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3By the lone − ly pri − son wall, I heard a young girl cal ling, "Mi − chael they are ta − king you a − way,

B E B F# B C#m B

− .4 ^4 .5 .5 .5 .4 ^4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 [3 .3] ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 −For you stole Trev− el − yn’s corn, So the young might see the morn, Now a pri − son ship lies wai − ting in the bay,

G#m B F# B E

.5 ^5 .5 .3 − .2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .2 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 ^3 − .4 ^4 .5 .5 .5 .4 ^4 .5 ^4Low, lie the fields of A − then − ry, where once we watched the small free birds fly; Our love was on the wing, We had

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.4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 [3 .3] ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^2 .3 −dreams and songs to sing; It’s so lone − ly ’round the fields of Ath − en − ry.

By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young man calling"Nothing matters, Mary, when you’re free, Against the famine and the crown,I rebelled, they cut me down, Now you must raise our child with dignity."By a lonely harbour wall, she watched the last star fall, As the prison ship sailed out against the skyFor she lived to hope and pray, for her love in Botany Bay, It’s so lonely round the fields of Athenry

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.5 .4 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .4 ^5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 .4 .4 .4 ^3Tim Fin − ne − gan lived in Walk − in’ Street, A gent− le − man I − rish, might − y odd, He had a brogue both

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.4 ^5 ^5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .6 .6 .6 .6 ^7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 .6 .6 .6 .6 ^7rich and sweet, and to rise in the world he car− ried a hod. Now Tim had a sort of a tip − pl’n way, with a love of the whis − key

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.6 ^6 ^5 .5 .6 .6 .6 ^7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .4 .4 .4 .4 ^3he was born, To help him on with his work each day, He’d a "drop of the cray − thur" ev − ’ry morn. Whack fol the darn O,

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.4 ^5 ^5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .4 ^5 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^5 ^6 .6Dance to your part − ner, Whirl the floor, your trot − ters shake, Was − n’t it the truth I told you, Lot’s of fun at Fin − ne− gan’s wake

cho: Whack fol the darn O, dance to your partner, Whirl the floor, your trotters shake; Wasn’t it the truth I told you, Lots of fun at Finnegan’s wake!

One mornin’ Tim was feelin’ full, His head was heavy which made him shake;He fell from the ladder and broke his skull, And they carried him home his corpse to wake. They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, And laid him out upon the bed, A gallon of whiskey at his feet, And a barrel of porter at his head. (Chorus)

His friends assembled at the wake, And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch,First they brought in tay and cake, Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch. Biddy O’Brien began to bawl, "Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see? "O Tim, mavourneen, why did you die?", Arragh, hold your gob said Paddy McGhee! (Chorus)

Then Maggie O’Connor took up the job, "O Biddy," says she, "You’re wrong, I’m sure"Biddy she gave her a belt in the gob, And left her sprawlin’ on the floor. And then the war did soon engage, ’Twas woman to woman and man to man, Shillelagh law was all the rage, And a row and a ruction soon began. (Chorus)

Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head, When a noggin of whiskey flew at him,It missed, and falling on the bed, The liquor scattered over Tim! The corpse revives! See how he raises!, Timothy rising from the bed, Says,"Whirl your whiskey around like blazes, Thanum an Dhul! Do you thunk I’m dead?" (Chorus)

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1472009. Galway Bay

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.2 .3 .4 .4 .4 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 ^2 .5 .5 ^3 ^3 .4 ^4 ^4 .4 [^1] .4 .2 .3If you e − ver go a − cross the sea to Ire − land, Then may − be at the clo− sing of the day; You will

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.4 .4 .4 .4 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 ^2 [1] ^3 [1] ^3 .4 ^4 ^2 .4 ^3 .3sit and watch the moon rise o − ver Cla − dagh, And see the sun go down on Gal − way bay.

Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream, The women in the meadows making hay;And to sit beside a turf fire in the cabin, And watch the barefoot gossoons at their play

For the breezes blowing o’er the sea to Ireland, Are perfumed by the heather as they blow;And the women in the uplands digging praties, Speak a language that the strangers do not know

For the strangers tried top come and teach us their way, They scorned us just for being what we are;But they might as well go chasing after moonbeams, Or light a penny candle from a star

And if there is going to be a life hereafter, And somehow I am sure there’s going to be,I shall ask my God to let me make my heaven, In that dear land across the Irish Sea

If you ever go across the sea to Ireland, Then maybe at the closing of your day,You will sit and watch the moon rise over Cladagh, And see the sun go down on Galway Bay

2010. Gypsy RoverWhistling Gypsy

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.2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 [3 .3 .3 .3] .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .2 .3 .3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .4 .3 .3 ^3Gyp − sy ro − ver come o − ver the hill. Down thru the val − ley so sha− dy. He whis− tled and he sang till the greenwoods rang And he

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.4 .4 ^3 .3 [^3 .3] .3 [^3 .3]charmed the heart of a la dy.

Chorus: Ah−de−do, ah−de−do−da−day, Ah−de−do, ah−de−da−ay He whistled and he sang ’til the greenwoods rang, And he won the heart of a lady

. She left her father’s castle gates, She left her own fine lover She left her servants and her state, To follow the gypsy rover

. Her father saddled up his fastest steed, And roamed the valleys all over Sought his daughter at great speed, And the whistling gypsy rover

. He came at last to a mansion fine, Down by the river Claydee And there was music and there was wine, For the gypsy and his lady

. "He is no gypsy, my father" she said, "But lord of these lands all over, And I shall stay ’til my dying day, With my whistling gypsy rover."

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1482011. The Holy Ground

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.3 ^3 .4 .5 .5 ^4 ^3 ^2 .3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .5 .5 ^4 ^3 ^2 .3 .4 ^4 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 ^6Fare thee well, my love ly Di nah, A thou − sand ti − mes a dieu. We are bound a − way from the

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.6 .6 ^6 ^5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .5 .5 ^4 ^3 ^2 .3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5Ho − ly Ground and the girls we love so true, We’ − ll sail the salt seas o ver, and we’ll re − turn once more, And

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.6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 .5 .5 ^4 ^3 ^2 .3 .3 .3 .3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .5still I live in hope to see the Ho − ly gro − und on − ce more. FINE GIRL YOU ARE! You’re the girl I do a − dore, And

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.6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 ^3 .4 .5 .5 ^4 ^3 ^2 .3still I live in hope to see the Ho − ly gro− und on − ce more.

Now when we’re out a−sailing and you are far behindFine letters will I write to you with the secrets of my mind,The secrets of my mind, my girl, you’re the girl that I adore,

And still I live in hope to see the Holy Ground once moreOh now the storm is raging and we are far from shore;The poor old ship she’s sinking fast and the riggings they are toreThe night is dark and dreary, we can scarcely see the moon,

But still I live in hope to see the Holy Ground once moreIt’s now the storm is over and we are safe on shoreWe’ll drink a toast to the Holy Ground and the girls that we adoreWe’ll drink strong ale and porter and we’ll make the taproom roar,

And when our money is all spent we’ll go to sea once more

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1492012. I’ll Take You Home Again Kathleen

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.2 .4 .4 ^4 ^3 ^5 [^6] .5 .4 .4 ^3 [1] ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .2 .4 .4 ^4 ^3 ^5 [^6] .5 .4I’ll take you home a− gain Kath − leen, A − cross the o − ceanwild and wide. To where your heart has e − ver been Since

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^3 .5 ^5 [^6] .4 ^3 .5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 [^6] .5 .5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 ^3 ^4 .4 .4first you were my bon− ny bride; The ro − ses all have left your cheek, I watched them fade a − way and die, Your

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.4 ^5 .4 .4 ^4 ^4 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 ^3 .4 [^6] .5 .5 .4 .4 ^4 ^3 ^5 [^6] .5 .4voice is sad when e’er you speak And tears be − dim your lo − ving eye. I’ll take you home a− gain, Kath − leen To

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.4 ^3 [1] ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] .3 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 ^2 .3where your heart will feel no pain And when the fields are fresh and green. I’ − ll take you to your home a − gain.

I know you love me, Kathleen, dear, Your heart was ever fond and true.I always feel when you are near, That life holds nothing, dear, but you.The smiles that once you gave to me, I scarcely ever see them now,Though many, many times I see, A dark’ning shadow on your brow. [Chorus.]

To that dear home beyond the sea, My Kathleen shall again return.And when thy old friends welcome thee, Thy loving heart will cease to yearn.Where laughs the little silver stream, Beside your mother’s humble cot,And brightest rays of sunshine gleam, There all your grief will be forgot.

2013. I’ll Tell My Ma

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.3 .2 .3 .4 ^4 ^4 ^4 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .4 .2 .3 .4 ^4 ^4 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 .3 .3I’ll tell my ma when I get home. The boys won’t leave the girls a − lone. They pulled my hair and stole my comb, but I get home.

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.5 .5 .5 .4 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^3 .4 .4 .4 .4 .3 ^3 ^2 [^3 .3] .5 .5 .5 .4 ^4 ^4 ^4 .4 .3 .3 .3 .3 .3She is hand− some, she is pret− ty, she is the belle of Bel − fast cit − y. She is cour− ting one two three Pleswon’t you who is he

Here she comes as white as snow, Rings on her fingers and bells on her toesOh Johnny Murray he says she’ll die, If she doesn’t get the fellow with the roving eye

Let the wind and rain and the hail blow high, And the snow come tumbling from the skyShe’s as nice as apple pie, She’ll get her own boy by and by

When she gets a lad of her own, She won’t tell her ma ’til she comes homeLet the boys stay as they will, For it’s Albert Mooney she loves still.

2014. I Know Where I’m Going

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.3 .3 ^3 .4 .3 .3 .2 .4 .4 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 .3 .3 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 ^3I know where I’m go− ing. I know who’se go − ing with me. I know who I love and the Lord knows who I’ll mar − ry.

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1502015. I’m a Rover Seldom Sober

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.3 .3 .3 [3 .3 ^3 ^3 ^3 .3] .3 .3 .3 .4 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .5 .5 ^4 .4 .5 .5 ^3 ^2I’m a rov − er, and sel − dom so − ber, I’m a rov − er of high de − gree; It’s when I’m drink − ing I’m al − ways

.3 .2 .3 ^3 .4 .4 .4 ^3 ^3 .3think − ing, How to gain my love’s com− pa − ny.

Though the nicht be dark as dungeon, No’ a star to be seen above,I will be guided without a stumble, Into the airms o’ my ain true love.

He steppit up to her bedroom window, Kneelin’ gently upon a stone;He rappit at her bedroom−window, "Darlin’ dear, do you lie alone?"

She raised her heid on her snaw−white pillow, Wi’ her arms aboot her breast,"Wha’ is that at my bedroom window, Disturbin’ me at my lang night’s rest?"

"It’s only me, your ain true lover, Open the door and let me in.For I hae come on a lang journey, And I’m near drenched to the skin."

She opened the door wi’ the greatest pleasure, She opened the door and let him in,They baith shook hands and embraced each other, Until the mornin’ they lay as one.

The cocks were crawin’, the birds were whistlin’, The burns they ran free abune the brae;"Remember, lass, I’m a ploughman laddie, And the fairmer I must obey."

"Noo, my lass, I must gang and leave thee, And though the hills they are high above,I will climb thrm wi’ greater pleasure, Since I been in the airms o’ my love.

2016. The Irish Rover

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.5 .4 .3 .4 ^4 .5 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .5 .4 .3 .4 ^4 .5 .6 ^7In the year of our Lord, eigh− teen hun − dred and six, we set out from the Coal Quay of Cork, We were sai − ling a − way with a

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.7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 .3 .5 .5 .6 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 ^7 ^6 .5 .5 .6 ^7 .7 .6car − go of bricks for the grand Ci − ty Hall in New York. We’d an e − le− gant craft, she was rigged ’fore and aft, and how the trade winds

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^7 .7 ^7 ^6 .5 .5 .4 .3 .4 ^4 .5 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .6 .7 ^7 .6drove her, She had twen − ty three masts, and she stood sev− ’ral blasts, and they called her the I − rish Ro − ver.

There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee, There was Hogan from County TyroneAnd a chap called McGurk who was scared stiff of work, And a chap from West Meade called Mellone

There was Slugger O’Toole who was drunk as a rule, And fighting Bill Casey from Dover There was Dooley from Claire who was strong as a bear, And was skipper of the Irish Rover

We had one million bales of old billy goats’ tails, We had two million buckets of stonesWe had three million sides of old blind horses hides, We had four million packets of bones

We had five million hogs, we had six million dogs, And seven million barrels of porter We had eight million bags of the best Sligo rags, In the hold of the Irish Rover

We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out, And the ship lost her way in a fogAnd the whole of the crew was reduced unto two, ’Twas myself and the captain’s old dog

Then the ship struck a rock with a terrible shock, And then she heeled right over, Turned nine times around, and the poor dog was drowned− I’m the last of the Irish Rover

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1512017. It’s a Long Way to Tipperary = 90

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.4 ^4 .5 .5 − .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .7 − .7 ^7 .6 ^5 − .6 .5 − .4 ^4 .5 .5 − .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .7 − ^6 .6It’s a long way to Tip − pe − ra − ray, It’s a long way to go; It’s a long way to Tip − pe − ra − ry, To the

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^7 ^5 ^6 .6 ^7 − .4 ^4 .5 .5 − ^5 ^6 .6 .7 − ^8 ^5 .6 ^7 .7 − .6 ^7 .7 .7sweet− est girl I know! Good− bye, Pic− ca − dil − ly! Fare− well Lei − cester Square! It’s a long, long

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.7 .6 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 .6 ^7 .7 .6 − ^7 .6 −way to Tip − pe − ra − ry. But my hea − rt’s right there!

2018. The Jug of Punch

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.5 .5 ^4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .4 .4 ^4 .5 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^5 ^4 ^3 .4 ^4As I was sit − tin’ with jug and spoon, on one fine morn in the month of June, A bir − die sat on an i − vy bunch, and the

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.5 .5 ^5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .5 ^4 .4 .4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .3 ^2 .3 ^3 ^3 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .4 .4 ^4song he sang Was the Jug of Punch. Too − ra Loo − ra − loo, too − ra loo − ra − loo, Too− ra − loo − ra− loo, too − ra − loo − ra− loo, A

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.5 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^5 ^4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .5 ^5 ^5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3bir − die sat on an i − vy bunch, And the song he sang was the Jug of Punch.

If I were sick, and very badAnd were not able to go or stand,I would not think it at all amissTo pledge my shoes for a jug of punch (CHO & last two lines of verse)

What more diversion can a man desireThan to sit him down by a snug turf fire,Upon his knee a pretty wenchAnd upon his table a jug of punch (CHO & last two lines of verse)

And when I’m dead and in my graveNo costly tombstone will I have,I’ll dig a grave both wide and deepWith a jug of punch at my head and feet (CHO & last two lines of verse)

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.3 ^3 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .6 .6 ^5 .5 .3 ^3 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 − .3 ^3 .4 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .6 .6 ^5Fare well to you, my own true love. I am go − ing far a − way. I am bound for Cal i − for − ni − a

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.5 .3 ^3 .4 .5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .3 − ^6 .6 ^7 .5 .5 ^6 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 .3 ^3 .4 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 ^5 .5but I know that I’ll re − turn some day. So, fare thee well my own true love, and when I re − turn u − ni − ted we will

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^3 − .5 .5 ^4 .4 − .4 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .6 ^5 .5 .3 ^3 .4 .5 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .3 −be. It’s not the leav − ing of Li − ver − pool that grieves me, but my dar − ling when I think of thee.

I’m bound off for California, By the way of stormy Cape HornAnd I’m bound to write you a letter, love, When I am homeward bound [CHORUS]

I have signed on a Yankee Clipper ship, Davy Crockett is her nameAnd Burgess is the Captain of her, And they say she’s a floating Hell [CHORUS]

I have shipped with Burgess once before, And I think I know him wellIf a man’s a seaman, he can get along, If not, then he’s sure in Hell [CHORUS]

Farewell to lower Frederick Street, Ensign Terrace and Park LaneFor I think it will be a long, long time, Before I see you again [CHORUS]

Oh the sun is on the harbor, love, And I wish I could remainFor I know it will be a long, long time, Till I see you again [CHORUS]

2020. Love is Teasin’

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Cho: Love is a teasing and love is pleasing, And love is a treasure when first it’s new But as it grows older then love grows colder, And fades away like the morning dew

I left my Father, I left my Mother, I left my sisters & brothers too I left my friends and my kind relations, I left them all for to go with you. [Cho]

Oh turn around love, your wheel of fortune, Oh turn around love and smile on me For surely there must be a place of torment, for that young girl who deceiv−ed me [Cho]

Oh lads beware of your false true lovers, and never mind what the young girls say They’re like the stars on a summer’s morning, you think they’re near but they’re far away. [Cho]

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.4 ^4 .5 .5 .5 .5 .4 .3 .3 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 − ^5 ^5 .5 .5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^3 .5Now you jol − ly sail− ors, come lis − ten to my tale, I’m sure you will have causeto pi − ty me, I

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.5 .4 .3 .4 .5 .3 .3 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^5 ^5 ^5 .5 .5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .6was a damnedyoung fool in the Port of Li − ver − pool, When I called there on my first port home from sea. Oh,

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.6 ^5 ^5 ^5 ^5 .6 .6 .6 .5 .5 .4 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .5 ^3 .5 .5Mag − gie Mag− gie May, They have ta − ken you a − way, To slave up − on Van Die − man’s cruel shore, For you’ve

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.5 .4 .3 .4 .5 .5 ^5 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^4 ^5 ^5 ^5 ^5 .5 .5 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .6 .3robbed so ma − ny sai − lors, And dosed so ma − ny wha − lers, But you’ll ne− ver cruise ’round Pe− ter streetno more.

I was staying at the Home, from a voyage to Sierre Leone, And two−pound−ten a month was all my pay,As I jingled with my tin, I was easy taken in, By a little girl up there called Maggie May. [Cho]

Oh. I’ll never forget the day when I first met Maggie May, She was standing on a corner at Canning Place,In a full−sized crin−o−line, like a frigate of the line, And as she saw I was a sailor I gave chase. [Cho]

She gave me a saucy nod, and I, like a farmer’s clod, Let her take me line abreast in tow,And under all plain sail, we ran before the gale, And to the Crow’s Nest Tavern we did go. [Cho]

Next morning when I woke, I found that I was broke, No shoes or shirt or trousers could I find,When I asked her where they were, she answers "My dear sir, They’re down in Lewis’ pawnshop number nine." [Cho]

So to Lewis’ I did go, but no clothing could I find, And the policeman took that wicked girl away,And the judge he guilty found her, of robbing a homeward−bounder, And now she’s doing time in Botany Bay. [Cho]

She was chained and sent away from Liverpool one day, The lads all cheered as she sailed down the bay,And every sailor lad, he only was too glad, They’d sent that old whore out to Botany Bay. [Cho]

2022. Maids When You’re Young

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.2 .3 .3 .3 [^3 .3 .3] .4 .4 .4 ^3 ^2 .2 − − .2 .3 .3 .3 [^3 .3 .3] .4 ^3 .3 .5 .5An old man came court− ing me, Hey do a dor − it − y, An old man came court− ing me, he be− ing young, An

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.5 ^4 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 ^2 .2 .3 .3 .3 [^3] ^4 ^3 ^2 .2 ^2 .3old man came court− ing me, All for to mar − ry me, Maids when you’re young ne − ver wed an old man.

For he’s got no faloodorum, fadidledo doorum, For he’s got no faloodoorum, fadidleday He’s got no faloorum, he’s lost his ding doorum, So maids when you’re young, never wed an old man

Now when we went to the church, hey do a dority, When we went to the church, me being youngWhen we went to the church, he left me in the lurch, Maids when you’re young, never wed an old man

Now when we went to our bed, hey do a dority, Now when we went to our bed, me being youngWhen we went to our bed, he neither done nor said, Maids when you’re young never wed an old man

Now when he went to sleep, hey do a dority, Now when we went to sleep, me being youngWhen we went to sleep, out of bed I did creep, Into the arms of a handsome young man

And I found his falodoorum, fa didle dodoorum, I found his faloodoorum, fa didle all day I found his falodoorum and he got my dingdoorum, So maids when you’re young never wed an old man

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[3 ^3 .3 ^3] .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] .3 .4 ^3 .4 .5 [3 ^3 .3 ^3] .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] − [3 .3]Step we gai − ly on we go, Heel for heel and toe for toe; Arm in arm and on we go, All for Mair − i’s wed − ding

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.5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] .3 .4 ^3 .4 .5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 [^3] − [3 .3]O − ver hill − ways up and down, Myr − tle greenand brack− en brown, Past the sheil− ing through the town, All for sake of Mair − i.

Plenty herring, plenty meal, Plenty peat to fill her creel,Plenty bonny bairns as weel, That’s the toast for Mairi. [cho]

Cheeks as bright as rowans are, Brighter far than any star,Fairest o’ them all by far, Is my darlin’ Mairi. [cho]

2024. The Minstrel Boy

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.2 .3 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .2 .3 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3The min − strel boy to the war is gone, In the rank of de − ath you will find him, His fa − ther’s swo− rd he ha

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.4 .5 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 .5 .4 ^3 .3 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^1 ^5 .4 .4 ^1gir − ded on, And his wild harp slu − ng b − e − hind him. "Land of song!" said the war − rior bard, "Tho’ all the world be −

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^5 ^6 .6 .6 .3 ^3 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 .6 ^6 .6 ^5 .5 .4 ^4 .5 .4 ^3 .3tra − ys thee, One sword, at lea − st, thy rights shall guard, One faith − ful hea− rt sha− ll praise thee.

The Minstrel fell! But the foeman’s steel, Could not bring that proud soul under; The harp he lov’d ne’er spoke again, For he tore its chords asunder;

And said "No chains shall sully thee, Thou soul of love and brav’ry! Thy songs were made for the pure and free, They shall never sound in slavery!

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1552025. Molly Malone

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.5 .6 .6 .6 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 ^7 ^7 ^7 ^8 .7 ^7 .8 .7 .6 .8 .7 .6 ^5 ^7 .6 ^6 .5In Dub − lin’s fair ci − ty, where the girls are so pret− ty, It was there that I met my sweet Mol − ly Ma − lone, She

.6 .6 .6 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 ^7 ^7 ^7 ^8 .7 ^7 .8 .7 .6 .8 .7 .6 ^7 .6 ^7 .6 .5wheeled her wheel − bar − row through the streetswide and nar− row, Cry − ing "Coc − kles! and Mus− sels! A − live, a − live Oh! A −

.6 .6 .6 .6 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 ^7 ^7 ^7 ^8 .7 ^7 .8 .7 .6 .8 .7 .6 ^7 .6 ^7 .6live, a − live Oh! A live, a − live Oh! Cry − ing Cock− les! and Mus− sels a − live, a − live Oh.

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Now she was a fishmonger and sure twas no wonder, For so were her mother and father beforeAnd they each wheeled their barrows, Through streets broad and narrowCrying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"

She died of a faver and no one could save her, And that was the end of sweet Molly MaloneNow her ghost wheels her barrow, Through streets broad and narrowCrying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"

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1562026. The Mountains of Mourne

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[3 .3] .4 .4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .3 .3 .3 [^3 ^3] [^3 .3 .3 .3] ^2 ^3 ^3 .3 .3 .3 [3Oh, Ma − ry, this Lon − don’s a won − der − ful sight, with the peo− ple there work − in’ from morn − in’ to night. They

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^3 .3 .3 .3 ^3] ^2 ^3 .3 .3 .3moun− tains of Mou − rne sweep down to the sea.

I believe that when writin’ a wish you expressed, As to how the fine lAdies of London are dressedWell if you believe me, when asked to a ball, They don’t wear no tops to their dresses at all

Oh, I’ve seen them myself and you could not, in thrath, Say if they were bound for a ball, or a bath, Don’t be startin’ them fashions now, Mary Machree, Where the etc

I’ve seen England’s king from the top of a bus, And I’ve never known him, but he means to know usAnd tho’ by the Saxon we once were oppressed, Still I cheered, God forgive me, I cheered with the rest

And now that he’s visited Erin’s green shore, We’ll be much better friends than we’ve been heretofore When we’ve got all we want, we’re as quiet as can be, Where the etc

You remember young Peter O’Loughlin of course, Well now he is here at the head of the ForceI met him today, I was crossing the Strand, And he stopped the whole street with a wave of his hand

And there we stood talking of days that are gone, While the whole population of London looked on; But for all these great powers, he’s wishful, like me, To be back where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea

There’s beautiful girls here −−− Oh, never you mind −−−, With beautiful shapes nature never designedAnd lovely complexions all roses and cream, But O’Loughlin remarked with regard to the same

That if at those roses you venture to sip, The colors might all come away on your lipSo I’ll wait for the wild rose that’s waitin’ for me, Where the etc

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1572027. The Old Orange Flute (tune is Villikins and his Dinah)

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.3 .3 .3 .4 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 ^3 .4 .3 .3 .3 .4 .5 .6 .6 .6 ^6 .5 ^5 ^6 .5 .5In the coun− ty Ty − rone in the town of Dun − gan− non Where ma − ny a ruc− kus me − self had a hand in Bob

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.6 .6 .6 .6 .5 .4 ^4 .5 ^5 .5 ^4 .4 .4 .4 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .3Will − iam − son lived there, a wea− ver by trade, And all of us though him a stout hear− ted blade.

In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon, Where many a ruckus meself had a hand inBob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade, And all of us thought him a stout−hearted blade.

On the twelfth of July as it yearly did come, Bob played on the flute to the sound of the drumYou can talk of your fiddles, your harp or your lute, But there’s nothing could sound like the Old Orange Flute.

But the treacherous scoundrel, he took us all in, For he married a Papish named Bridget McGinnTurned Papish himself and forsook the Old Cause, That gave us our freedom, religion and laws.

And the boys in the county made such a stir on it, They forced Bob to flee to the province of Connaught;Took with him his wife and his fixins, to boot, And along with the rest went the Old Orange Flute.

Each Sunday at mass, to atone for past deeds, Bob said Paters and Aves and counted his beadsTill one Sunday morn, at the priest’s own require, Bob went for to play with the flutes in the choir.

He went for to play with the flutes in the mass, But the instrument quivered and cried."O Alas!"And blow as he would, though he made a great noise, The flute would play only "The Protestant Boys".

Bob jumped up and huffed, and was all in a flutter, He pitched the old flute in the best holy water;He thought that this charm would bring some other sound, When he tried it again, it played "Croppies Lie Down!"

And for all he would finger and twiddle and blow, For to play Papish music, the flute would not go;"Kick the Pope" to "Boyne Water" was all it would sound, Not one Papish bleat in it could e’er be found.

At a council of priests that was held the next day, They decided to banish the Old Flute away;They couldn’t knock heresy out of its head, So they bought Bob another to play in its stead.

And the Old Flute was doomed, and its fate was pathetic, ’Twas fastened and burnt at the stake as heretic.As the flames rose around it, you could hear a strange noise, ’Twas the Old Flute still a−whistlin’ "The Protestant Boys".

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1582028. The Rare Oul’ Times

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.3 .4 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^5 − .6 ^7 .6 .5 .5 .4 ^4 .5 .5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6Raised on songs and sto − ries, he − roes of re − know − n, Are the pas− sing tales and glo − ries that once was Dub − lin

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.5 .5 .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^5 .5 .5 .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^9 .6 .6 .5 .5 .4 ^4 ^4 .5 .4 ^3 .4 ^3town. The hal − lowed halls and hou − ses, the haun− ting chil − dren’s rhymes, That once was part of Dub − lin in the rare ou − l’

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.3 .3 .4 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .6 ^7 .7 .6 ^5 .6 .6 .6 .5 .5 .4 ^4 ^4 .5 .4 ^3 .4 ^3 .3times. Ring − a − round − a Ro − sie, as the light de − clines, I re − mem− ber Dub − lin Ci − ty in the rare ou − l’ times.

My name it is Sean Dempsey, As Dublin as could beBorn hard & late in Pimlico, In a house that ceased to beMy trade I was a cooper, Lost out to redundancyLike my house that fell to progress, My trades a memory

I courted Peggy Digman, As pretty as you please.A rage and child of Mary, from the rebel libertiesI lost her to a student chap, With skin as back as coalWhen he took her off to Birmingham, She took away my soul.

The years have made me bitter, The gargle dims me brainCause Dublin keeps on changing, and Nothing seems the same.The Pillar and the Met have gone, The Royal long since pulled downAs the grey unyielding concrete, Makes a city of my Town.

Fare thee well sweet Anna Liffey, I can no longer stayAnd watch me new glass cages that, Spring up along me OuayMy mind’s too full of memories, Too old to hear new chimesl’m a part of what was Dublin, In the rare ould times.

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1592029. Reilly’s Daughter

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[3 ^3 ^3 .3] − .3 ^3 .4 .5 .5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 [^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 .3 .3] .3 .3 ^3 .4 .2As I was sit − ting by the fire, tal − king to ol − d Reil − ly’s daugh− ter Sud− den− ly a thought came in − to my head; I’d

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.5 .5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 [^3 ^3 ^3 .3] .3 .3 ^3 .4 .5 .5 .5 .5 .4 .5 ^5 .5 .4 .3 [^3 ^3 ^3 .3]like to mar − ry old Rei − ly’s daugh− ter, Gid − dy − I − Ay, Gid − dy − I − Ay, Gid − dy − I − Ay for the one− eyed Reil − ly, Gid − dy − I Ay,

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.3 .3 .3 [3 .3 .3 .3] [^3] ^2 .3(bang, bang, bang) Play it on your big bass drum

Reilly played on the big bass drum, Reilly had a mind for murder and slaughterReilly had a bright red glittering eye, And he kept that eye on his lovely daughter. [cho]

Her hair was black and her eyes were blue, The colonel and the major and the captain sought herThe sergeant and the private and the drummer boy too, But they never had a chance with Reilly’s daughter. [cho]

I got me a ring and a parson too, Got me a scratch in a married quarterSettled me down to a peaceful life, Happy as a king with Reilly’s daughter. [cho]

Suddenly a footstep on the stairs, Who should it be but Reilly out for slaughterWith two pistols in his hands, Looking for the man who had married his daughter. [cho]

I caught old Reilly by the hair, Rammed his head in a pail of waterFired his pistols into the air, A damned sight quicker than I married his daughter. [cho]

2030. The Rising of the Moon

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^3]moon.

Out from many a mud−walled cabin, eyes were lookin’ through the nightMany a manly heart was throbin’ for the blessed morning lightA cry arose along the river, like some banshee’s mournful croonAnd a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon

All along the shining river one black mass of men was seenAnd above them in the night wind floated our immortal greenDeath to every foe and traitor. Onward, strike the marching tuneAnd hurrah me boys for freedom, it’s the rising of the moon

Well they fought for dear old Ireland, and full bitter was their fate,Oh what glorious pride and sorrow fills the name of ninety−eight.But thank God e’en now are beating hearts in mankind’s burning noon,Who will follow in their footsteps, at the rising of the moon.

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1602031. The Rose of Tralee

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.5 .5 ^5 .5 .7 ^7 .6 .6 ^4 ^5 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 .5 .6 .6 .6 ^6 .6 ^7 .5 .5The soft moon was ri − sing a − bove the green moun− tain, The sun was de − cli − ning be − neath the blue sea, When I

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.5 ^5 .5 .7 ^7 .6 .6 ^4 ^5 ^5 .5 ^5 .5 ^8 ^8 .7 .6 ^5 .5 .7 ^7 .6 .6 ^7 .7 .7 ^8strayed with my love to the pale crys− tal foun − tain, That stands in the beau− ti − ful vale of Tra − lee. She was love − ly and

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.7 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 ^1 .4 .7 .7 .6 ^8 .7 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 ^6 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 .5 .7 ^7 .6 .6 ^4 ^5fair as the rose of the sum− mer, But ’twas not her beau− ty a − lone that won me. Ah, no, ’twas the truth in her eyes e − ver

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^5 .5 ^5 .5 ^8 ^8 .7 .6 ^5 .5 .7 ^7 .6shi − ning, That made me love Ma − ry, the Rose of Tra − lee.

The cool shades of evening their mantles were spreading,And Mary, all smiling, stood listn’ng to me,When all through the valley her pale rays were shedding,When I won the heart of the Rose of Tralee. [cho]

2032. The Sash My Father Wore

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.5 ^4 .4 .2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^4 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^2 .2 ^2 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .2 .3 ^3Su− re I’m an Ul − ster O − range− man Fro − m E − rin’s is − le I came, To see my Bri − tish bre− the− ren, All of ho − nour and of

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.4 .5 ^4 .4 .2 .3 ^3 .4 .4 .3 .4 ^4 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^2 .2 ^2 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3fame. And to tell them of my fore − fa − thers, wh − o fought in da − ys of yore, That I might have the right to wear th − e

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.5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .5 ^4 .4 .2 .3 ^3 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^4 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^3 ^2 .2 ^2sash my f − a − ther wore. It is old, but it is beau− ti − ful, And its co − lours the − y are fine, It was worn at Der − ry,

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^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .2 .3 ^3 .4 .5 ^4 .4 .2 .3 ^3 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 ^4 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^4 ^3 ^3Au − ghe− rim, En− nis − kil − len and the Boyne; M − y fa − ther wore it as a youth i − n by − gone da− ys of yore, And

^3 ^2 .2 ^2 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .5 .5 ^4 .4 ^3 .3on the Twelfth I love to wear th − e sash my f − a − ther wore.

For those brave men who crossed the Boyne have not fought or died in vainOur Unity, Religion, Laws, and Freedom to maintain,If the call should come we’ll follow the drum, and cross that river once moreThat tomorrow’s Ulsterman may wear the sash my father wore!

And when some day, across the sea to Antrim’s shore you come,We’ll welcome you in royal style, to the sound of flute and drumAnd Ulster’s hills shall echo still, from Rathlin to DromoreAs we sing again the loyal strain of the sash my father wore!

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1612033. Spanish LadyDublin City

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.5 .5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .6 .6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 .7 .6 ^5 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 ^6 ^6As I went out throu− gh Dub − lin ci − ty At the hour of twelve o’ clock of the night, Who should I see but a

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^7 .6 ^7 .5 .7 .7 .8 .7 ^7 ^7 .6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 .7 .6 ^5 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 ^5 .6 .6 .6 ^7 .7am − b’ry coals. In all my life I ne − ver did see a maid so sweet a − bout the soles. Whack fol the toor − a − loor − a la − dd − y,

^8 ^7 ^7 .7 .6 ^5 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 .5 ^5 .6 .6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 ^7 ^7 .7 .6 ^5 .5 .5Whack fol the toor − a − loor − a lay; Whack fol the toor − a − loor − a la − dd − y, Whack fol the toor − a − loor − a lay.

I stopped to look but the watchman passed, Says he, "Young fellow, the night is lateAlong with you home or I will wrestle you, Straight away through the Bridewell gate"I threw a look to the Spanish lady, Hot as the fire of ambry coalsIn all my life I never did see, a maid so sweet about the soles [cho]

As I walked back through Dublin City, As the dawn of day was o’erWho should I see but the Spanish lady, When I was weary and footsoreShe had a heart so filled with loving, And her love she longed to shareIn all my life I never did see, a maid who had so much to spare [cho]

Now she’s no mot for a puddle swaddy, With her ivory comb and her mantle so fineBut she’d make a wife for the Provost Marshall, Drunk on brandy and claret wineI got a look from the Spanish lady, Hot as a fire of ambry coalsIn all my life I never did meet, a maid so sweet about the soles[cho]

I’ve wandered north and I’ve wandered south, By Stoney Batter and Patrick’s CloseUp and around by the Gloucester Diamond, And back by Napper Tandy’s houseOld age has laid her hands upon me, Cold as a fire of ashy coalsBut where is the lonely Spanish lady, neat and sweet about the soles?[cho]

As I was leaving Dublin City, On that morning sad of heartLonely was I for the Spanish lady, Now that forever we must partBut still I always will remember, All the hours we did enjoyBut then she left me sad at parting, gone forever was my joy.[cho]

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1622034. Star of the County Down

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.4 .5 ^5 ^5 ^5 .5 ^5 .6 .6 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 − .6 ^6 ^5 ^5 ^5 .5 ^5Near to Ban − bridge town in the Coun − ty Down on a mo − r − ning i − n Ju − ly, Down a bo − reen green came a

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.6 .6 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 ^5 ^5 − .7 .8 .7 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 ^7 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6sweet col − leen and she smiled as she passed me by. She looked so neat from her two white feet to the sheen of her

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^5 .5 .4 .5 − .6 ^6 ^5 ^5 ^5 .5 ^5 .6 .6 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 ^5 ^5 − .7 .8 .7nut − brow − n hair, Such a coax − in’ elf I’d to shake my − self to make sure I was real − ly there. From Ban − try

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.7 ^7 .6 ^7 ^7 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 ^7 .6 ^5 .5 .4 .5 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 ^5 ^5 .5 ^5 .6 .6 ^7 .6 ^7Bay up to Der − ry Quay and from Gal − way to Dub − li − n town No − o maid I’ve seen like the sweet Col − leen that I

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.7 ^7 .6 ^5 ^5 ^5 −met in the Coun − ty Down

As she onward sped I shook my head, And I gazed with a feeling quare,And I said, says I, to a passer−by, "Who’s the maid with the nut−brown hair?"Oh, he smiled at me, and with pride says he, "That’s the gem of Ireland’s crown,She’s young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann, She’s the Star of the County Down."

I’ve travelled a bit, but never was hit, Since my roving career began;But fair and square I surrendered there, To the charms of young Rose McCann.I’d a heart to let and no tenant yet, Did I meet with in shawl or gown,But in she went and I asked no rent, From the Star of the County Down.

At the crossroads fair I’ll be surely there, And I’ll dress in my Sunday clothesAnd I’ll try sheep’s eyes, and deludhering lies, On the heart of the nut−brown Rose.No pipe I’ll smoke, no horse I’ll yoke, Though with rust my plow turns brown,Till a smiling bride by my own fireside, Sits the Star of the County Down.

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1632035. The Town I Loved So Well

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.4 ^4 .5 .5 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 .6 ^5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .4 .3 ^3 .4 ^4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 .5 .5In my me − mo − ry I will al − ways see the town that I have loved so well, Where our school played

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^7 .6 ^6 .6 .6 ^5 .5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .4 .4 ^3 .3 .3 − .5 .5 .6 .6 .6 ^7 .7 ^8ball by the gas ya − rd wall and we laughed through the smoke and the smell. Go − ing home in the rain, run− ning

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^8 .7 .7 .7 ^7 .6 ^7 .7 ^8 ^8 ^8 .7 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 − .4 ^4 .5 .5 ^7 .6 ^6 .6 .6 .6 ^5up the da− rk lane, Past the jail and down be− hind the foun tain, Thosewere hap − py days in so ma − ny ma− ny

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.5 .5 .5 ^5 ^6 .6 .4 .4 ^3 .3 −ways, In the town I loved so well.

In the early morn the shirt factory hornCalled the women from Creggan, the Moor and the BogWhile the men on the dole played a mother’s roleFed the children and then walked the dogAnd when times got rough there was just about enoughBut they saw it through without complainingFor deep inside was a burning prideIn the town I loved so well.

There was music there in the Derry airLike a language that we could all understandI remember the day when I earned my first payWhen I played in a small pick−up bandThere I spent my youth and to tell you the truthI was sad to leave it all behind meThere I learned about life and I found a wifeIn the town I loved so well:

But when I returned oh my eyes how they burnedTo see how a town could be brought to its kneesBy the armoured cars and the bombed out barsAnd the gas that hangs on to every breezeNow the army’s installed by the old gasyard wallAnd the damned barbed wire gets higher and higherWith their tanks and their gunsOh my God, what have they doneTo the town I loved so well.

Now the music’s gone but they carry onFor their spirit’s been bruised, never brokenThey will not forget but their hearts are setOn tomorrow and peace once againNow what’s done is done and what’s won is wonAnd what’s lost is lost and gone foreverI can only pray for a bright brand new dayFor the town I Iove so well.

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1642036. Waxies’ Dargle

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2037. When Irish Eyes are Smiling

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There’s a tear in your eye, And I’m wondering why,For it never should be there at all. With such pow’r in your smile,Sure a stone you’d beguile, So there’s never a teardrop should fall.When your sweet lilting laughter’s, Like some fairy song,And your eyes twinkle bright as can be; You should laugh all the whileAnd all other times smile, And now, smile a smile for me.

Cho: When Irish eyes are smiling, Sure,’tis like the morn in Spring. In the lilt of Irish laughter, You can hear the angels sing. When Irish hearts are happy, All the world seems bright and gay. And when Irish eyes are smiling, Sure, they steal your heart away.

For your smile is a part, Of the love in your heart,And it makes even sunshine more bright. Like the linnet’s sweet song,Crooning all the day long, Comes your laughter and light.For the springtime of life, Is the sweetest of allThere is ne’er a real care or regret; And while springtime is oursThroughout all of youth’s hours, Let us smile each chance we get. [Cho]

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1652038. When You and I Were Young, Maggie

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A city so silent and lone, Maggie, Where the young and the gay and the best,In polished white mansions of stone, Maggie, Have each found a place of rest, Is built where the birds used to play, Maggie, And join in the songs that were sung; For we sang as gay as they, Maggie, When you and I were young.

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1662039. Whiskey in the Jar (Kilgary Mountain)

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As I was a−walkin’ ’round Kilgary Mountain, I met with Captain Pepper as his money he was countin’, I rattled my pistols and I drew forth my saber, Sayin’, "Stand and deliver, for I am the bold deceiver"

Musha rig um du rum da, Whack fol the daddy o Whack fol the daddy o, There’s whiskey in the jar

The shinin’ golden coins did look so bright and jolly, I took ’em with me home and I gave ’em to my MollyShe promised and she vowed that she never would deceive me, But the devil’s in the women and they never can be easy

When I was awakened between six and seven, The guards were all around me in numbers odd and evenI flew to my pistols, but alas I was mistaken, For Molly’s drawn my pistols and a prisoner I was taken

They put me into jail without judge or writin’, For robbing Colonel Pepper on Kilgary MountainBut they didn’t take my fists so I knocked the sentry down, And bid a fond farewell to the jail in Sligo town

Now some take delight in fishin’ and in bowlin’, And others take delight in carriages a−rollin’But I take delight in the juice of the barley, And courtin’ pretty girls in the morning so early

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1672040. Wild Colonial Boy

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Come all my hearties, we’ll range the mountainside Together we will plunder, together we will ride We’ll scour along the valleys and gallop o’er the plains We’ll scorn to live in slavery, bowed down in iron chains

In sixty−one this daring youth commenced his wild careerWith a heart that knew no danger, no foeman did he fearHe held up the Beechworth mailcoach and he robbed Judge MacEvoyWho trembled and gave up his gold to the wild colonial boy

One day as he was riding the mountainside alongAlistening to the little birds their pleasant laughing songThree mounted troopers came in view − Kelly, Davis, and FitzroyAnd thought that they would capture him, the wild colonial boy

"Surrender now, Jack Doolan, you see there’s three to oneSurrender now, Jack Doolan, you daring highwayman"He drew a pistol from his belt and spun it like a toy"I’ll fight, but I won’t surrender," said the wild colonial boy

He fired at trooper Kelly and brought him to the groundAnd in return from Davis received a mortal woundAll shattered through the jaws, he lay still firing at FitzroyAnd that’s the way they captured him, the wild colonial boy

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1682041. Wild Rover (No Nay Never)

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.3 .3 ^3 .3 .3 .2 .4 .4 ^3 .4 ^4 − .5 .5 .4 .5 ^4 ^3 ^2 .2 .4 ^3 .3 .3 .3I’ve been a wild ro − ver for man − y a year, I’ve spent all my mo − ney on whisk − ey and beer. But now

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I went to an ale−house I used to frequentAnd I told the landlady my money was spentI asked her for credit, she answered me "naySuch a custom as yours I could have any day." cho

I took from my pocket ten sovereigns brightAnd the landlady’s eyes opened wide with delightShe said "I have whiskey and wines of the bestAnd the words that I spoke sure were only in jest." cho

I’ll go home to my parents, confess what I’ve doneAnd I’ll ask them to pardon their prodigal sonAnd if they caress (forgive) me as ofttimes beforeSure I never will play the wild rover no more cho

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1692042. If You’re Irish come into the Parlour

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In sweet Lim’rick Town, they say, Lived a chap named Patrick John MoIIoy. Once he sailed to U.S.A. His luck in foreign parts he thought he’d try. Now he’s made his name, and is a wealthy man, He put a bit away for a rainy day; So if you gaze upon The house of Patrick John, You’ll find a notice that goes on to say:

Chorus:If you’re Irish come into the parlour, There’s a welcome there for you; If your name is Timothy or Pat, So long as you come from Ireland, There’s a welcome on the mat, If You come from the Mountains of Mourne, Or Killarney’s lakes so blue, We’ll sing you a song and we’ll make a fuss, Whoever you are you are one of us, If you’re Irish, this is the place for you!

Patrick loved the girl he wed, But he could not stand his Ma−n−aw, Once with joy he turned quite red, When she got into trouble thro’ her jaw. Six police they had to take her to the Court, She was informed a month she would have to do, So Patrick quickly wrote Up to the Judge a note Explaining, "Sir, I’m much obliged to you!"

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170− CHRISTMAS CAROLS −Appear in alphabetical order

3000. Angels we have heard on high

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Angels we have heard on high, Sweetly singing o’er the plainsAnd the mountains in reply, Echoing their joyous strains. Gloria..

cho: Gloria, In Excelsius Deo

Shepherd why this jubilee, Why your joyous strains prolongWhat the gladsome tidings be, Which inspire your heavenly song?

Come to Bethlehem and see, Him whose birth the angels singCome adore on bended knee, Christ the Lord the newborn king

See him in a manger laid, Whom the choirs of angels praiseMary, Joseph, lend your aid, While our hearts in love we raise

3001. Away in a Manger

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Away in a manger, no crib for a bed, The Little Lord Jesus lay down His sweet head;The stars in the bright sky looked down where He lay, The little Lord Jesus asleep in the hay

The cattle are lowing the baby awakes, But little Lord Jesus no crying He makes,I love you, Lord Jesus; look down from the sky, And stay by my side until morning is nigh

Be near me Lord Jesus; I ask you to stay, Close by me forever and love me, I pray,Bless all the dear children in your tender care, And fit us for heaven to live with you there

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1713002. Deck the HallsAABA

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Deck the halls with boughs of holly, Fa−la−la−la−la, la−la−la−la’Tis the season to be jolly, Fa−la−la−la−la, la−la−la−laDon we now our gay apparel, Fa−la−la, la−la−la, la−la−laTroll the ancient Yuletide carol, Fa−la−la−la−la, la−la−la−la

See the blazing Yule before usStrike the harp and join the chorusFollow me in merry measureWhile I tell of Yuletide treasure

Fast away the old year passesHail the new ye lads and lassesSing we joyous all togetherHeedless of the wind and weather

3003. Ding Dong Merrily on High

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Ding Dong merrily on high, In Heaven bells are ringingDing dong merrily the sky, Is riven with angels singing

Cho: Glo− − − −ria, Hosana in excelsis

E’en so here below, below, Let steeple bells be swungenAnd io, io, io, By priest and people sungen: Cho

Pray you, dutifully prime, Your matin chime, ye ringers;May you beautifully rime, Your evetime song, ye singers: Cho

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1723004. The First Noel

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The first Noel, the angel did say, Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay,In fields as they ,lay keeping their sheep, On a cold winter’s night hat was so deep

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel, Born is the King of Israel

They looked up and saw a star, Shining in the east, beyond them far;And to the earth it gave great light, And so they continued both day and night Cho

And by the light of that same star, Three wise men came from country far;To seek for a King was their intent, And to follow the star wherever it went Cho

Now let us all with one accord, Sing praises to our heavenly Lord,Who brought forth Heaven and earth from naught, And with his blood mankind has bought Cho

3005. God Rest You Merry Gentlemen

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God rest ye merry, gentlemen, let nothing you dismayRemember Christ our Saviour was born on Christmas DayTo save us all from Satan’s pow’r when we were gone astray

Cho: Oh, tidings of comfort and joy,comfort and joy Oh tidings of comfort and joy

In Bethlehem in Jewry this blessed Babe was born,And laid within a manger upon this blessed mornThe which His mother Mary did nothing take in scorn, Chorus

From God our heav’nly Father, a blessed angel cameAnd unto certain shepherds brought tidings of the sameHow that in Bethlehem was born the Son of God by name, Chorus

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1733006. Good Christian Men Rejoice

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Good Christian men, rejoiceWith heart and soul and voice; Give ye heed to what we say:

News! News! Jesus Christ is born today:

Ox and ass before him bowAnd He is in the manger now

Christ is born today! Christ is born today!

Good Christian men, rejoiceWith heart and soul and voice; Now ye hear of endless bliss;

Joy! Joy! Jesus Christ was born for this!

He has oped the heav’nly doorAnd man is blessed evermore

Christ was born for this! Christ was born for this!

Good Christian men, rejoiceWith heart and soul and voice; Now ye need not fear the grave;

Peace! Peace! Jesus Christ was born to save!

Calls you one and calls you allTo gain his everlasting hall

Christ was born to save! Christ was born to save!

3007. Good King WensleslasAAB

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Good King Wenceslas looked out on the feast of Stephen, When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and evenBrightly shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel, When a poor man came in sight, gathering winter fuel

Hither page and stand by me if thou knowst it telling, Yonder peasant, who is he, where and what his dwelling?Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain, Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes’ fountain

Bring me flesh and bring me wine, bring me pinelogs hither, Thou and I will see him dine when we bear them thitherPage and monarch forth they went, forth they went together, Through the rude winds wild lament, and the bitter weather

Sire the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger, Fails my heart I know now how, I can go no longerMark my footsteps my good page, tread thou in them boldly, Thou shalt find the winter’s rage freeze thy blood less coldly

In his master’s steps he trod where the snow lay dinted, Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printedTherefore Christian men be sure, wealth or rank possessing, Ye who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing

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1743008. Hark! The Herald Angels Sing

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Hark, the herald angels sing, Glory to the newborn King,Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled";Joyful, all the nations ,rise, Join the triumph of the skies;With the angelic host proclaim: ’Christ is born in Bethlehem"

Hark, the herald angels sing,’Glory to the new born King’

Christ, by highest heav’n adored, Christ, the ever−living Lord,Late in time behold Him come, Offspring of a virgins wombVeiled in flesh the Godhead see, Hail the incarnate Deity;Pleased as man with man to dwell, Jesus, our Emmanuel

Hail the heav’n born Prince of Peace, Hail, the Sun of righteousness;Light and life to al! He brings, Ris’n with healing in His wingsMild He lays His glory by, Born that man no more may die;Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth

3009. Holly and the Ivy

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The holly and the ivy, When they are both full grownOf all the trees that are in the wood, The holly bears the crown

Oh the rising of the sun, And the running of the deer The playing of the merry organ, Sweet singing all in the choir

The holly bears a blossom, As white as the lily flowerAnd Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ, To be our sweet Savior

The holly bears a berry, As red as any bloodAnd Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ, To do poor sinners good

The holly bears a prickle, As sharp as any thornAnd Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ, On Christmas day in the morn. [Rpt verse 1]

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1753010. I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas

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I’m dreaming of a white Christmas , Just like the ones I used to knowWhere the treetops glisten and children listen , To hear sleighbells in the snow

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas , With every Christmas card I writeMay your days be merry and bright , And may all your Christmases be white

3011. Jingle Bells

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Dashing through the snow, in a one horse open sleigh, O’er the fields we go, laughing all the way,Bells on bobtail ring, making spirits bright, Oh what fun it is to sing a sleighing song tonight

Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way, Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh;Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way, Oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleighAussiecho: Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way, Christmas in Australia on a scorching summer’s day, Oh, Jingle bells, jingle bells, Christmas time is beaut. Oh what fun it is to ride in a rusty Holden ute.

Dashing through the bush in a rusty Holden ute. Kicking up the dust, esky in the boot. Kelpie by my side, singing Christmas songs, It’s summer time and I am in my singlet, shorts and thongs. Oh.

Engine’s getting hot, we dodge the kangaroo, Swaggie climbs aboard, he is welcome too. All the family’s here, sitting by the pool, Christmas day the Aussie way, by the barbecue. Oh..

Come the afternoon, Grandpa has a doze, The kids and Uncle Bruce are swimming in their clothes. Time has come to go, we take a family snap, And pack the car and all shoot through before the washing up. Oh..

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1763012. Joy to the World

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Joy to he world! The Lord is come;Let earth receive her king; Let every heart prepare Him room,And heaven and nature sing, And heaven and nature sing,And heaven and heaven and nature sing

Joy to the world The Saviour reigns;Let men Their song employ; While fields and floods rooks hills and plainsRepeat the sounding joy, Repeat the sounding joyRepeat repeat he sounding joy

He rules the earth with truth and grace,And makes the nation prove; The glories of His righteousnessAnd wonders of His love, And wonders Of His love,And wonders wonders of His love

3013. Little Drummer Boy

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Come, they told me , Pa−rum−pa−pum−pum,"Our newborn king to see" , Pa−rum−pa−pum−pum,Our finest gifts we bring , Pa−rum−pa−pum−pum,To lay before the king, , Pa−rum−pa−pum−pum,Rum−pa−pum−pum, rum−pa−pum−pum,So to honour him, Pa−rum−pa−pum−pum,When we come

"Little Baby, Pa−rum−pa−pum−pum,I am a poor boy too, Pa−rum−pa−pum−pum,I have no gift to bring, Pa−rum−pa−pum−pum,That’s fit to give our King! Pa−rum−pa−pum−pum,Rum−pa−pum−pum, rum−pa−pum−pum,Shall I play for You, Pa−rum−pa−pum−pum,On my drum?’

Mary nodded, Pa−rum−pa−pum−pum,The ox and lamb kept time, Pa−rum−pa−pum−pum,I played my drum for Him, Pa−rum−pa−pum−pum,I played my best for Him, Pa−rum−pa−pum−pum,Rum−pa−pum−pum, rum−pa−pum−pum,Then He smiled at me, Pa−rum−pa−pum−pum,Me and my drum!

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1773014. O Come All Ye Faithful

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O come all ye faithful! joyful and triumphant,O come ye, 0 come ye to BethlehemCome and behold him, born the King Of angels,

O come let us adore Him, O come let us adore Him, O come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord.

Sing choirs of angels sing in exultation,Sing, all ye citizens of heaven above,Glory to God in the highest

Yea Lord we greet thee born this happy morningJesus to thee be glory givenWord of the Father, now in flesh appearing,

3015. O Little Town of Bethlehem

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:O little town of Bethlehem, How still we see thee lie;Above thy deep and dreamless sleep, The silent stars go by:Yet in the dark streets shineth, The everlasting LightThe hopes and fears of all the years, Are met in thee tonight

How silently, how silently, The wondrous gilt is givenSo God imparts to human hearts, The blessing of his heavenNo ear may hear his coming; But in this world of sin,Where meek souls will receive him, still, The dear Christ enters in

3016. Once in Royal David’s City

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Once in Royal David’s city, Stood a lowly cattle shed,Where a mother laid her baby, In a manger for His bedMary was hat mother mild; Jesus Christ her little child

He came down to earth from heaven, Who is God and Lord of all,And His shelter was a stable, And His cradle was a stall;With the poor and mean and lowly, Lived on earth our Savior holy

And our eyes at last shall see Him, Through His own redeeming love,For that child so dear and gentle, Is our Lord in heaven above,And He leads His children on, To the place where He is gone

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1783017. On Christmas Night

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3018. Mary’s Boy Child

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Long time ago in Bethlehem so the holy bible sayMary’s boy child Jesus Christ was born on Christmas day

Hark, now hear the angels sing, a new King born today,And man will live for evermore, because of Christmas dayTrumpets sound and angels sing, listen to what they say,That man will live for evermore, because or Christmas day

While Shepherds watched their flocks by rightThem see a bright new shining star;They hear a choir sing the music seemed to come from afarNow Joseph and his wife Mary come to Bethlehem tat night,Them find no place to born the child,Not a single room was in sight

By and by they find a little space in a stable all forlorn,And in a manger cold and dark Mary’s little boy was bornLong time ago in Bethlehem so the holy bible say,Mary’s boy child Jesus Christ was born on Christmas day

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1793019. Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer

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Rudolph the Red−Nosed Reindeer (reindeer)Had a very shiny nose (like a light bulb)And if you ever saw it (saw it)You would even say it glowed (like a stop light)

All of the other reindeer (reindeer)Used to laugh and call him names (like Pinocchio)They never let poor Rudolph (Rudolph)Join in any reindeer games (like Monopoly)

Then one foggy Christmas Eve,Santa came to say (Ho, ho, ho)Rudolph with your nose so brightWon’t you guide my sleigh tonight

Then how the reindeer loved him (loved him)And they shouted out with glee (ha, ha, ha)Rudolph the red−nosed reindeer (reindeer)You’ll go down in history...(like George Washington)

3020. Silent Night

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Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is brightRound yon virgin, mother and child,Holy Infant so tender and mild,Sleep in heavenly peace, sleep in heavenly peace

Silent night, holy night, Shepherds quake, at the sightGlories stream from heaven afarHeavenly hosts sing alleluia,Christ the Saviour is born, Christ the Saviour is born

Silent night, holy night, Son of God Love’s pure lightRadiant beams from thy holy face,With the dawn of redeeming grace,Jesus, Lord at Thy birth, Jesus, Lord at Thy birth

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1803021. While Shepherds Watched Their Flocks by Night

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Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is brightRound yon virgin, mother and child,Holy Infant so tender and mild,Sleep in heavenly peace, sleep in heavenly peace

Silent night, holy night, Shepherds quake, at the sightGlories stream from heaven afarHeavenly hosts sing alleluia,Christ the Saviour is born, Christ the Saviour is born

Silent night, holy night, Son of God Love’s pure lightRadiant beams from thy holy face,With the dawn of redeeming grace,Jesus, Lord at Thy birth, Jesus, Lord at Thy birth

3022. We Three Kings of Orient Are

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We three kings of Orient are, bearing gifts we traverse afarField and fountain, moor and mountain following yonder star

O star of wonder, star of night, star with royal beauty brightWestward leading, still proceeding, guide us to thy perfect light

Born a King on Bethlehem’s plain, Gold I bring to crown Him againKing forever, ceasing never, over us all to reign

Frankincense to offer have I, incense owns a Deity nighPrayer and praising, all men raising, worship Him, God most High

Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume, breathes a life of gathering gloomSorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying; sealed in The stone cold tomb

Glorious now behold Him arise, King and God and sacrificeAlleluia, Alleluia, earth to the heavens replies

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1813023. We Wish You a Merry Christmas

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We wish you a merry ChristmasWe wish you a merry ChristmasWe wish you a merry Christmas And a happy New Year

We want some figgy pudding (3 times) And a cup of good cheer

We won’t go until we get some (3 times) So bring it out here!

We wish you a Merry Christmas (3 times)And a happy New Year

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182AUSTRALIAN CAROLS

3024. Port Hedland Carol, AMr John Parker

= 150

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A A Bm A A A E E A A Bm A E A E A

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1833025. Three Drovers, theMusic: William G James. Words: John Wheeler

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1843026. Christmas DayMusic: William G James Words: John Wheeler (c) Chappell & Co

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^5 − .5 ^5 .5 .4 ^3 .4 − .4 ^4 .5 .6 ^6 ^5 .5 ^4 .5 .5 .5 ^5 ^7 .6 ^6 ^5 ^6 .6 −grass in the pad− dock is brown; As we lift up our voi − ces and sing To the Christ child the hea− ven− ly king.

Full Choir

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3027. Calypso CarolMichael Perry arr. Stephen Coates

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.5 .5 ^5 − .5 ^4 .4 ^3 ^4 ^5 − .3 ^2 ^3 .5 − ^4 .4 ^3 .3 .4 .5 −See him a − ly − ing on a bed of straw draught − y sta− ble with an op − en door.Star of sil − ver sweep a − cross the skies, show where Je − sus in the man − ger liesAn − gels sing a − gain the song you sang bring Gods glo − ry to the heart of man

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Shep − herds swift − ly from your stu − por rise to see the Sav − iour on the worldSing that Bethl − hem’s lit − le ba − by can be sal − va − tion to the soul

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0001 ANOTHER FALL OF RAIN

(John Neilson)

The weather has been sultry for a fortnight now or more

And the shearers have been driving might and main;

For some have got the century who ne'er got it before

But now we all are waiting for the rain

cho: For the boss is getting rusty and the ringer's caving in

His bandaged wrist is aching with the pain;

And the second man I fear will make it hot for him

Unless we have another fall of rain

Now some had taken quarters and were keeping well in bunk

When we shore the six-tooth wethers from the plain,

And if the sheep get harder then a few more men will flunk

Unless we get another fall of rain

Some cockies come here shearing, they would fill a little book

About this sad dry weather for the grain;

But here is lunch a-coming. Make way for Dick the cook

Old Dick is nigh as welcome as the rain

But the sky is clouding over and the thunder's muttering loud

And the clouds are sweeping westward o'er the plain

And I see the lightning flashing 'round the edge of yon black cloud

And I hear the gentle patter of the rain

So lads, put up your stoppers and let us to the hut

Where we'll gather 'round and have a friendly game;

While some are playing music and some play ante up

And some are gazing outward at the rain

But now the rain is over, let the pressers spin the screw

Let the teamsters back their wagons in again;

We'll block the classer's table by the way we push them through

For everything goes merry since the rain

final chorus:

And the boss he won't be rusty when his sheep they all are shore

And the ringer's wrist won't ache much with the pain

Of pocketing his cheque for a hundred quid or more

And the second man will press him hard again

0001 THE OLD PALMER'S SONG

Oh, the wind is fair and free my boys, the wind is fair and free

The steamer's course is North my boys,and the Palmer we will see

The Palmer we will see my boys, and cooktown's muddy shore

Where I've been told there's lots of gold so stay down South no more

Cho:

So blow ye winds heigh-ho, a-digging we will go

We'll stay no more down South my boys, so let the music play

In spite of what I'm told, I'm off in search of gold

And we'll make a push for a new gold rush, a thousand miles away

0001 RODDY MCCORLEY

(Words by Ethna Carberry; music traditional)

O see the fleet-foot host of men, who march with faces drawn,

From farmstead and from fishers' cot, along the banks of Ban;

They come with vengeance in their eyes. Too late! Too late are they,

For young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today

Oh Ireland, Mother Ireland, you love them still the best The fearless brave who fighting fall upon your hapless breast,

But never a one of all your dead more bravely fell in fray,

Than he who marches to his fate on the bridge of Toome today

Up the narrow street he stepped, so smiling, proud and young

About the hemp-rope on his neck, the golden ringlets clung;

There's ne'er a tear in his blue eyes, fearless and brave are they,

As young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today

When last this narrow street he trod, his shining pike in hand

Behind him marched, in grim array, a earnest stalwart band

To Antrim town! To Antrim town, he led them to the fray,

But young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today

The grey coat and its sash of green were brave and stainless then,

A banner flashed beneath the sun over the marching men;

The coat hath many a rent this noon, the sash is torn away,

And Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today

Oh, how his pike flashed in the sun! Then found a foeman's heart,

Through furious fight, and heavy odds he bore a true man's part And many a red-coat bit the dust before his keen pike-play,

But Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today

There's never a one of all your dead more bravely died in fray

Than he who marches to his fate in Toomebridge town today; True to the last! True to the last, he treads the upwards way, And young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today

Recorded by Kingston Trio, Clancys. Additional words from RG, overheard

in the White Horse Tavern, NY in 1958

0001 MAGGIE MAY

Now you jolly sailor lads, come listen to my tale,

I'm sure you will have cause to pity me,

I was a damned young fool in the port of Liverpool,

When I called there on my first port home from sea

cho: Oh Maggie, Maggie May

They have taken her away

To slave upon Van Dieman's cruel shore

Oh, you robbed so many whalers, and dosed so many sailors

But you'll never cruise 'round Peter Street no more

I was staying at the Home, from a voyage to Sierre Leone,

And two-pound-ten a month was all my pay,

As I jingled with my tin, I was easy taken in,

By a little girl up there called Maggie May

cho:

Oh. I'll never forget the day when I first met Maggie May,

She was standing on a corner at Canning Place,

In a full-sized crin-o-line, like a frigate of the line,

And as she saw I was a sailor I gave chase

She gave me a saucy nod, and I, like a farmer's clod,

Let her take me line abreast in tow,

And under all plain sail, we ran before the gale

And to the Crow's Nest Tavern we did go

Next morning when I woke, I found that I was broke,

No shoes or shirt or trousers could I find,

When I asked her where they were, she answers "My dear sir,

They're down in Lewis' pawnshop number nine."

So to Lewis' I did go, but no clothing could I find,

And the policeman took that wicked girl away,

And the judge he guilty found her, of robbing a homeward-bounder,

And now she's doing time in Botany Bay

She was chained and sent away from Liverpool one day, The lads all cheered as she sailed down the bay,

And every sailor lad, he only was too glad

They'd sent that old whore out to Botany Bay

0002 LAZY HARRY'S

We started out from Roto when the sheds had all cut out

And with whips and whips of rhino that we meant to push about

With a three spot cheque between us and Sydney in our eye

We camped at Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai

Cho

And we camped at Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai

The road to Gundagai, not five miles to Gundagai

Yes we camped at Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai

We crossed the Murrumbidgee near old Yanko in a week

We passed through old Narrandera and crossed the Burnett Creek

And we never stopped at Wagga for we'd Sydney in our eye

And we camped at Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai

We through our flaming swags off, and marched in to the bar

We ordered rum and raspberry, and a shilling each cigar

The girl that served that poison, she winked at me so sly

So we camped at Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai

Well I've seen a lot of girls me boys, and I've drunk lots of beer

I've met with some of both me lads, that left me feeling queer

But for beer to knock you sideways, and girls to make you sigh

You should camp at Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai

In a week our spree was over and our cheque was all knocked down

We shouldered our matildas, and headed out of town

The girls stood us o nobbler, we sadly waved goodbye

And we tramped from Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai

Final cho And we tramped from Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai

The road to Gundagai, not five miles to Gundagai

And we tramped from Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai

The pub was flooded by the Snowy mountain Scheme

0003 THE RAKES OF MALLOW

Beauing, belleing, dancing, drinking,

Breaking windows, cursing, sinking

Ever raking, never thinking,

Live the Rakes of Mallow;

Spending faster than it comes,

Beating waiters bailiffs, duns,

Bacchus' true begotten sons,

Live the Rakes of Mallow

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One time naught but claret drinking,

Then like politicians, thinking

To raise the "sinking funds" when sinking

Live the Rakes of Mallow

When at home, with da-da dying,

Still for mellow water crying;

But, where there's good claret plying

Live the Rakes of Mallow

Racking tenants, stewards teasing,

Swiftly spending, slowly raising,

Wishing to spend all their days in

Raking as at Mallow

Then to end this raking life,

They get sober, take a wife,

Ever after live in strife,

And wish again for Mallow

Also called Walls of Limerick, Mallow Fling Balls Up(Austr)

British 18th Century tune, words by A.R.Body

0004 SPANISH LADY

Two other songs use tis tune, Galway City, and in NZ Shanty by the Way

As I went down to Dublin city,

At the hour of twelve at night,

Who should I see but a Spanish lady, Washing her feet by candlelight

First she washed them, then she dried them

Over a fire of amber coal,

In all my life I ne'er did see

A maid so sweet about the soul

CHORUS:

Whack fol the toora, toora laddy

Whack fol the foora loora lay

As I came back through Dublin city

At the hour of half past eight

Who should I spy but the Spanish lady

Brushing her hair in the broad daylight

First she tossed it, then she brushed it,

On her lap was a silver comb

In all my life I ne'er did see

A maid so fair since I did roam

CHORUS

As I went back through Dublin city

As the sun began to set

Who should I spy but the Spanish lady

Catching a moth in a golden net

When she saw me then she fled me

Lifting her petticoat over her knee

In all my life I ne'er did see

A maid so shy as the Spanish lady

CHORUS

I've wandered north and I've wandered south

Through Stonybatter and Patrick's Close

Up and around the Gloucester Diamond

And back by Napper Tandy's house

Old age has laid her hand on me

Cold as a fire of ashy coals

In all my life I ne'er did see

A maid so sweet as the Spanish lady

CHORUS

0004 ROSE TREE

Also called Portlaige, a Gaelic song

0007 ST ANTHONY'S

Also called Pat Horgan's #1, Kerry #1, Glenside #1, St Anne's

0007 RATTLIN' BOG

Hey ho, the rattlin' bog

The bog down in the valley -o

The rare bog, the rattlin' bog

The bog down in the valley -o

Now in this bog there was a tree

A rare tree, a rattlin' tree

Tree in the bog and the bog down in the valley -o

Now on this tree there was a limb

A rare limb, a rattlin' limb

Limb on the tree, tree in the bog, and the bog down in the valley -o

Also called Mist on the Bog, Mist Down in the Valley.Children's song

0007 DAVY NICK NACK

?old children's song

0007 GRANDFATHER'S CLOCK

(Henry Clay Work)

My grandfather's clock was too tall for the shelf So it stood ninety years on the floor

It was taller by half than the old man himself

But it weighed not a pennyweight more

It was bought on the morn on the day that he was born

It was always his treasure and pride

But it stopped, short, never to go again

When the old man died

Ninety years without slumbering

Tic toc tic toc

His life's seconds numbering

Tic toc tic toc

It stopped, short, never to go again

When the old man died

In watching its pendulum swing to and fro

Many hours he had spent when a boy

And through childhood and manhood, the clock seemed to know

And to share both his grief and his joy

For it struck 24 when he entered at the door

With a blooming and beautiful bride,

But it stopped, short, never to go again

When the old man died

CHORUS

My grandfather said that of those he could hire

Not a servant so faithful he'd found,

For it kept perfect time and it had one desire

At the close of each day to be wound

At it kept to its place, not a frown upon its face

At its hands never hung by its side

But it stopped, short, never to go again

When the old man died

CHORUS

It rang an alarm in the still of the night,

An alarm that for years had been dumb

And we knew that his spirit was pluming for flight

That his hour of departure had come

Still the clock kept the time

With a soft and muffled chime

As we silently stood by his side

But it stopped, short, never to go again

When the old man died

Before this song became popular, the floor standing clocks were

known merely as tall clocks, and became known as grandfather

clocks as a result of the singing of this song

0007 LOCH LOMOND

By Lady John Scott of Victorian times, about the retreat ofbonnie Prince

Charlieto Scotland from England.One of his followers, about to be executed said to

his sweethear

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,

Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond,

Where me and my true love were ever won't to gae

On the bonnie bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond

O' ye'll tak the high road and I'll tak the low road,

And I'll be in Scotland afore ye;

But me and my true love will never meet again,

On the bonnie bonnie banks o' loch Lomond

Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen,

On the steep steep side o' Ben Lomond,

Where in deep purple hue, the Hieland hills we view, And the moon coming oot in the gloaming

&c

The wee birdies sing, and the wild flowers spring,

And in sunshine the waters are sleeping,

But the broken heart will ken nae second spring again,'

Though the waefu' may cease fae their greeting

&c

0008 SCOTLAND THE BRAVE

Pipe march used in Australia for the Gay Gordons

Hark where the night is falling

hark hear the pipes a calling

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Loudly and proudly calling down thru the glen

There where the hills are sleeping

Now feel the blood a leaping

High as the spirits of the old highland men

Towering in gallant fame

Scotland my mountain hame

High may your proud standards gloriously wave

Land of my high endeavor

Land of the shining river

Land of my heart forever, Scotland the Brave

High in the misty mountains

Out by the purple highlands

Brave are the hearts that beat beneath Scottish skies

Wild are the winds to meet you

Staunch are the friends that greet you

Kind as the love that shines from fair maidens eyes

0009 ROSIN THE BEAU

Also called The Gentle Maiden (from the song which uses the same tune), Rosin'

the Bow. Used for the dance, the Catalpa Relates the rescue of six Fenians in

Fremantle in 1875

I've traveled all over this world

And now to another I go

And I know that good quarters are waiting

To welcome old Rosin the Beau

To welcome old Rosin the Beau

To welcome old Rosin the Beau

And I know that good quarters are waiting

To welcome old Rosin the Beau

When I'm dead and laid out on the counter

A voice you will hear from below

Saying "Send down a hogshead of whiskey

To drink with old Rosin the Beau"

To drink with old Rosin the Beau"

To drink with old Rosin the Beau"

Saying "Send down a hogshead of whiskey

To drink with old Rosin the Beau"

Then get a half dozen stout fellows

And stack them all up in a row

Let them drink out of half gallon bottles

To the memory of Rosin the Beau

To the memory of Rosin the Beau

To the memory of Rosin the Beau

Let them drink out of half gallon bottles

To the memory of Rosin the Beau

Then get this half dozen stout fellows

And let them all stagger and go

And dig a great hole in the meadow

And in it put Rosin the Beau

And in it put Rosin the Beau

And in it put Rosin the Beau

And dig a great hole in the meadow

And in it put Rosin the Beau

Then get ye a couple of bottles

Put one at me head and me toe

With a diamond ring scratch upon them

The name of old Rosin the Beau

The name of old Rosin the Beau

The name of old Rosin the Beau

With a diamond ring scratch upon them

The name of old Rosin the Beau

I've only this one consolation

As out of this world I go

I know that the next generation

Will resemble old Rosin the Beau

Will resemble old Rosin the Beau

Will resemble old Rosin the Beau

I know that the next generation

Will resemble old Rosin the Beau

I fear that old tyrant approaching

That cruel remorseless old foe

And I lift up me glass in his honor

Take a drink with old Rosin the Beau

Take a drink with old Rosin the Beau

Take a drink with old Rosin the Beau

And I lift up me glass in his honor

Take a drink with old Rosin the Beau

Recorded by Tommy Makem on "The Best of the Clancy Bros. And Tommy Makem

0010 DINGLE REGATTA

The regatta was held in Dingle Harbour, Ireland

0010 THE BLAYDON RACES

(Geordie Ridley)

I went to Blaydon Races

Twas on the ninth of June

Eighteen Hundred and Sixty Two

On a summer's afternoon

I took the bus from Balmbras

And she was heavy laden

Away we went along Collingwood Street

That's on the Road to Blaydon

Oh me lads, you should've seen us gannin

Passing the folks along the road

And all of them were starin'

All the lads and lasses there

They all had smilin' faces

Gannin along the Scotswood Road

To see the Blaydon Races

We flew past Armstrong's factory

And up by the Robin Adair

But gannin ower the Railway Bridge

The bus wheel flew off there

The lasses lost their crinolenes

And veils that hide their faces

I got two black eyes and a broken nose

In gannin to Blaydon Races

Oh me lads..

Now when we got the wheel back on

Away we went again

But them that had their noses broke

They went back ower hyem

Some went to the dispensary

And some to Doctor Gibbses

And some to the infirmary

To mend their broken ribses

Oh me lads..

We flew across the Tyne Bridge

And came to Blaydon Toon

The barman he was calling then

They called him Jackie Broon

I saw him talking to some chaps

And them he was persuadin' To gan and see Geordie Ridley's show

At the Mechanics' Hall in Blaydon

Oh me lads..

Now when we got to Paradise

There were bonny games begun

There were four and twenty on the bus

And how we danced and sung

They called on me to sing a song

So I sang 'em 'Paddy Fagan' I danced a jig and I swung me twig

The day I went to Blaydon

Oh me lads..

The rain it poured down all the day

And made the ground quite muddy

Coffee Johnny had a white hat on

Shouted 'Wee stole the cuddy?' There were spice stalls and monkey shows

And old wives selling ciders

And the chap on the ha'penny roundabout

Saying 'Any more lads for riders?'

Oh me lads... (to fade)

note: a famous Geordie song

0013 MUCKIN GEORDIE'S BYRE

Music hall bawdy song from Scottish Lowlands

0013 HAYMAKER'S

Also called Harvest Time A longways dance going back to at least the 17th

Century

0013 THE OYSTER GIRL

As I walked up Manchester Street,

A pretty little oyster girl I happened for to meet,

And into her basket so neatly I did peep

To see if she had gotten any oysters

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cho: "O, it's oysters, oysters, oysters," quo' she,

"If you wanl any oysters, buy them a' frae me,

It's four for a penny, but five I'll gie to thee,

If you deal in my basket o' oysters."

"We'll go down to yon tavern, yon tavern, quo' she,

"And we'll get a bottle, it's one, two or three,

"And then to the dance hall an hour, two or three,"

Where she laid down her basket o'oysters

We danced till my noddle was all in a clew,

Then out of my pocket my treasure she drew,

And downstairs like lightning this oyster girl flew

And left me her basket o'oysters

"O, it's landlord, landlord, landlord," quo' he,

"Did you see the little oyster girl was dancing with me?

She has rifled my pockets and stolen my money

And left me a basket o' oysters."

This tune also has a 'C' part

0017 DASHING WHITE SERGEANT

by Henry Bishop in 1826. Used in Scottish Country Dance

0017 DONKEY RIDING

English sea shanty

Were you ever in Quebec

Stowin' timber on the deck?

Where there's a king with a golden crown

(where ye'd break yer bleedin' neck)

Riding on a donkey!

cho: Way O and away we go

Were you ever off the Horn

Where it's always fine and warm?

Where's there's a lion and a unicorn

Riding on a donkey

Note: Reportedly, "Donkey" refers to a donkey engine, used for loading and

unloading cargo. A variation on Hieland Laddie, which often has interchangeable

verses. Also see HIELANLD. David Johnson states the donkeywas the sewing machine

operated by ratings on board

0018 I'LL TELL ME MA

I'll tell me ma when I get home

The boys won't leave the girls alone

They pull my hair, they steal my comb

But that's all right ti ll I get home

She is handsome, she is pretty

She is the belle of Belfast city

She is courting one, two, three

Hey, won't you tell me, who is he?

Albert Mooney says he loves her

All the boys are fighting for her

Knock at the door and ring the bell Hey, my true love, are you well

Out she comes as white as snow

Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes

Our Jenny Murry says she'll die

If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye

Let the wind and the rain and the hail go high

Let the wind and the rain and the hail go high

Snow come tumbling from the sky

She's as nice as apple pie

She'll get a fellow by and by

When she gets a lad of her own

She won't tell her ma when she gets home

Let them all come as they will

It's Albert Mooney she loves still

Recorded by Clancys

traditional. arranged by Jacqui and Bridie

0021 ASHOKAN FAREWELL

(Words Grian McGregor; tune Jay Ungar)

The sun is sinking low in the sky above Ashokan,

The pines and the willows know soon we will part There's a whisper in the wind of promises unspoken,

And a love that will always remain in my heart

My thoughts will return to the sound of your laughter,

The magic of moving as one

And a time we'll remember long ever after

The moonlight and music and dancing are done

Will we climb the hills once more?

Will we walk the woods together?

Will I feel you holding me close once again?

Will every song we've sung stay with us forever?

Will you dance in my dreams or my arms until then?

Under the moon the mountains lie sleeping,

Over the lake the stars shine

They wonder if you and I will be keeping,

The magic and music, or leave them behind

recorded by Priscilla Herdman on "Forever & Always" on Flying Fish records.

Relates to a Folk Festival: contemporaty Note: One of two lyrics that Mr. Ungar

has authorized. RG

0021 ASHOKAN FAREWELL (ANOTHER)

May the one that you love

Be your lover for ever,

And constancy bind you

Through all of the years;

May all of your hopes

Be for one world together

And all of your visions

Unclouded by tears

CHORUS:

May the world be one home,

One song without sorrow,

Where all that you wish will be;

And may her song hold

Your peaceful tomorrow; And in your tomorrow

One moment for me

Let all men of faith

Break bread with each other;

Let no man deny the faith

Other men find;

Let each man be just And have trust in his brother,

To live not for one

But for all of mankind

To live with the Earth

Without fear of her forces,

Or those made by man

In the blindness of greed;

To live in one world

And to share her resources;

Where many have plenty

Let none die of need

Let all men by peace

And by reason be guided;

Let home be to no man

A prison of birth;

May no man draw lines

That leave all men divided,

The wold's only homeland

Be all of the Earth

By: Les Barker, published in "Borzoi Ballet"

0022 THE LEAVING OF LIVERPOOL

Farewell to you, my own true love;

I am going far away

I am bound for California,

But I know that I'll return someday

CHORUS So fare thee well, my own true love,

And when I return, united we will be

It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me,

But, my darling, when I think of thee

I have shipped on a Yankee sailing ship;

Davy Crockett is her name

And Burgess is the captain of her,

And they say she is a floating hell

CHORUS

Oh, the sun is on the harbour, love,

And I wish I could remain,

For I know it will be some long time

Before I see you again

CHORUS

0024 THERE IS A TAVERN IN THE TOWN

There is a tavern in the town, in the town, in the town,

And there my true love sits him down, sitg him down,

And drinks his wine as ~ never thinks of me

Fare-thee-well for I must leave thee, Do not let this parting grieve thee,

And remember that the best of friends must part, must part,

Adieu, Adieu, kind friends Adieu, Adieu, I can no longer stay with you, stay

with you,

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I'll hang my heart on the weeping willow tree, And may the world go well with

thee

0024 PACK UP YOUR TROUBLES

Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and smile, smile, smile,

While you've a lucifer to light your fag, smile boys thats the style,

What's the use of worrying, it never was worth while,

So, pack up your troubles in your old kit bag, and smile, smile, smile

0024 DON'T DILLY DALLY ON THE WAY

My old man siad follow the van, but don't dilly dally on the way,

Off went the cart with me home packed in it, I walked behind with me old cock

linet

But I dillied and dallied, Dallied and dillied, lost the van and don't know

where to to roam,

I stopped on the way to have the old half quartern, and I can't find my way

home

0026 RULE BRITANNIA

Rule Britannia, Britannia rules the way, Britians never', never, never will be

slaves

0026 LOVELY BUNCH OF COCONUTS

I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts, there they are all standing in a ro'4,

Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head,

Give them a flick, a twist of the wrist, thats what the showman said

I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts, every ball you throw will make you rich,

There stands my wife, the idol of my life, Singing a roll a roll a ball a penny

a pitch

Roll a roll a ball a penny a pitch, Roll a roll a ball a penny a pitch,

Roll a roll a ball, Roll a roll a ball,

Singing roll a roll a ball a penny a pitch

0026 SHIP AHOY!

All the nice girls love a sailor,

All the nice girls love a tar,

For there's something about a sailor,

Well you know what sailors are

Bright and breezy, free and easy,

He's the ladies' pride and joy,

Falls in love with Kate and Jane,

Then he's off to sea again,

Ship Ahoy!, Ship Ahoy

0029 YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey, You'll never know dear, how much I love you, Please don't take my sunshine away

The other night dear, as I lay sleeping1 I dreamt that you were by my side

When I awoke dear, I was mistaken, So I held my head and cried

0030 IF YOU KNEW SUSIE

If you knew Susie, like I know Susie, Oh! Oh! Oh! what a gal,

There's none so classy as that fair lassy, Oh! Oh! Holy Moses, what a chassis

We went riding, she wouldn't talk, Back from Yonker, I'm the one who had to

walk,

If you knew Susie, like I know Susie, Oh! Oh! what a gal

0031 ROLL OUT THE BARREL

Roll out the Barrel, We'll have a barrel of fun,

Roll out the Barrel, We've got the blues on the run,

Zing-boom -to-rar-rel, Ring out a song of good cheer,

Now's the time to roll the barrel, cause the gangs all here

0032 BILLY OF TEA

Cho You can talk of your whisky, talk of your beer

There's something much nicer that's waiting us her

It sits on the fire, beneath the gum tree

There's nothing much nicer than a billy of tea

So fill up your tumbler as high as you can

And don't you dare tell me its not the best plan

You can let all your beer and your spirits go free

I'll stick to my darling old billy of tea

I rise in the morning as soon as it's light

And go to the nosebag to see it's alright

That the ants on the sugar no morgage have got

And straight away sling my old black billy pot

And while it is boiling the horses I seek

And follow them down as far as the creek

I take off their hobbles and let them run free

Then haste to tuck into my billy of tea

And at night when I camp, if the day has been warm

I give to my horses their tucker of corn

From the two in the pole to the one in the lead

A billy for each holds a comfortable feed

Then the fire I make and the water I get

And corned beef and damper, in order, I set

But I don't touch the grub, though so hungry I be

I wait till it's ready - the billy of tea

SOUTH WIND

South wind of the gentle rain, you banish winter weather

Bring salmon to the pool again, the bees among the heather

If northward now you mean to blow, as you rustle soft above me

God speed be with you as you go and a kiss for those that love me

From south I come with velvet breeze, my word all nature blesses,

I melt the snow and strew the leaves with flowers and warm caresses;

I'll help you to dispel your woes, with joy I'll take your greeting

And bear it to your loved Mayo upon my wings so fleeting

Ny Connaught, famed for wine and play, so leal, so gay, so loving

Here's my fond kiss I send today borne on the wind in its roving

Those Munster folk are good and kind, right royally they treat me

But this land I'd gladly leave behind, with your Connaught pipes to greet me

Recorded by Archie Fisher. He credits it to Donal O'Sullivan. Redpath, who also

recorded it, calls it trad. SD, BW

0035 ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS

Believe me if all those endearing young charms

I gave oh so fondly today

Were to change by tomorrow and fleet in my arms

Like fairy gifts fading away

Thou wouldst still be adored

As this moment thou art And around each ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still

It is not while beauty and youth are thine own

And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear

That the fervor and faith of a soul can be known

To which time will but make thee more dear

Oh the heart that has truly loved never forgets

But as truly loves on to the close

As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets

The same look that she gave when he rose

Adapted from an 1808 tune,'My lodgings in the Cold Cold ground' by Thomas Moore,

0037 AFTER THE BALL

COMPOSER:(Charles K. Harris)

A little maiden climbed an old man's knee

Begged for a story, "Do, uncle, please!"

Why are you single? Why live alone?

Have you no babies? Have you no home?"

"I had a sweetheart, years, years ago

Where she is now, pet, you will soon know

List to the story, I'll tell it allI believ'd her faithless, after the ball."

cho: After the ball is over,

After the break of morn,

After the dancers' leaving

After the stars are gone;

Many a heart is aching

If you could read them all

Many the hopes that have vanished

After the ball

Bright lights were flashing in the grand ballroom

Softly the music playing sweet tunes;

There came my sweetheart, my love, my own,

"I wish some water, leave me alone."

When I returned, dear, there stood a man

Kissing my sweetheart, as lovers can

Down fell the glass, pet, broken, that's all

Just as my heart was, after the ball

Long years have passed, child, I've never wed

True to my lost love, though she is dead

She tried to tell me, tried to explain

I would not listen, pleadings were vain

One day a letter came from that man,

He was her brother, the letter ran;

That's why I'm lonely, no home at all

I broke her heart, pet, after the ball

0037 WHEN I GROW TOO OLD TO DREAM

We have been gay, going our way

Life has been beautiful, we have been young

After you've gone, life will go on

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Like an old song we have sung

When I grow too old to dream

I'll have you to remember

When I grow too old to dream

Your love will live in my heart

So, kiss me my sweet

And so let us part And when I grow too old to dream

That kiss will live in my heart

And when I grow too old to dream

Your love will live in my heart - words by Oscar Hammerstein II, music by Sigmund Romberg

0037 LET ME CALL YOU SWEETHEART

Let me call you sweetheart, I'm in love with you

Let me hear you whisper that you love me too

Keep the lovelight glowing in your eyes so true

Let me call you sweetheart, I'm in love with you

(c) Harold Rossiter Music Co

0038 PLAISIR D'AMOUR

The joys of love are but a moment long

The pain of love endures the whole life long

Your eyes kissed mine, I saw the love in them shine

You brought me heaven right there when your eyes kissed mine

My love loves me, a world of wonder I see

A rainbow shines thru my window; my love loves me

And now he's gone like a dream that fades in the dawn

But the words stay locked in my heartstrings; my love loves me

Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'on moment

Chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie

J'ai toute quitte pour l'ingrate Sylvie

Elle me quit et me prend un autre amour

Tant qur cette eau coutera doucement

Vera a ruisseau qui bord la prairie

Je t'amerai, me repetait Sylvie

Mais l'eau coute encore elle a change portant

recorded by Joan Baez

0038 PLAISIR D'AMOUR

The joys of love are but a moment long

The pain of love endures the whole life long

Your eyes kissed mine, I saw the love in them shine

You brought me heaven right there when your eyes kissed mine

My love loves me, a world of wonder I see

A rainbow shines thru my window; my love loves me

And now he's gone like a dream that fades in the dawn

But the words stay locked in my heartstrings; my love loves me

Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'on moment

Chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie

J'ai toute quitte pour l'ingrate Sylvie

Elle me quit et me prend un autre amour

Tant qur cette eau coutera doucement

Vera a ruisseau qui bord la prairie

Je t'amerai, me repetait Sylvie

Mais l'eau coute encore elle a change portant

recorded by Joan Baez

0039 THE SKYE BOAT SONG

Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing, Onward, the sailors cry

Carry the lad that's born to be king over the sea to Skye

Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar, Thunderclaps rend the air, Baffled,

our foes

stand by the shore, Follow they will not dare

Chorus: Speed bonnie boat like a bird etc

Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep, Ocean's a royal bed

Rock'd in the deep Flora will keep watch o'er your weary head

Chorus: Speed bonnie boat like a bird etc

Burned are our homes, exile and death, Scattered the loyal man

Yet ere the sword, cool in the sheath, Charlie will come again

Chorus: Speed bonnie boat like a bird etc

(The Skye Boat Song) Commemorating his escape from these shores when Flora

Macdonald took Bonnie Prince Charlie, disguised as a serving. maid, from Uist to

Skye in a small boat. Flora is buried at Kilmuir on Skye. Prince Charlie near

Rome where he was born

0041 TENNESSEE WALTZ

I was dancing with my darling to the Tennessee Waltz,

When an old friend I happened to see

Introduced him to my loved one,

And while they were waltzing,

My friend stole my sweetheart from me

I remember the night and the Tennessee Waltz

Now I know just how much I have lost Yes, I lost my little darlin' The night they were playin' That beautiful Tennessee Waltz

0042 SWEET ROSY O'GRADY (MAUDE NUGENT)

Down around the corner of the street where I reside,

There lives the cutest little girl that I have ever spied

Her name is Rose O' Grady and I don't mind telling you

That she's the sweetest little rose this garden ever grew

cho: Sweet Rosie O' Grady,

My dear little Rose

She's my steady lady,

Most ev 'ryone knows;

And when we are married,

How happy we'll be;

I love Sweet Rosie O' Grady and

Rosie O' Grady loves me

I never shall forget the day she promised to be mine

As we sat telling love-tales in the goldedn summertime

'Twas on her finger then I placd a small engagement ring

While in the trees, the little birds, this song they seemed to sing:

COMPOSER:Copyright 1896 SOURCE:Digitrad

0048 I BELONG TO GLASGOW

I've been wi' a couple o' cronies,

One or two pals o' my ain;

We went in a hotel, and we did very well,

And then we came out once again;

Then we went into anither,

And that is the reason I'm fu';

We had six deoch-an-doruses, then sang a chorus,

Just listen, I'll sing it to you:

I belong to Glasgow,

Dear old Glasgow town;

But what's the matter wi' Glasgow,

For it's goin' roun' and roun'!

I'm only a common old working chap,

As anyone here can see,

But when I get a couple o' drinks on a Saturday,

Glasgow belongs to me!

There's nothing in keeping your money,

And saving a shilling or two;

If you've nothing to spend, then you've nothing to lend,

Why that's all the better for you;

There no harm in taking a drappie,

It ends all your trouble and strife;

It gives ye the feeling that when you get home,

You don't give a hang for the wife!

CHO: I belong to Glasgow, etc

0049 DOWN AT THE OLD BULL 'N' BUSH

Come, Come, Come.,: and make eyes at me, down at the old Bull'n'Bush,

Come, Come, Come, drink some port wine with me, Down at the old Bull'n'Bush

Hear the little German band, tra-la-la-la-la-la-la, Just let me hold your hand

dear,

Do, do, come and have a drink or two, Down at the old Bull'n'Bush

0069 EDELWEISS

(Richard Rogers, Oscar Hammerstein Jr.)Copyright Richard Rogers, Oscar

Hammerstein Jr. Source: Digitrad

Edelweiss, Edelweiss, every morning you greet me,

small and white, clean and bright, you look happy to meet me

Blossom of snow, may you bloom and grow,

bloom and grow forever

Edelweiss, Edelweiss, bless my homeland forever

Many times, people ask me for the ""real"" version in German

I haven't seen a German translation that totally satisfies me, but here's one:

Edelweiss, Edelweiss,

Jeden Morgen mich gruessen

Klein und weiss, rein und weiss,

Du siehst mir aus so froehlich

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Blume von weiss wie du wachs und blum,

Wachs und blum fuer ewig

Edelweiss, Edelweiss, Meine Heimat gesegnet

0070 WHEN IRISH EYES ARE SMILING

When Irish eyes are smiling

Sure it's like a morning spring

In the lilt of Irish laughter,

You can hear the angels sing

When Irish hearts are happy, All the world seems bright and gay

And when Irish eyes are smiling,

Sure, they steal your heart away

0087 AMAZING GRACE

Amazing grace how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me

I once was lost but now I'm found was blind but now I see

'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear and grace my fear relieved

How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed

Through many dangers, toils and snares We have already come

'Twas grace that brought us safe thus far and grace will lead us home

When we've been there ten thousand years Bright shining as the sun

We've no less days to sing God's praise than when we first begun

(Amazing Grace) The music of this song is an old pipe tune to which modern

Words have given new impetus. !t is easy to imagine the joyful return of battle.

worn warriors to the skirl of the pipes.

0106 CLICK GO THE SHEARS

cho: Click go the shears, boys, click, click, click,

Wide is his blow and his hands move quick,

The ringer looks around as he's beaten by a blow

And curses the old swagger with the blue-bellied Joe

Out on the boards the old shearer stands,

Clasping his shears in his thin bony hands,

Fixed is his eyes on a blue-bellied Joe

Glory, if he gets her, won't he make the ringer go!

The tar boy is there, and he's in great demand

With his blackened tar-pot in his tarry hand:

He sees one old sheep with a cut upon its back

This is what he's waiting for, it's "Tar here, Jack!"

The tune is Ring the Bell Watchman, written by HC Work (1832-1884). Words here

are an Australian parody

0106 DROVER'S DREAM

One night when travelling sheep, my companions lay asleep

There was not a star to illuminate the sky

I was dreaming, I suppose, for my eyes were nearly closed

When a very strange procession passed me by

First there came a kangaroo, with his swag of blankets blue

A dingo ran beside him for a mate

They were travelling mighty fast, and they shouted as they passed

"We'll have to jog along, it's getting late'"

The pelican and the crane, they came in from off the plain

To amuse the company with a Highland Fling

The dear old bandicoot played a tune upon his flute

And the native bears sat round them in a ring

The drongo and the crow sang us songs of long ago

While the frill-necked lizard listened with a smile

And the emu standing near with his claw up to his ear

Said, "Funniest thing I've heard for quite a while'"

The frogs from out the swamp, where the atmosphere is damp

Came bounding in and sat upon the stones

They each unrolled their swags and produced from out their bags

The violin, the banjo and the bones

The goanna and the snake, and the adder wide awake

With the alligator danced "The Soldier's Joy"

In the spreading silky oak the jackass cracked a joke

And the magpie sang "The Wild Colonial Boy"

Some brolgas darted out from the tea-tree all about

And performed a set of Lancers very well

Then the parrot green and blue gave the orchestra its cue

To strike up "The Old Log Cabin in the Dell."

I was dreaming, I suppose, of these entertaining shows

But it never crossed my mind I was asleep

Till the Boss beneath the cart woke me up with such a start

Yelling, "Dreamy, where the hell are all the sheep?"

Notes There are many variants of this very popular song which has been collected

form Darwin in the north down to Victoria. This version was printed in John

Manifold's Penguin Australian Song Book

0116 BROWN JUG POLKA

Also called Little Brown Jug (which is the name of the popular song), Heel and

Toe Polka

0015, 106 WALTZING MATILDA

(Banjo Patterson)

Once a jolly swagman sat beside the billabong,

Under the shade of a coulibah tree,

And he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong

You'll come a waltzing matilda with me

Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda

You'll come a waltzing matilda with me

And he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong

You'll come a waltzing matilda with me

Down came a jumbuck to drink beside the billabong

Up jumped the swagman and seized him with glee

And he sang as he tucked jumbuck in his tuckerbag

Down came the stockman, riding on his thoroughbred,

Down came the troopers, one, two, three

"Where's the jolly jumbuck you've got in your tuckerbag?

Up jumped the swagman and plunged into the billabong,

And he sang as he tucked jumbuck in his tuckerbag

Down came the stockman, riding on his thoroughbred,

Down came the troopers, one, two, three

"Where's the jolly jumbuck you've got in your tuckerbag?

Up jumped the swagman and plunged into the billabong,

"You'll never catch me alive," cried he

And his ghost may be heard as you ride beside the billabong,

Nineteenth century Australian bush song

0134 WHAT SHALL WE DO WITH THE DRUNKEN SAILOR

CHO: WAY HAY AND UP SHE RISES

WAY HAY AND UP SHE RISES (PATENT BLOCKS O ' DIFF 'RENT SIZES)

WAY HAY AND UP SHE RISES

EARL-EYE IN THE MORNING

WHAT SHALL WE DO WITH A DRUNKEN SAILOR (3X)

EARL-EYE IN THE MORNING !

PUT HIM IN A LONG -BOAT TILL HE'S SOBER

KEEP HIM THERE AND MAKE 'IM BALE 'ER.

TRICE HIM UP IN A RUNNIN' BOWLINE.

TIE HIM TO THE TASFFRAIL WHEN SHE'S YARD-ARM UNDER.

PUT HIM IN THE SCUPPERS WITH A HOSE-PIPE ON HIM.

TAKE 'IM AND SHAKE 'IM AND TRY AN' WAKE 'IM.

GIVE 'IM A DOSE OF SALT AND WATER.

GIVE 'IM A TASTE OF THE BOSUN'S ROPE-END.

STICK ON 'IS BACK A MUSTARD PLASTER.

SOAK 'IM IN OIL TILL HE SPROUTS A FLIPPER.

SHAVE HIS BELLY WITH A RUSTY RAZOR.

PUT HIM IN THE GUARD ROOM TILL HE GETS SOBER.

NOTE: STAMP-AND-GO SHANTY

0139 BATTLE OF JERICHO

CHO: JOSHUA FOUGHT THE BATTLE OF JERICHO

JERICHO, JERICHO,

JOSHUA FOUGHT THE BATTLE OF JERICHO ,

AND THE WALLS COME TUMBLIN' DOWN.

YOU MAY TALK ABOUT YOUR KINGS OF GIDEON,

YOU MAY TALK ABOUT YOUR MEN OF SAUL,

BUT THERE 'S NONE LIKE GOOD OLD JOSHUA

AT THE BATTLE OF JERICHO.

CHORUS

RIGHT UP TO THE WALLS OF JERICHO

THEY MARCHED WITH SPEAR IN HAND,

GO BLOW THEM RAM HORNS, JOSHUA CRIED

CAUSE THE BATTLE IS IN MY HAND.

CHORUS

THEN THE LAMB, RAM, SHEEP HORNS BEGIN TO BLOW

AND THE TRUMPETS BEGIN TO SOUND

JOSHUA'S TOLD THE CHILDREN TO SHOUT THAT MORNIN'

AND THE WALLS COME TUMBLIN' DOWN.

CHORUS

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0140 NO HIDING PLACE DOWN THERE

There's no hiding place down here

There's no hiding place down here

Oh I ran to the rock to hide my face

The rock cried out, ""No hiding place""

No hiding place down here.

The rock cried out, ""I'm burning, too."" [2x] Oh the rock cried out, ""I'm burning, too

I want to go to Heaven the same as you.""

There's no hiding place down here.

Sinner man he stumbled and he fell [2x]

Oh, the sinner man stumbled and he fell

Wanted to go to Heaven but he had to go to ... Well,

There's no hiding place down here.

From the Folksinger's Wordbook:

`640 Cindy

You ought to see my Cindy

She lives away down south

She's so sweet that honeybees

Swarm about her mouth.

cho: Get along home, Cindy Cindy

Get along home.

Get along home, Cindy Cindy

I'll marry you some day. (I'm a-gonna leave you now)

Cindy in the summertime

Cindy in the fall

If I can't hav e Cindy all the time

Have no one at all.

Cindy is a pretty girl

Cindy is a peach;

Threw her arms around my neck

Hung on like a leach.

Cindy got religion,

Tell you what she done:

Walked up to the minister

Chawed her chewin' gum.

Cindy got religion,

She had it once before

When she heered my old banjo

She's the first one on the floor.

Cindy got religion

She really went to town;

Got so full of glory, Lord,

Shook her stockin's down.

If I had a pretty gal

I'd put her on a shelf;

Ev'ry time she smiled at me,

I'd jump right up myself.

Cindy had one blue eye

She also had one brown

One eye looked in the country

The other one looked in town

Wish I was an apple

Hangin on a tree

An' every time my Cindy passed

She'd take a bite o' me

Wish I had a needle and thread

Wish that I could sew

I'd sew that gal to my coat tails

And down the road we'd go

alt chorus:

Git along home, Cindy

Git along home to stay

Git along home, Cindy

One more night 'n' day

alt cho: It's kiss me, gal

Kiss me once again.

Oh, it's kiss me, gal

All night long.

Note: a typical banjo tune structure: good tune, good chorus and

a bunch of floaters. RG

0265 LILLIBURLERO

K:CHo brother Teague, dost hear de deeree?

Lilli burlero, bullen a la

Dat we shall have a new deputie,

Lilli burlero, bullen a la

cho: Lero, lero, lilli burlero,

Lilli burlero, bullen a la

Lero lero, lero lero,

Lilli burlero, bullen a la

Ho, by my Soul, it is a Talbot;

And he will cut all de English throat,

Though by my soul, de English do prate,

De law's on dere side and de divil knows what,

But if Dispense do come from de Pope,

We'll hang Magna Carta and demselves on a rope.

And de good Talbot is now made a Lord,

And with his brave lads he's coming aboard

Who all In France have taken a swear,

Dat day will have no Protestant heir

O but why does he stay behind?

Ho, by my soul, 'tis a Protestant wind,

Now that Tyrconnel is come ashore,

And we shall have Commissions galore

And he dat will not go to de Mass,

Shall be turned out and look like an ass,

Now, now de hereticks all will go down,

By Christ and St. Patrick's the nation's our own

Dere was an old prophecy found in a bog,

Dat our land would be ruled by an ass and a dog

So now dis old prophecy's coming to pass,

For James is de dog and Tyrconnel's de ass

Note: This immensely catchy tune first turned up in 1641 in Ulster. In 1688,

King James II designated Colonel Richard Talbot, a Catholic, as Earl of Tyrconnel

and sent him to Ireland as Lord Lieutenant. This enraged the English and Irish

Protestants, who took up this song-"For James is de dog and Tyrconnel's de ass"-as

their protest. It's been claimed that this tune "whistled James from the throne of

England." A nice, if apocryphal, line. RG Tune also called "The Protestant Boys"

0279 DROPS OF BRANDY

Popular in Nelson's navy, it is the tune used for several Australian songs by

Charles Thatcher around 1860

0287 QUAKER'S WIFE

Also called Merrily Danced (or Kissed) the Quaker's Wife

The Quaker's wife sat doun to bake

Wi a' her bairns aboot her;

She baked them every yin a cake,

And the miller he wants his mouter

Sugar and spice and a' things nice

And a' things verra guid in it,

And then the miller sat doun to play

A tune upon the spinet

Merrily danced the Quaker's wife,

And merrily danced the Quaker

Merrily danced the Quaker's wife,

And merrily danced the Quaker

NAE (1932), 20 [= Montgomerie SNR (1946), 94 (no. 115)], + music; ODNR 358 (no.

432). Halliwell NRE (1842), 143 (no. cclxvi) (= st. 1); Rymour Club Miscellany

II (1912- 19), 135: The Quaker's wife sat doon to bake, Wi' a' her bairns

aboot her; And ilk yin got a farl cake, And that was the miller's mooter.Chambers

Scottish Songs (1829), 668, from the Mansfield (St Clair) MS. of c. 1780 [not in

Miller's ed., 1935]: The quaker's wife sat down to bake,/ And a' her bairns about

her;/ Ilk ane got their quarter cake,/ The millergot his mou'ter./ Merrily,

merrily, merrily, merrily,/Merrily danced the quaker's wife,/ And merrily danced

the quakers."The Baker's Wife" is in Mason, Nursery Rhymes and Country Songs,

1877, and 2nd ed., 1908-9.With 2.1 cf. the ingredients of little girls, in the

Englishrhyme (ODNR 100, no. 76), first found in Halliwell, 1844.The tune is in

Dick, Songs [1903] 39; and note, 364. Previously in Gillespie MS. (1768), no. 213;

Bremner, Reels (1759), 53; Oswald, Pocket Companion for the Guittar (c.1755) [So

merrily danc'd the Quaker]

Words to tune are legion: Nine Inch Will Please a Lady (in

MMC), Thine am I, my Faithful Fair (Burns), The Maid of Arran (Watt), MacPherson

the Drover, The Reformer, etc. In the present collection, see "Whaur are ye gaun,

my bonny wee lass?"

0288 TURKEY IN THE STRAW

As I was a-gwine down the road,

Tired team and a heavy load,

Crack my whip and the leader sprung,

l seys day -day to the wagon tongue

Turkey in the straw, turkey in the hay, Turkey in the straw, turkey in the hay

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Roll 'em up and twist 'em up a high tuckahaw

And twist 'em up a tune called Turkey in the Straw

Went out to milk, and I didn't know how,

I milked the goat instead of the cow

A monkey sittin' on a pile of straw,

A-winkin' at his mother-in-law

Met Mr. Catfish comin' down stream

Says Mr. Catfish, "What does you mean?"

Caught Mr. Catfish by the snout,

And turned Mr. Catfish wrong side out

Came to a river and I couldn't get across,

Paid five dollars for a blind old hoss;

Wouldn't go ahead, nor he wouldn't stand still,

So he went up and down like an old saw mill

As I came down the new cut road,

Met Mr. Bullfrog, met Miss Toad

And every time Miss Toad would sing,

Old Bullfrog cut a pigeon wing

Oh I jumped in the seat and I gave a little yell

The horses ran away, broke the wagon all to hell

Sugar in the gourd and honey in the horn

I never been so happy since the day I was born

Originally British, this tune was adopted by the US when published there as a

song by this name in 1861

0305 DAISY, DAISY

Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do, I'm half crazy oh! for the love of you

It won't be a horseless carriage, I can't afford a marriage,

But you'll look sweet upon the seat of a bicycle built for two

0305 IF YOU'RE IRISH COME INTO THE PARLOR

In sweet Lim'rick Town, they say,

Lived a chap named Patrick John MoIIoy

Once he sailed to U.S.A

His luck in foreign parts he thought he'd try

Now he's made his name, and is a wealthy man,

He put a bit away for a rainy day; So if you gaze upon

The house of Patrick John,

You'll find a notice that goes on to say:

Chorus: If you're Irish come into the parlour,

There's a welcome there for you;

If your name is Timothy or Pat,

So long as you come from Ireland,

There's a welcome on the mat,

If You come from the Mountains of Mourne,

Or Killarney's lakes so blue,

We'll sing you a song and we'll make a fuss,

Whoever you are you are one of us,

If you're Irish, this is the place for you!

Patrick loved the girl he wed,

But he could not stand his Ma-n-aw, Once with joy he turned quite red,

When she got into trouble thro' her jaw

Six police they had to take her to the Court,

She was informed a month she would have to do,

So Patrick quickly wrote

Up to the Judge a note

Explaining, "Sir, I'm much obliged to you!"

0305 OH JOHNNY, OH JOHNNY, OH!

Oh, Johnny! Oh, Johnny!

How you can love!

Oh, Johnny! Oh, Johnny!

Heavens above!

You make my sad heart jump with joy,

And when you're near I just Can't sit still a minute

I'm so, Oh, Johnny! Oh, Johnny!

Please tell me dear

What makes me love you so?

You're not handsom, it's true,

But whan I look at you,

I just, Oh, Johnny!

Oh, Johnny! Oh!

From: Gloria "Montcomags" <[email protected]>Orrin Tucker

Words by Ed Rose and music by Abe Olman An ASCAP top seller in 1917 and in the

1940s with revivals by the Andrew Sisters and Glenn Miller Introduced by Henry

Lewis as a novelty in "Follow Me" (1917) and quickly adopted by Nora Bayes and

Sophie Tucker

0305 WHEN THE RED, RED ROBIN

When the red red robin comes bob bob bobbin along along

There'll be no more sobbin when he starts throbbin his own sweet song

Wake up wake up you sleepy head

Get up Getup get out of bed

Cheer up cheer up the sun is red

Live love laugh and be happy

What if I've been blue now I'm walkin thru fields of flowers

The rain may glisten but still I listen for hours and hours

I'm just a kid again doing what I did again singin a song

When the red red robin comes bobbin bobbin along

0305 FORTY TWO POUND FLOAT

Also called Forty pound cheque/note etc

0305 THE RAKES OF MALLOW

Beauing, belleing, dancing, drinking,

Breaking windows, cursing, sinking

Ever raking, never thinking,

Live the Rakes of Mallow;

Spending faster than it comes,

Beating waiters bailiffs, duns,

Bacchus' true begotten sons,

Live the Rakes of Mallow

One time naught but claret drinking,

Then like politicians, thinking

To raise the "sinking funds" when sinking

Live the Rakes of Mallow

When at home, with da-da dying,

Still for mellow water crying;

But, where there's good claret plying

Live the Rakes of Mallow

Racking tenants, stewards teasing,

Swiftly spending, slowly raising,

Wishing to spend all their days in

Raking as at Mallow

Then to end this raking life,

They get sober, take a wife,

Ever after live in strife,

And wish again for Mallow

Also called Walls of Limerick, Mallow Fling Balls Up(Austr)

British 18th Century tune, words by A.R.Body

0305 BOBBIE SHAFTO(E)

Northumbria children's song

Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea,

Siller buckles on his knee,

He'll come back and marry me,

Bonnie Bobbie Shafto

Bobbie Shafto's fat and fair,

Combing down his yellow hair;

He's my love for evermair,

Bonnie Bobby Shafto

Nicht at Eenie (1932), 12, with music; Montgomerie SNR (1946), 90 (no.

112). This is a Northern song, shared by both sides of the border; but

originally English. See ODNR 90; Cuthbert Sharp, Bishoprick Garland (1834),

[54], and tune, [85], from Topliff; Tyneside Songs (1891), 2; Bell RNB

(1812), 283. [With music in Bruce & Stokoe (1882), 115]:

Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea,

With silver buckles on his knee;

He'll come back and marry me,

Bonny Bobby Shaftoe

Bobby Shaftoe's bright and fair,

Combing down his yellow hair,

He's ma' ain for ever mair,

Bonny Bobby Shaftoe

Bobby Shaftoe's getten a bairn,

For to dandle in his airm;

In his airm, and on his knee,

Bobby Shaftoe loves me

0305 RED APPLE JUICE

Well I ain't got no use for your red apple juice.

Ain't got no honey baby now.

Ain't got no honey baby now.

Ain't got no use for your red rocking chair

Ain't got no honey baby there. (2X)

It's who'll rock the cradle, and who'll sing a song,

And it's who'll be your honey when I'm gone? (2X)

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Done all I do to try to live with you,

Send you back to your mama next payday (2X)

Recorded by the GPs

From Hally Wood

0305 PUTTING ON THE STYLE

Young man in a carriage, driving like he's mad

With a team of horses, he's borrowed from his dad

He cracks his whip so lively, just to see his lady's smile

But she knows he's only putting on the style

Putting on the agony, putting on the style

That's what all the young folks are doing all the while

And as I look around me, I'm very apt to smile

To see so many people putting on the style

Sweet sixteen, she goes to church, just to see the boys

She laughs and she giggles at every little noise

She turns this way a little, she turns that way a while

But everybody knows she's only putting on the style

Young man in a restaurant smokes a dirty pipe

Looking like a pumpkin that's only halfway ripe

Smoking, drinking, chewing, and thinking all the way

There is nothing equal to putting on the style

Preacher in the pulpit shouting with all his might

Glory Hallelujah, puts the people in a fright

You might think that Satan's coming up the aisle

But it's only preacher putting on the style

Young man just back from college makes a big display

With a great big jawbreak that he can hardly say

It can't be found in Webster, and won't be for a while

But everybody knows he's only putting on the style

Doctor comes to see you, just to hold your hand

Feeds you pills and medicines and tells you you'll feel grand

And all the times he's talking, he wears a great big smile

Thinks he'll make a lot of money putting on the style

sung by Chad Mitchell Trio

0317 JOHN BROWN'S BODY

John Brown's body lies a-molderin' in the grave (3x)

But his soul goes marching on

Glory, glory hallelujah (3x)

His soul goes marching on

He captured Harper's Ferry with his nineteen men so true

He frightened old Virginia 'til she trembled through and through

They hanged him for a traitor, themselves the traitor's crew

His soul goes marching on

The stars above in Heaven are a-lookin' kindly down (3x)

On the grave of old John Brown

He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord (3x)

His soul goes marching on

0024, 305 IT'S A LONG, LONG WAY TO TIPPERARY

Up to mighty London came an Irishman one day,

As the streets are paved with gold, sure ev'ryone was gay;

Singing songs of Piccadilly, Strand and Leicester Square,

Till Paddy got excited, then he shouted to them there:

Chorus:"lt's a long way to Tipperary,

It's a long way to go;

It's a long way to Tipperary,

To the sweetest girl I know!

Good-ye, Piccadilly! Farewell, Leicester Square!

It's a long, long way to Tipperary,

But my heart's right there! "

Paddy wrote a letter to his Irish Molly O,

Saying, "Should you not receive it,

Write and let me know!

If I make mistakes in spelling, Molly dear," said he

" Remember it's the pen that's bad,

Don't lay the blame on me."

Molly wrote a neat reply to Irish Paddy O

Saying. "Mike Mahoney wants to marry me, and so

Leave the Strand and Piccadilly, or you'll be to blame

For love has fairly drove me silly, hoping you're the same!"

Chorus

0369 MANCHESTER GALOP

Also called Murray River, Bocca Schottische

The tune for the dance of this name

0379 THE BRITISH GRENADIERS

Some talk of Alexander, and some of Hercules

Of Hector and Lysander, and such great names as these

But of all the world's great heroes, there's none that can compare

With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, to the British Grenadier

(last 2 lines of each verse can be repeated as chorus.)

Those heroes of antiquity ne'er saw a cannon ball

Or knew the force of poweder to slay their foes withal

But our brave boys do know it, and banish all their fears,

Sing tow, row, row, row, row, row, for the British Grenadier

Whene'er we are commanded to storm the palisades

Our leaders march with fusees, and we with hand grenades

We throw them from the glacis, about the enemies' ears

Sing tow, row, row, row, row, row, the British Grenadiers

And when the siege is over, we to the town repair

The townsmen cry, "Hurra, boys, here comes a Grenadier!

Here come the Grenadiers, my boys, who know no doubts or fears!

Then sing tow, row, row, row, row, row, the British Grenadiers

Then let us fill a bumper, and drink a health to those

Who carry caps and pouches, and wear the louped clothes

May they and their commanders live happy all their years

With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, for the British Grenadiers

From Popular Music of the Olden Times, ChappellNote: Chappelle thought it's

Elizabethan, but he wasn't sure. It was popular at least in the early 18th

Century. RGEnglish

0381 MEN OF HARLECH

Men of Harlech in the hollow, do you hear like rushing billow

Wave on wave that surging fellow battle's distant sound

'Tis the tramp of Saxon foemen, Saxon spearmen, Saxon bowmen

Be they knights or hinds or yeomen, they shall bite the ground

Loose the folds asunder, flag we conquer under

The placid sky, now calm on high shall launch its bolts of thunder

Onward, 'tis our country needs us, he is bravest, he who leads us

Honor's self now proudly heeds us: Freedom, God, and Right

Rocky steeps and passes narrow flash with spear and flight of arrow

Who would think of death or sorrow? Death is glory now

Hurl the reeling horsemen over, let the earth dead foemen cover

Fate of friend or wife or lover trembles on a blow

Strands of life are riven, blow for blow is given

In deadly lock or battle shock, and mercy shrieks to Heaven

Men of Harlech, young or hoary would you win a name in story

Strike for home, for life, for glory. Freedom, God, and Right

Welsh

0402 WEARING OF THE GREEN

"O Paddy dear, and did ye hear the news that's goin' round?

The shamrock is by law forbid to grow on Irish ground!

No more Saint Patrick's Day we'll keep, his color can't be seen

For there's a cruel law ag'in the Wearin' o' the Green."

I met with Napper Tandy, and he took me by the hand,

And he said, "How's poor ould Ireland, and how does she stand?"

"She's the most distressful country that ever yet was seen,

For they're hanging men and women there for the Wearin' o' the Green."

"So if the color we must wear be England's cruel red

Let it remind us of the blood that Irishmen have shed;

And pull the shamrock from your hat, and throw it on the sod

But never fear, 'twill take root there, though underfoot 'tis trod

When laws can stop the blades of grass from growin' as they grow

And when the leaves in summer-time their color dare not show,

Then I will change the color too I wear in my caubeen;

But till that day, please God, I'll stick to the Wearin' o' the Green."

Irish

0469 RED RIVER VALLEY

From this valley they say you are going

We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile

For they say you are taking the sunshine

That has brightened our path for a while

Come and sit by my side if you love me

Do not hasten to bid me adieu

But remember the Red River Valley

And the cowboy who loved you so true

Won't you think of the valley you're leaving

Oh how lonely, how sad it will be?

Oh think of the fond heart you're breaking

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And the grief you are causing to me

As you go to your home by the ocean

May you never forget those sweet hours

That we spent in the Red River Valley

And the love we exchanged mid the flowers

by James Kerrigen in 1896

0482 BANANA BOAT SONG

Hey Mr.Tally man, tally me banana

Daylight come and I wanna go home"

Daylight come and me want go home

Chop banana til the morning come

Daylight come..

Day-o, day -o

Daylight come..

Day-o, day -o

A beautiful bunch of ripe banana,

Daylight come..

Hide the deadly black tarantula,

Daylight come..

Day-o...etc

Come mister tally man, tally me banana,

Daylight come..

Come mister..

Daylingt come..

I pack up all me things and I go to sea,

Daylight come..

Then all these banana see the last of me

Daylight come..

Day-o...etc

Come mr. tallyman..."

note: this is, more or less, the version sung by Harry Bellafonte. There's

another one, song by the Tarriers; both were lifted from a Library of Congress

field recording (the Tarriers version combines two songs) RG

0484 JAMAICA FAREWELL

(Lord Burgess)Down the way where the nights are gay

And the sun shines gaily on the mountain top

I took a trip on a sailing ship

And when I reached Jamaica I made a stop

But I'm sad to say, I'm on my way

Won't be back for many a day

My heart is down, My head is turning around

I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town

Down at the market you can hear

Ladies cry out while on their heads they bear

Akee, rice, salt fish are nice

And the rum is fine any time of year

Sounds of laughter everywhere

And the dancing girls sway to and fro

I must declare my heart is there

Though I've been from Maine to Mexico

Recorded by Belafonte

copyright Lord Burgess

0486 BLUE MOON

Blue Moon, you saw me standing alone

Without a dream in my heart

Without a love of my own

Blue Moon, you knew just what I was there for

You heard me saying a prayer for

Someone I really could care for

And then there suddenly appeared before me

The only one my arms will ever hold

I heard somebody whisper, "Please adore me"

And when I looked, the moon had turned to gold

Blue Moon, now I'm no longer alone

Without a dream in my heart Without a love of my own

The Marcels - words by Lorenz Hart, music by Richard Rodgers

YOU! YOU! YOU!

(c) Zodiac Music Corp

You, you, you,

I'm in love with you, you, you,

I could be so true true true,

To someone like you, you, you

Do do do do what you ought to do,

Take me in your arms please do

Let me cling to you you you

We were meant for each other

Sure as heaven's above

We were meant for each other

Yo have to hold and to love,

You, you, you,

There's no one like you, you, you,

You could make my dreams come true

0490 OVER THE RAINBOW

Someplace where there isn't any trouble..

...do you suppose there is such a place, Toto?

There must be. It's not a place you can get to by a boat or a train

It's far, far away..

Behind the moon

Beyond the rain

Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high,

There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby

Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue,

And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true

Someday I'll wish upon a star

And wake up where the clouds are far behind me

Where troubles melt like lemon drops

Away above the chimney tops

That's where you'll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly,

Birds fly over the rainbow,

Why then, oh why can't I?

If happy little bluebirds fly

Beyond the rainbow,

Why oh why can't I?

Reprise Cut from the Movie

(Judy sang this reprise in the witch's castle)

Someday I'll wake and rub my eyes,

and in that land beyond the skies you'll find me

I'll be a laughing daffodil

and leave the silly cares that fill

my mind behind me

If happy little bluebirds fly

Beyond the rainbow,

Why oh why can't I?

Complete Lyrics from the Original Sheet Music

When all the world is a hopeless jumble

and the raindrops tumble all around,

Heaven opens a magic lane

When all the clouds darken up the skyway,

there's a rainbow highway to be found,

Leading from your window pane

To a place behind the sun,

Just a step beyond the rain

Somewhere over the rainbow way up high,

There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby,

Somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue,

And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true

Someday I'll wish upon a star

and wake up where the clouds are far behind me,

Where troubles melt like lemon drops,

away, above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly

Birds fly over the rainbow, why then, oh why can't I?

If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, why oh why can't I?

Judy Garland - as performed by Judy Garland in The Wizard of Oz, 1939

(pre-recorded October 7, 1938)- music by Harold Arlen, lyrics by E.Y. "Yip"

Harburg

0497 DOWN BY THE RIVERSIDE

Well I met my little bright-eyed doll, down by the riverside (3X)

Well I met my little bright-eyed doll, down by the riverside

She said have patience little man, I know you'll understand, I hardly know your

name

Well maybe some sweet day, if I can have my way, Your name and mine will be the

same

0498 BABY FACE

Baby face, you've got the cutest little baby face,

There's not another one could take your place, Baby face,

My poor heart is jumping, you sure have started something,

Baby Face, I'm up in heaven when I'm in your fond embrace,

I didn't need a shove, cause I just fell in love, with your little Baby Face

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0499 BYE BYE BLACKBIRD

Pack.up all my cares and woe, here I go, singing low "Bye, Bye Blackbird"

Where somebody waits for me, Sugars sweet, so is she, Bye, Bye Blackbird"

No one here can lov e and understand me, Oh! what hard luck stories they all han4

me

Make my bed and light the light, I'll arrive late to-night, Blackbird, Bye Bye

0512 THE PARTING GLASS

Oh all the money that e're I spent,

I spent it in good company

And all the harm that e're I've done

alas it was to none but me

And all I've done for want of wit To memory now I can't recall

So fill to me the parting glass,

Goodnight and joy be with you all,

Oh all the comrades that e're I had

Are sorry now I'm going away

And all the sweethearts that e're I had

Would wish me one more day to stay

But since it falls unto my lot

That I should rise and you should not

I'll gently rise and I'll softly call

Goodnight and joy be with you all

If I had money enough to spend,

And leisure time to sit awhile

There is a fair maid in this town,

That sorely has my heart beguiled

Her rosey cheeks and ruby lips,

I own she has my heart in thrall

Then fill me with the parting glass,

Good night and joy be with you all

The words to this song were provided to me by John J. Hillyer (JJHFFaol.com)

and

by Brian Reilly of the Reilly Clan (ClanReillyaol.com) that sings in the New

Haven, CT area

This is a slow sweet song usually sund at the end of the night

0518 ONWARD CHRISTIAN SOLDIERS

(Sabine Baring-Gould and Arthur Sullivan)

Onward Christian soldiers marching as to war

With the cross of Jesus going on before

Christ, the royal master leads against the foe

Forward into battle, see His banners go,

cho: Onward Christian soldiers marching as to war

With the cross of Jesus going on before

Like a mighty army, moves the Church of God

Brothers, we are treading where the Saints have trod;

We are not divided, all one body we,

One in hope and doctrine, one in charity

Crowns and thrones may perish, kingdoms rise and wane

But the Church of Jesus constant will remain,

Gates of Hell can never 'gainst the Church prevail

We have Christ's own promise, and that can never fail

Onward then, ye people, join our happy throng

Blend with ours your voices in the triumph song

Glory, laud and honor unto Christ the King

This, through countless ages, men and angels sing

Note: Yes, that's the same Arthur Sullivan as in Gilbert & RG

hymn

0519 THE BAND PLAYED WALTZING MATILDA

And how well I remember that terrible day,

How our blood stained the sand and the water

And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay

We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter

Johnny Turk, he was ready, he primed himself well

He showered us with bullets, and he rained us with shells,

And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell,

Nearly blew us back home to Australia

And those that were left, well we tried to survive

In that mad world of blood, death and fire

And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive

Though around me the corpses piled higher

Then a big Turkish shell knocked me ass over head

And when I awoke in me hospital bed

And saw what it had done, well I wished I was dead

Never knew there were worse things than dying

So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, and maimed,

And they shipped us back home to Australia

The legless, the armless, the blind and insane,

Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla

And when our ship pulled into Circular Quay

I looked at the place where me legs used to be

And I thank Christ there was no body waiting for me

To grieve, to mourn and to pity

So now every April I sit on me porch

And I watch the parade pass before me

And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march

Reviving old dreams and past glory,

And the old men march slowly, all bone stiff and sore

They're tired old heroes from a forgotten war

And the young people ask "What are they marching for?"

And I ask myself the same question

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda

Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?

And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the billibong

Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?

Copyright Larrikin Music, Ltd. Eric Bogle (Digitrad)

0521 ADVANCE AUSTRALIA FAIR

Australians all, let us rejoice, For we are young and free,

We've golden soil and wealth for toil, Our home is girt by sea;

Our land abounds in nature's gifts, Of beauty rich and rare;

In his t'ry's page, let ev'ry stage, Advance Australia fair,

In joyful strains then let us sing, Advance Australia fair

0525 KNEES UP MOTHER BROWN

Knees up Mother Brown, knees up Mother Brown,

Under the table you must go, ei ie, ei ie, ei ie, Oh!

If I catch you bending, I'll saw your legs right off,

Knees up Mother Brown, don't get the breeze up, Knees up Mother Brown

0532 THE MINSTREL BOY

(Thomas Moore (1779-1852))Air "the Moreen" Ancient Irish Air recorded by Clancy Bros on songs of Rebellion

The minstrel boy to the war is 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,

(Should) "Tho' all the world betrays thee,

One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,

One faithful harp shall praise thee!"

The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's steel

Could not bring that proud soul under;

The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again,

For he tore its chords asunder;

And said "No chains shall sully thee,

Thou soul of love and brav'ry!

Thy songs were made for the pure and free

They shall never sound in slavery!

0602 I NEVER WILL MARRY

SOURCE: Bob Pfeffer

[Laws #K17]

SOURCE'S SOURCE: The Weavers

D A7 D7 G

One morning I rambled down by the sea shore

G D A7 D

The wind it did whistle and the waters did roar

I heard some fair maiden give a pitiful cry

It sounded so lonesome, it swept off on high

CHORUS: I never will marry, I'll be no man's wife

I expect to live single all the days of my life

The shells in the ocean shall be my death-bed

While the fish in deep water swim over my head

She cast her fair body in the water so deep

And closed her pretty blue eyes forever to sleep

NOTE: Texas Gladden recorded this first, I think, on a Stinson

78. She sang it as 2-line couplets, with no formal chorus, and

had two extra couplets (after "It sounded so lonesome etc."

Said William to Molly, "If you will agree

To give your consent love, to marrying me."

"My mind is to marry, and never to part For the first time I saw you, you won my heart."

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Laws K17

0603 SHADY GROVE

Z:Southern banjo

Shady Grove

Shady grove my little love

Shady grove I say

Shady grove my little love

Bound for shady grove

Wish I was in shady grove

Sittin in a rockin chair

And if those blues would bother me

I'd rock away from there

Had a banjo made of gold

Every string would shine

The only song that it would play

Wish that girl was mine

When I was in shady grove

Heard them pretty birds sing

The next time I go to shady grove

Take along a diamond ring

When you go to catch a fish

Fish with a hook and line

When you go to court a girl

Never look behind

When I was a little boy

All I wanted was a knife

Now I am a great big boy

I'm lookin for a wife

0608 JACOB'S LADDER

l. We are climbing Jacob's ladder (3x)

Soldiers of the cross (brothers, sisters all)

2. Every round goes higher,higher

3. Sinners do you love your Jesus?

4. If you love him, why not serve him?

5. Rise, shine, give God the glory.

6. We are climbing higher, higher

New chorus by Pete Seeger, In Allen (et al) Slave Songs

of the US, l867, Pilgrims Hymnal, Friends Hymnal, and other

sources. WS

note: In the 1930's this was used as a union rallying song, with the

chorus, "Workers of the South"

From "Rise up singing" ed. Peter Blood-Patterson:

0609 FATHOM THE BOWL

From France we do get brandy, from Jamaica it's rum,

Sweet oranges and lemons from Portugal come;

But stout, ale and cider are England's control,

Bring me the punch ladle, we'll fathom the bowl.

cho: Fathom the bowl, fathom the bowl,

Bring me the punch ladle, we'll fathom the bowl.

My father he do lie in the depths of the sea,

No stone for his head, but no matter to he;

There's a clear crystal fountain near England do roll

Bring me etc.

cho:

My wife she do disturb me as I lay at my ease,

She'll do as she will and she'll say as she please;

My wife is the devil, she's black as the coal,

Bring me etc.

recorded by Cliff Haslam on Clockwinder

0613 LONG BLACK VEIL

(Danny Dill and Marijon Wilkin)

C

Ten years ago on a cold dark night

G7 F C

Someone was killed 'neath the town hall light

C

The people who saw they all agreed

G7 F C

That the slayer who ran looked a lot like me

F C F C

She walks these hills in a long black veil

F C F C

Visits my grave when the night winds wail

C

Nobody knows, nobody sees

F G7 C

Nobody knows but me

The judge said, "son, what is your alibi?

If you were somewhere's else, then you won't have to die"

I said not a word, though it meant my life

For I'd been in the arms of my best friend's wife

The scaffold is high and eternity near

She stands in the crowd and she sheds not a tear

But sometimes at night when the cold winds moan

In a long black veil she cries o'er my bones

Copyright Cedarwood Publishing Co., Inc. recorded by Joan Baez on One day at a

0616 THE FOGGY DEW (REVOLUTIONARY)

F. P. O'Neill

'Twas down the glen one Easter morn

To a city fair rode I.

When Ireland's line of marching men

In squadrons passed me by.

No pipe did hum, no battle drum

Did sound its dread tattoo

But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell

Rang out in the foggy dew.

Right proudly high over Dublin town

They hung out a flag of war.

'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky

Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.

And from the plains of Royal Meath

Strong men came hurrying through;

While Brittania's sons with their long-range guns

Sailed in from the foggy dew.

'Twas England bade our wild geese go

That small nations might be free.

Their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves

On the fringe of the grey North Sea.

But had they died by Pearse's side

Or fought with Valera true,

Their graves we'd keep where the Fenians sleep

'Neath the hills of the foggy dew.

The bravest fell, and the solemn bell

Rang mournfully and clear

For those who died that Eas tertide

In the springing of the year.

And the world did gaze in deep amaze

At those fearless men and true

Who bore the fight that freedom's light

Might shine through the foggy dew.

Note: from the Easter Uprising of 1916

0620 MARY HAMILTON

Word is to the kitchen gone

And word is to the hall,

And word is up to Madam the Queen

And that's the worst of all,

That Mary Hamilton's born a babe to the highest Stuart of all

"Arise, arise, Mary Hamilton,

Arise and tell to me,

What thou hast done with thy wee babe

I saw and heard weep by thee?"

"I put him in a tiny boat,

And cast him out to sea,

That he might sink or he might swim,

But he'd never come back to me."

"Arise, arise, Mary Hamilton,

Arise and come with me;

There is a wedding in Glasgow town

This night we'll go and see."

She put not on her robes of black,

Nor her robes of brown,

But she put on robes of white,

To ride into Glasgow town.

And as she rode into Glasgow town,

The city for to see,

The bailiff's wife and the provost's wife

Cried, "Ach, and alas for thee."

"Ah, you need not weep for me," she cried

"You need not weep for me;

For had I not slain my own wee babe

This death I would not dee."

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"Ah, little did my mother think

When first she cradled me,

The lands I was to travel in

And the death I was to dee."

Then by and come the King himself,

Looked up with a pitiful eye,

"Come down, come down, Mary Hamilton,

Tonight you'll dine with me."

"Ah, hold your tongue, my sovereign liege,

And let your folly be;

For if you'd a mind to save my life

You'd never have shamed me here."

"Cast off, cast off my gown," she cried,

"But let my petticoat be,

And tie a napkin 'round my face;

The gallows I would not see."

"Last night I washed the Queen's feet,

And put the gold on her hair,

And the only reward I find for this,

The gallows to be my share."

"Last night there were four Marys,

Tonight there'll be but three,

There was Mary Beaton, and Mary Seaton,

And Mary Carmichael, and me."

The ballad tale told here bears resemblance to two distinct historical

occurences: one relating to a 16th century incident in the court of Mary Queen of

Scots, and the other to an affair in the court of Russia's Czar Peter in the 18th

century. At his late date, however, oral traditrion has altered the story too

greatly to pinpoint the exact incident on which the valland might have been based.

The long circumstantial version given there does not have much currency today

among traditional singers; all that usually remains is a lyric lament in which

Mary Hamilton makes a farewell speech without any explanation of why she is being

punished. Printed in "British Ballads & Folk Songs" from the Joan Baez songbook.

Child #173

0621 DONA DONA

(Original Yiddish words by Aaron Zeitlin and Shalom Secunda;

English translation by Arthur Kevess and Teddi Schwartz)

On a wagon bound for market

There's a calf with a mournful eye.

High above him there's a swallow

Winging swiftly through the sky.

How the winds are laughing

They laugh with all their might

Laugh and laugh the whole day through

And half the summer's night.

Dona dona dona dona

Dona dona dona down

Dona dona dona dona

Dona dona dona down

"Stop complaining," said the farmer,

"Who told you a calf to be"

Why don't you have wings to fly away

Like the swallow so proud and free?"

Calves are easily bound and slaughtered

Never knowing the reason why.

But whoever treasures freedom,

Like the swallow must learn to fly

sung by Joan Baez and Chad Mitchell

0622 CUCKOO SHE'S A PRETTY BIRD

The cuckoo she's a pretty bird

She sings as she flies

She brings us glad tidings

And tells us no lies

She sucks all sweet flowers

To make her voice clear

She never sings cuckoo

Till summer is near

She flies the hills over

She flies the world about

She flies back to the mountain

She mourns for her love

The cuckoo she's a pretty bird

She sings as she flies

She brings us glad tidings

And tells us no lies

0623 THERE BUT FOR FORTUNE

( Phil Ochs)

Show me a prison, show me a jail

Show me a prison man whose face is growing pale

And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why

And there, but for fortune, go you or I

Show me an alley, show me a train

Show me a hobo who sleeps out in the rain

And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why

And there, but for fortune, go you or I

Show me the whiskey stains on the floor

Show me a drunken man as he stumbles out the door

And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why

And there, but for fortune, go you or I

Show me a country where the bombs had to fall

Show me the ruins of the buildings once so tall

And I'll show you a young land with so many reasons why

And there, but for fortune, go you or I

Recorded by Baez - No.5 Copyright Appleseed Music, Inc. play.exe BUTFORTU SOF

0624 COPPER KETTLE

(Frank Beddoe)

Get you a copper kettle

Get you a copper coil

Fill it with new made cornmash

And never more you'll toil

You'll just lay there by the juniper

While the moon is bright

Watch the jugs a filling

In the pale moon light

Build your fire with hickory

Hickory, ash, and oak

Don't use no green or rotten wood

They'll catch you by the smoke

My daddy, he made whiskey

And my granddaddy did too

We ain't paid no whiskey tax

Since seventeen ninety two

Written in 1953 for a folk opera, "Go Lightly, Stranger"

Copyright TRO

Recorded by Baez

RG

0626 ALL MY TRIALS, LORD

Hush little baby, don't you cry

You know your mama was born to die

All my trials, Lord, soon be over

Too late, my brothers

Too late, but never mind

All my trials, Lord, soon be over

If religion were a thing that money could buy

The rich would live and the poor would die

All my trials, Lord, soon be over

I've got a little book that was given to me

And every page spells liberty

All my trials, Lord, soon be over

There is a tree in Paradise

And the pilgrims call it the Tree of Life

All my trials, Lord, soon be over

recorded by Joan Baez

0627 PICK A BALE OF COTTON

Jump down, turn around to pick a bale of cotton

Jump down, turn around to pick a bale a day.*

cho: Oh Lordy, pick a bale of cotton,

Oh Lordy, pick a bale a day.

That nigger from Shiloh can pick a bale of cotton

That nigger from Shiloh can pick a day.

Me and my gal can pick etc.

Me and my wife etc.

Me and my buddy etc.

Me and my poppa etc.

Takes a might big man to etc.

NOT E: A bale of cotton weighs about a quarter of a ton. Nobody ever picked

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a bale in a day. An astounding number of folkies sing "pick a bale of

hay". That's not bragging; it's just silly. You don't pick hay.

Willie Moore was a King, his age twenty -one

Courted a maiden fair;

Her eyes were like two diamonds bright

Raven black was her hair, hmmm hmmm hmmm...

He courted her both day and night,

To marry him she did agree,

But when they went to get her parents' consent,

They said, "This could never be," hmmm, hmmm, hmmm...

"I love Willie Moore," sweet Annie replied,

"Better than I love my life,

And l would rather die than weep here and cry,

Never to be his wife," hmmm, hmmm, hmmm...

That very same night sweet Anne disappeared,

They searched the country 'round

In a little stream by the cabin door,

The body of sweet Annie was found' hmmm, hmmm, hmm

Sweet Annie's parents they live all alone,

One mourns, the other cries,

ln a little green mound in front of their door

The body of sweet Annie now lies.

Willie Moore scarce spoke that anyone knew,

Soon from his friends did part;

And the last heard of him was he's on Montreal

Where he died of a broken heart.

Recorded by Baez

play.exe WILLMOOR

RG

0627 PICK A BALE OF COTTON

Jump down, turn around to pick a bale of cotton

Jump down, turn around to pick a bale a day.*

cho: Oh Lordy, pick a bale of cotton,

Oh Lordy, pick a bale a day.

That nigger from Shiloh can pick a bale of cotton

That nigger from Shiloh can pick a day.

Me and my gal can pick etc.

Me and my wife etc.

Me and my buddy etc.

Me and my poppa etc.

Takes a might big man to etc.

NOTE: A bale of cotton weighs about a quarter of a ton. Nobody ever picked

a bale in a day. An astounding number of folkies sing "pick a bale of

hay". That's not bragging; it's just silly. You don't pick hay. RG

0628 THE BOLL WEEVIL

[Laws #I17]

Oh, have you heard de lates',

Dc lates' of de songs?

It's about dem little Boll Weevils,

Dey's picked up bofe feet an' gone

A-lookin' for a home,

Jes a-lookin' for a home.

De Boll Weevil is a little bug

F'um Mexico, dey say,

He come to try dis Texas soil

En thought he better stay,

De nigger say to de Boll Weevil

"Whut makes yo' head so red?"

"I's been wanderin de whole worl' ovah

Till it's a wonder I ain't dead

First time I saw Mr. Boll Weevil,

He wuz on de western plain;

Next time I saw him,

He wuz ridin' on a Memphis train

De nex' time I saw him,

He was runnin' a spinnin' wheel;

De nex' time I saw him,

He was ridin' in an automobile

De fus' time I saw de Boll Weevil

He wuz settin' on de square,

The nex' time I saw de Boll Weevil

He had all his family dere

Then the Farmer got angry,

Sent him up in a balloon;

"Good-by, Mr. Farmer;

I'll see you again next June."

De Farmer took de Boll Weevil

An' buried him in hot san';

De Boll Weevil say to de Farmer

"I'll stan' it like a man"

Den de Farmer took de Boll Weevil

An' lef' him on de ice;

Says de Boll Weevil to de Farmer,

"Dis is mighty cool an' nice."

Mr. Farmer took little Weevil

And put him in Paris Green;

"Thank you, Mr. Farmer,

It's the best I ever seen."

Den de Farmer say to de Merchan

"We's in an awful fix;

De Boll Weevil's et all de cotton up

An' lef' us only sticks."

Den de Merchant say to de Farmer,

"Whut do you tink o' dat ?

Ef you kin kill de Boll Weevil

I'll give you a bran-new Stetson hat"

Oh, de Farmer say to de Merchant,

"I ain't made but only one bale,

An' befo' I bring yo' dat one

I'll fight an' go to jail"

De Sharpshooter say to de Boll Weevil,

"What you doin' in dis square? "

An' the Boll Weevil say to de Sharpshooter,

"I'se makin' my home in here."

Oh de Boll Weevil say to the Dutchman,

"Jes' poison me ef yo' dare,

An' when yo' come to make yo' crop

I'll punch out every square"

De Boll Weevil say to de Farmer,

"You better lemme alone,

I've et up all yo' cotton

An' now I'll begin on de co'n"

Boll Weevil say to de Doctor,

"Better po' out all yo' pills,

When I git through wid de Farmer,

He cain't pay no doctor's bills."

Boll Weevil say to de Preacher,

"You better close yo' chu'ch do',

When I git through wid de Farmer,

He cain't pay de Preacher no mo'"

De Merchant got half de cotton,

De Boll Weevil got de res' Didn't leave de nigger's wife

But one old cotton dress.

(And it's full of holes, etc.)

Rubber-tired buggy, Decorated hack,

Took dem Boll Weevils to de graveyard,

An' ain't goin' bring 'em back.

Ef anybody axes you

Who wuz it writ dis song,

Tell 'em 'twuz a dark-skinned nigger

Wid a pair o' blue duckins on,

A-lookin' for a home etc.

From American Ballads and Folk Songs, Lomax

Note: Use a bit of imagination in adapting the chorus to the

verses.."It'll be my home", or "Ain't got no home" etc.

DT #664

Laws I17

0629 THE HAPPY WANDERER

I love to wander by the stream

That dances in the sun

So joyously it calls to me,

Come join my happy song.

I wave my hat to all I meet

And they wave back to me.

The bluebird calls so loud and sweet

From every greenwood tree.

High overhead the skylarks wing,

They never rest at home,

But just like me they love to sing

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As o'er the world we roam.

Oh, may I go a-wandering

Until the day I die

Oh, may I always laugh and sing

Beneath God's clear blue sky!

0631 ON TOP OF OLD SMOKY

On top of old Smoky, all covered with snow

I lost my true lover from courting too slow

Though courting's a pleasure and parting is grief

A false-hearted lover is worse than a thief

For a thief will just rob you and take what you have

But a false-hearted lover will lead you to the grave

The grave will decay you and turn you to dust Not one boy in a thousand a poor girl can trust

He'll hug you and kiss you and tell you more lies

Than cross-ties on a railroad or stars in the skies

Recorded by Ives

0632 COMING 'ROUND THE MOUNTAIN

She'll be coming 'round the mountain when she comes, when she comes

She'll be coming 'round the mountain when she comes

She'll be coming 'round the mountain,

She'll be coming 'round the mountain

She'll be coming 'round the mountain when she comes.

She'll be huffin' and a-puffin'...

Oh, we'll all come out to meet her ...

We will kill the old red rooster...

She'll be wearing pink pajamas...

(plus some bawdy ones)

Everybody asks her, did she come.

Everybody asks her, did she come.

They wouldn't have to mention

If they only paid attention.

Everybody asks her, did she come.

She's got a lovely titillating smile.

She's got a lovely titillating smile.

She's got a lovely titi-,

She's got a lovely titi-,

She's got a lovely titillating smile.

She's got a lovely bottom set of teeth.

She's got a lovely bottom set of teeth.

She's got a lovely bottom.

She's got a lovely bottom.

She's got a lovely bottom set of teeth.

Note: probably originally about a new railroad line; it's a good

enough zipper-type song to have been preempted by kids and camps, and

have verses like "pink pajamas" incorporated.

0633 CLEMENTINE

In a cavern, in a canyon,

Excavating for a mine,

Dwelt a miner, forty -niner

And his daughter Clementine.

Oh my darling, oh my darling

Oh my darling, Clementine

Thou art lost and gone forever,

Dreadful sorry, Clementine.

Light she was and like a fairy,

And her shoes were number nine,

Herring boxes without topses

Sandals were for Clementine

CHORUS

Drove she ducklings to the water

Every morning just at nine,

Hit her foot against a splinter

Fell into the foaming brine.

CHORUS

Ruby lips above the water,

Blowing bubbles soft and fine,

But alas, I was no swimmer,

So I lost my Clementine.

CHORUS

Then the miner, forty -niner

Soon began to peak and pine,

Thought he oughter jine he daughter,

Now he's with his Clementine.

CHORUS

In my dreams she still doth haunt me,

Robed in garments soaked in brine;

Though in life I used to hug her,

Now she's dead, I draw the line.

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A remarkable ballad developed in San Francisco toward the end of

the nineteeth century. It became a favorite college song during

the Reconstruction period.

Additional verses (Boy Scouts and others)RG

In a churchyard, 'neath a gravestone

Where the myrtle doth entwine.

There are posies, and some roses

Fertilized by Clementine.

How I missed her, how I missed her

How I missed my Clementine!

Till I kissed her little sister

And forgot my Clementine.

All you Boy Scouts, take fair warning

From this dreadful tale of mine.

Artificial respiration

Would have saved my Clementine.

Recorded by the Weavers

0636 MICHAEL, ROW THE BOAT ASHORE

Michael, row the boat ashore, Hallelujah,

Michael, row the boat ashore, Hallelujah.

Sister help to trim the sail, Hallelujah,

Sister help to trim the sail, Hallelujah.

The river is deep and the river is wide, Hallelujah,

Milk and honey on the other side, Hallelujah.

Jordan's river is chilly and cold, Hallelujah,

Chills the body but not the soul, Hallelujah.

0637 DOWN IN THE VALLEY

Down in the valley, the valley so low

Hang your head over, hear the wind blow

Hear the wind blow, dear, hear the wind blow

Hang your head over, hear the wind blow

Writing this letter, containing three lines

Answer my question, will you be mine?

Will you be mine, dear, will you be mine?

Answer my question, will you be min?

Write me a letter, send it by mail

Send it in care of the Birmingham jail,

Birmingham jail, dear, Birmingham jail

Send it in care of the Birmingham jail

Roses love sunshine, violets love dew

Angels in Heav en know I love you

Know I love you, dear, know I love you

Angels in Heaven Know I love you

0642 MIDNIGHT SPECIAL

Leadbelly

Well you wake up in the morning.

Hear the ding dong ring,

You go a-marching to the table,

See the same damn thing;

Well, it's on a one table,

Knife, a fork and a pan,

And if you say anything about it,

You're in trouble with the man.

cho: Let the midnight special

Shine her light on me;

Let the midnight special

Shine her ever-loving light on me.

If you ever go to Houston.

You better walk right;

You better not stagger,

You better not fight;

Sheriff Benson will arrest you,

He'll carry you down,

And if the jury finds you guilty,

Penitentiary bound.

Yonder come little Rosie,

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How in the world do you know,

l can tell her by her apron,

And the dress she wore.

Umbrella on her shoulder,

Piece of paper in her hand,

She goes a-marching to the captain,

Says, "I want my man."

"I don' believe that Rosie loves me"

"Well tell me why"

She ain't been to see me

Since las' July.

She brought me little coffee

She brought me little tea

Brought me damn near ever'thing

But the jailhouse key.

Yonder comes Doctor Adams

"How in the world do you know?"

Well he gave me a tablet

The day befo' There ain't no doctor

In all the lan' Can cure the fever

Of a convict man.

0642 MIDNIGHT SPECIAL

Leadbelly

Well you wake up in the morning.

Hear the ding dong ring,

You go a-marching to the table,

See the same damn thing;

Well, it's on a one table,

Knife, a fork and a pan,

And if you say anything about it,

You're in trouble with the man.

cho: Let the midnight special

Shine her light on me;

Let the midnight special

Shine her ever-loving light on me.

If you ever go to Houston.

You better walk right;

You better not stagger,

You better not fight;

Sheriff Benson will arrest you,

He'll carry you down,

And if the jury finds you guilty,

Penitentiary bound.

Yonder come little Rosie,

How in the world do you know,

l can tell her by her apron,And the dress she wore.

Umbrella on her shoulder,

Piece of paper in her hand,

She goes a-marching to the captain,

Says, "I want my man."

"I don' believe that Rosie loves me"

"Well tell me why"

She ain't been to see me

Since las' July.

She brought me little coffee

She brought me little tea

Brought me damn near ever'thing

But the jailhouse key.

Yonder comes Doctor Adams

"How in the world do you know?"

Well he gave me a tablet

The day befo' There ain't no doctor

In all the lan' Can cure the fever

Of a convict man.

0646 FAREWELL ANGELINA

(Bob Dylan)

Farewell Angelina the bells off the crowd

I've being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sun

The triangle tingles and the trumpets play slow

Farewell Angelina, the sky's on fire, and I must go

There's no need anger, there's no need for blame

There's nothing to prove, everything still the same

Just the table standing empty by the edge of the sea

Means farewell Angelina, the sky is falling, and I must leave

The chuck and the queen had forsake the cordial

Fifty two gypsies now file passed the guards

In the space where the due sand the ace runs ran wild

Farewell Angelina, the sky is falling, I'll see you in a while

See the croadside pirates sid curchteen the sun

Shooding tin can with a sword of shack gun

And the neighbours they clap and they cheer with each blast But farewell Angelina, the sky's changing colour, and I must leave fast

King-Kong lead louds on the roof top they dance

Valentino type tangos while they make upman's hands

Shut the eyes of the dead knock to embarass anyone

But farewell Angelina, the sky's embarassed, than I must be gone

The machine guns are roaring and the puppet she wracks

And fing nails tomb on's to the hands of the clocks

Call me any name you like I will never deny it But farewell Angelina, the sky's erupting, I must go where it's quiet

Copyright Bob Dylan. Recorded by Dylan, Baez

2001 BLACK VELVET BAND

In a neat little town they call Belfast An apprentice boy I was bound

And many's the happy hour

I have spent in that neat little town

But bad misfortune o'ertook me

And caused me to stray from the land

Far away from my friends and relations,

Betrayed by the black velvet band

Oh, one evening late as I rambled

Not meaning to go very far,

When I met with a gay young deceiver

She was plyin' her trade in a bar

Oh, her eyes they shone like the diamonds

And I thought her the pride of the land

And her hair hung over her shoulders

Tied up with a black velvet band

Oh, one evening a flashman, a watchman

She happened to meet on the sly

I could tell that her mind it was altered

By the roll of her roving dark eye

Oh, that watch she took from his pocket

She slipped it right into my hand

Then she gave me in charge to the policeman

Bad luck to the black velvet band

Now before the Lord Mayor I was taken

My guilt they proved quite plain

And he said if I was not mistaken

I should have to cross the salt main

Now its sixteen long years have they gave me

To plough upon Van Dieman's land

Far away from my friends and relations

A curse on the black velvet band

So come all ye jolly young fellows,

I'll have ye take warning from me

Whenever you're out on the liquor,

Beware of them pretty colleens

They'll treat you to whiskey and porter,

Till you are not able to stand;

And the very next thing that you know, my lads,

You'll end up in Van Dieman's land

recorded by Clancys Irish

2002 THE CROPPY BOY

It was early, early in the spring

The birds did whistle and sweetly sing,

Changing their notes from tree to tree

And the song they sang was Old Ireland free

It was early early in the night,The yeoman cavalry gave me a fright;

The yeoman cavalry was my downfall

And I was taken by Lord Cornwall

'Twas in the guard-house where I was laid,

And in a parlour where I was tried;

My sentence passed and my courage low

When to Dungannon I was forced to go

As I was passing my father's door

My brother William stood at the door;

My aged father stood at the door

And my tender mother her hair she tore

As I was going up Wexford Street

My own first cousin I chanced to meet;

My own first cousin did me betray

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And for one bare guinea swore my life away

As I was walking up Wexford Hill

Who could blame me to cry my fill?

I looked behind, and I looked before

But my aged mother I shall see no more

And as I mounted the platform high

My aged father was standing by;

My aged father did me deny

And the name he gave me was the Croppy Boy

It was in Dungannon this young man died

And in Dungannon his body lies

And you good people that do pass by

Oh shed a tear for the Croppy Boy

Recorded by Patrick Galvin, Clancys

Irish

2002 DANNY BOY

Oh, Danny Boy, the pipes... the pipes are calling,

From glen to glen and down the mountain side

The summer's is gone and all the leaves are falling,

It's you, it's you must go and I must bide

But come ye back, when summer's in the meadow,

and all the valley's hushed and white with snow

It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow,

Oh, Danny Boy, Oh, Danny Boy, I love you so!

But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying

If I be dead, as dead I well may be

Then come and find the place where I am lying,

And kneel and say an Ave there for me

And I shall hear, though soft your tread above me,

And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be

And you shall bend, and tell me that you love me,

And I shall rest in peace until you come to me

The last two verses were supplied to me by Nigel Shardlow

(nigelmarketing.co.uk) and Edward E. Mueller (genemuelservtech.com). Ms. E. H.

Rodney ("nursableepix.net"epix.net) informed me that her "great grandama" gave

her different words to this song. 3rd line changed from "summer's rose" to

"summer's gone". last 2 lines changed from "and you will bend" to "and you shall

bend". and "I shall sleep in peace" to "I shall rest in peace". Since Ms.

Rodney is 71 (as of Oct 29, 1996), I shall bow to her wisdom and experience

2004 DIRTY OLD TOWN

(c) Stormking Music recorded by Clancy Brothers Flowers in

Valle Ewan MacColl Freeborn Man, and Ian Campbell

I found my love 'neath the gasworks croft falls

Dreamed a dream by the old canal Kissed my girl by the factory wall

Dirty old town, dirty old town

Clouds are drifting across the moon

Cats are prowling on their beat

Springs a girl in the streets at night

Dirty old town, dirty old town

Heard a siren from the dock

Saw a train set the night on fire

Smelled the spring on the smoky wind

Dirty old town, dirty old town

I'm going to take a good sharp ax

Shining steel tempered in the fire

We'll chop you down like an old dead tree

Dirty old town, dirty old town

2006 FIDDLER'S GREEN

Copyright 1970 for the world, march music Ltd COMPOSER:(John Connelly)

As I roved by the dockside on evening so rare

To view the still waters and take the salt air

I heard an old fisherman singing this song

O take me away boys my time is not long

Dress me up in me oilskin and jumper

No more on the docks I'll be seen

Just tell me old shipmates

I'm taking a trip, mates

And I'll see them someday in Fiddler's Green

Now Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell

Where fishermen go when they don't go to Hell

Where the weather is fair and the dolphins do play

And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away

The sky's always clear and there's never a gale

And the fish jump on board with a flip of their tail

You can lie at your leisure, there's no work to do

And the skipper's below making tea for the crew

And when you're in dock and the long trip is thru

There's pubs and there's clubs, and there's lassies there too

Now the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free

And there's bottles of rum hanging from every tree

I don't want a harp or a halo, not me

Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea

And I'll play me old squeeze box as we sail along

When the wind's in the rigging to sing me this song

2007 FIELDS OF ATHENRY

COMPOSER:recorded by the Bards

By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl calling

"Michael, they have taken you away,

For you stole Travalient's(?) corn,

So the young might see the morn

Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay."

Low lie the fields of Athenry

Where once we watched the small free birds fly

Our love was on the wing

We had dreams and songs to sing

It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry

By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young man calling

"Nothing matters, Mary, when you're free

Against the famine and the crown,

I rebelled, they cut me down

Now you must raise our child with dignity."

By a lonely harbor wall, she watched the last star fall

As the prison ship sailed out against the sky

For she lived to hope and pray for her love in Botany Bay

It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry

2009 GALWAY BAY

COMPOSER:(Arthur Colahan)

If you ever go across the sea to Ireland,

Then maybe at the closing of your day,

You will sit and watch the moon rise over Cladagh

And see the sun go down on Galway Bay

Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream,

The women in the meadows making hay;

And to sit beside a turf fire in the cabin

And watch the barefoot gossoons at their play

For the breezes blowing o'er the sea to Ireland,

Are perfumed by the heather as they blow;

And the women in the uplands digging praties,

Speak a language that the strangers do not know

For the strangers tried top come and teach us their way

They scorned us just for being what we are;

But they might as well go chasing after moonbeams

Or light a penny candle from a star

And if there is going to be a life hereafter,

And somehow I am sure there's going to be,

I shall ask my God to let me make my heaven

In that dear land across the Irish Sea

If you ever go across the sea to Ireland,

Then maybe at the closing of your day,

You will sit and watch the moon rise over Cladagh

And see the sun go down on Galway Bay

2010 GYPSY ROVER

From the singing of the Clancy Brothers, and is a variation of a Child ballad

. The gypsy rover came over the hill

Down through the valley so shady,

He whistled and he sang 'til the greenwoods rang,

And he won the heart of a lady

Chorus:

Ah-de-do, ah-de-do-da-day,

Ah-de-do, ah-de-da-ay

He whistled and he sang 'til the greenwoods rang,

And he won the heart of a lady

. She left her father's castle gates

She left her own fine lover

She left her servants and her state

To follow the gypsy rover

. Her father saddled up his fastest steed

And roamed the valleys all over

Sought his daughter at great speed

And the whistling gypsy rover

. He came at last to a mansion fine,

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Down by the river Claydee

And there was music and there was wine,

For the gypsy and his lady

. "He is no gypsy, my father" she said

"But lord of these lands all over,

And I shall stay 'til my dying day

With my whistling gypsy rover."

2011 THE HOLY GROUND

Fare thee well, my lovely Dinah, a thousand times adieu

We are bound away from the Holy Ground and the girls we love so true

We'll sail the salt seas over and we'll return once more,

And still I live in hope to see the Holy Ground once more

(Shouted) Fine girl you are!

(Sung) You're the girl that I adore,

And still I live in hope to see the Holy Ground once more

Now when we're out a-sailing and you are far behind

Fine letters will I write to you with the secrets of my mind,

The secrets of my mind, my girl, you're the girl that I adore,

And still I live in hope to see the Holy Ground once more

Oh now the storm is raging and we are far from shore;

The poor old ship she's sinking fast and the riggings they are tore

The night is dark and dreary, we can scarcely see the moon,

But still I live in hope to see the Holy Ground once more

It's now the storm is over and we are safe on shore

We'll drink a toast to the Holy Ground and the girls that we adore

We'll drink strong ale and porter and we'll make the taproom roar,

And when our money is all spent we'll go to sea once more

Note: Irish variation of Swansea Town

From Oxford Book of Sea Songs, Palmer

Recorded by Clancys

2012 I'LL TAKE YOU HOME AGAIN, KATHLEEN

I'll take you home again, Kathleen,

Across the ocean wild and wide

To where your heart has ever been

Since first you were my bonny bride

The roses all have left your cheek;

I've watched them fade away and die

Your voice is sad when e'er you speak

And tears be-dim your loving eyes

Oh, I will take you back, Kathleen,

To where your heart will feel no pain

And when the fields are fresh and green

I'll take you to your home again

2015 I'M A ROVER AND SELDOM SOBER

cho: I'm a a rover and seldom sober

I'm a rover, o' high degree;

And when I'm drinking, I'm always thinking

How to gain my love's company

Though the nicht be dark as dungeon

No' a star to be seen above,

I will be guided without a stumble

Into the airms o' my ain true love

He steppit up to her bedroom window, Kneelin' gently upon a stone;

He rappit at her bedroom -window

"Darlin' dear, do you lie alone?"

She raised her heid on her snaw -white pillow

Wi' her arms aboot her breast,

"Wha' is that at my bedroom window

Disturbin' me at my lang night's rest?"

"It's only me, your ain true lover,

Open the door and let me in

For I hae come on a lang journey,

And I'm near drenched to the skin."

She opened the door wi' the greatest pleasure,

She opened the door and let him in,

They baith shook hands and embraced each other

Until the mornin' they lay as one

The cocks were crawin', the birds were whistlin' The burns they ran free abune the brae;

"Remember, lass, I'm a ploughman laddie

And the fairmer I must obey."

"Noo, my lass, I must gang and leave thee

And though the hills they are high above,

I will climb thrm wi' greater pleasure

Since I been in the airms o' my love

From MacColl, Folksongs and Ballads of Scotland Recorded by Redpath, Boys of the

Lough Scots

2016 THE IRISH ROVER

In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and six

We set sail from the fair Cobh of Cork

We were bound far away with a cargo of bricks

For the fine city hall of New York

In a very fine craft, she was rigged fore-and-aft

And oh, how the wild winds drove her

She had twenty -three masts and withstood several blasts

And we called her the Irish Rover

There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee,

There was Hogan from County Tyrone

And a chap called McGurk who was scared stiff of work

And a chap from West Meade called Mellone

There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule

And fighting Bill Casey from Dover

There was Dooley from Claire who was strong as a bear

We had one million bales of old billy goats' tails,

We had two million buckets of stones

We had three million sides of old blind horses hides,

We had four million packets of bones

We had five million hogs, we had six million dogs,

And seven million barrels of porter

We had eight million bags of the best Sligo rags

In the hold of the Irish Rover

We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out

And the ship lost her way in a fog

And the whole of the crew was reduced unto two,

'Twas myself and the captain's old dog

Then the ship struck a rock with a terrible shock

And then she heeled right over,

Turned nine times around, and the poor dog was drowned-

I'm the last of the Irish Rover

2018 JUG OF PUNCH

'Twas early, early, in the month of June

I was sitting with my glass and spoonA small bird sat on an ivy bunch

And the song he sang was a jug of punch

CHO: Toor-a-loora-la, toor-a-loora-lie

Toor-a-loora-la, toor-a-loora-lie

(repeat last two lines of verse)

If I were sick, and very bad

And were not able to go or stand,

I would not think it at all amiss

To pledge my shoes for a jug of punch

CHO:

What more diversion can a man desire

Than to sit him down by a snug turf fire,

Upon his knee a pretty wench

And upon his table a jug of punch

CHO:

And when I'm dead and in my grave

No costly tombstone will I have,

I'll dig a grave both wide and deep

With a jug of punch at my head and feet

Recorded by Clancys, Galvin

Irish

2020 LOVE IS TEASIN'

Cho: Oh, love is teasing and love is pleasin' But as love grows older sure love grows colder

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain

I wish I was a maid again

But maid again I ne'er can be

Till apples grow on an ivy tree

But the sweetwest apple is the soonest rotten

And the hottest love is the soonest cold

But what can't be cured, love, has to be endured , love,

So now I'm bound for Amerikay

Repeat Chorus

Traditional. Taken from Soodlum's

LES BICYCLETTES DE BELSIZE

Turning and turning the world goes on

We can't change it my friend

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Let us go riding now

Through the days, together to the end

Les Bicyclettes de Belsize,

Carry us side by side,

And hand in handwe will ride

Over belsize

Turn your magical eyes - -

Round and around

Looking at all we found

Carry us through the skies

Les Bicyclettes de Belsize

2025 COCKLES AND MUSSELS (MOLLY MALONE)

In Dublin's Fair City, where the girls are so pretty, 'Twas there I first met MY sweet Molly Malone

She drove a wheel-barrow thro' streets broad and narrow, Crying "COCKLES AND MUSSELS, a-live, a-live-o!"

A-live, alive-o! A-live, a-live-o!

Crying "COCKLES AND MUSSELS, a-live, a-live-o!"

She was a fishing-monger, and that was no wonder,

For so was her father and mother before

They drove their wheel-barrows thro' streets broad and narrow,

Crying "COCKLES AND MUSSELS, a-live, a-live-o"

She died of the fever, and nothing could save her,

And that was the endof sweet Molly Malone

But her ghost drives a barrow thro' streets broad and narrow,

Crying "COCKLES AND MUSSELS, a-live, a-live-o"

The correct words to this song were provided to me by Tom Conway tjconwaycomnet.ca)

2026 MOUNTAINS OF MOURNE

(Words by Percy French, ca 1900. Melody trad.)

Oh Mary, this London's a wonderful sight,

With people here working by day and by night

They don't sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat

But there's gangs of them diggin' for gold in the street

At least, when I asked them that's what I was told

So I just took a hand at this diggin' for gold;

But for all that I've found there, I might as well be

Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea

I believe that when writin' a wish you expressed

As to how the fine lAdies of London are dressed

Well if you believe me, when asked to a ball

They don't wear no tops to their dresses at all

Oh, I've seen them myself and you could not, in thrath

Say if they were bound for a ball, or a bath,

Don't be startin' them fashions now, Mary Machree,

Where the etc

I've seen England's king from the top of a bus

And I've never known him, but he means to know us

And tho' by the Saxon we once were oppressed,

Still I cheered, God forgive me, I cheered with the rest

And now that he's visited Erin's green shore

We'll be much better friends than we've been heretofore

When we've got all we want, we're as quiet as can be

Where the etc

You remember young Peter O'Loughlin of course

Well now he is here at the head of the Force

I met him today, I was crossing the Strand

And he stopped the whole street with a wave of his hand

And there we stood talking of days that are gone

While the whole population of London looked on;

But for all these great powers, he's wishful, like me

To be back where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea

There's beautiful girls here --- Oh, never you mind ---

With beautiful shapes nature never designed

And lovely complexions all roses and cream,

But O'Loughlin remarked with regard to the same

That if at those roses you venture to sip

The colors might all come away on your lip

So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me

Where the etc

recorded by Kendall Morse

2035 THE TOWN I LOVED SO WELL

(Phil Coulter) (c) Mews MusicRec by The Dubliners

In my memory I will always see

The town that I have loved so well

Where our school played ball by the gasyard well

And we laughed through the smoke and smell

Going home in the rain running up a dark lane

Pest the jail and down beside the fountain

Those were happy days in so many many ways

In the town I loved so well

In the early morn the shirt factory horn

Called the women from Creggan, the Moor and the Bog

While the men on the dole played a mothering role

Fed the children and then waled the dog

And when times got rough there was just about enough

But we saw it through without complaining

For deep inside was a burning pride

In the town I loved so well

There was music there in the Derry air

Like a language that we could all understand

I remember the day when I earned my first pay

When I played in a small guitar band

There I spent my youth and to tell you the truth

I was sad to leave it all behind me

There I learned about life and I found me a wife

In the town I loved so well:

But when I returned oh my eyes how they burned

To see how a town could be brought to it's knees

By the armoured cars and the bombed out bars

And the gas that hangs on to everything

Now the army's installed by the gasyard wall

And their barbed wire gets higher and higher

With their tanks and their guns

Oh my God, what have they done

To the town I loved so well

Though the music has gone and though we must carry on

Our spirit's been bruised but never broken

We must never forget that our hearts are still set

On tomorrow and peace once again

Now what's done is done and what's won is won

And what's lost is lost and gone forever

I can only pray for a bright brand new day

For the town I Ioved so well

2041 WILD ROVER (NO NAY NEVER)

I've been a wild rover for many a year

And I spent all my money on whiskey and beer,

And now I'm returning with gold in great store

And I never will play the wild rover no more

cho: And it's no, nay, never,

No nay never no more,

Will I play the wild rover

No never no more

I went to an ale-house I used to frequent

And I told the landlady my money was spent

I asked her for credit, she answered me "nay

Such a custom as yours I could have any day."

cho:

I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright

And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight

She said "I have whiskey and wines of the best And the words that I spoke sure were only in jest."

cho:

I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done

And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son

And if they caress (forgive) me as ofttimes before

Sure I never will play the wild rover no more

cho:

sung by Clancy Brothers

2043 SEVEN DRUNKEN NIGHTS

As I went home on Monday night, as drunk as drunk could be

I saw a horse outside the door, where my old horse should be

I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me,

Who owns that horse outside the door, where my old horse should be?

Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, and still you cannot see.

That's a lovely sow that my mother sent to me

Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,

but a saddle on a sow, sure, I never saw before

As I went home on Tuesday night, as drunk as drunk could be

I saw a coat behind the door, where my old coat should be

I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me,

who owns that coat behind the door, where my old coat should be?

Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, and still you cannot see.

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That's a woolen blanket that my mother sent to me

Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,

but buttons on a blanket, sure, I never saw before

As I went home on Wednesday night, as drunk as drunk could be

I saw a pipe upon the chair, where my old pipe should be

I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me,

who owns that pipe upon the chair where my old pipe should be

Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, and still you cannot see.

That's a lovely tin-whistle, that my mother sent to me

Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,

but tobacco in a tin-whistle, sure, I never saw before

As I came home on Thursday nigh, as drunk as drunk could be

I saw two boots beside the bed, where my old boots should be

I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me,

who owns them boots beside the bed where my old boots should be

Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, and still you cannot see.

They're two lovely flower pots my mother sent to me

Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,

but laces in flower pots I never saw before

As I came home on Friday night, as drunk as drunk could be

I saw a head upon the bed, where my old head should be

I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me,

who owns that head upon the bed, where my old head should be

Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, and still you cannot see.

That's a baby boy, that my mother sent to me

Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,

but a baby boy with his whiskers on, sure, I never saw before

As I came home on a Saturday night, as drunk as drunk could be

I spied two hands upon her breasts, where my old hands should be

I called to my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me,

Who's hands are these upon your breasts, where my old hands should be?

Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool, and still you cannot see

'Tis nothing but a Living Bra Jane Russell gave to me

Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more,

but fingernails on a Living Bra, I never saw before

Now when I came home on Sunday night, a little after threeI saw a man running

out the door with his pants about his knee

So I called to my wife and I said to her: would you kindly tell to me,

who was that man running out the door with his pants about his knee?

Oh you're drunk, you're drunk,

you silly old fool, and still you cannot see,

Twas nothing but the tax collector the Queen sent to me

Well, it's many a day I've travelled, a hundred miles or more,

But an Englishman that could last 'till three I never saw before

Here's an alternative, a bit naughtier version of the Sunday verse. You may fill

in the blanks:

As I came home on Sunday night, as drunk as drunk could be

I saw a inside my wife, where my old should be

I called my wife and I said to her: <HEY WIFE> Would ya kindly tell to me,

who owns that outside the., where my old should be?

Ah sure, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, and still you cannot see

That's just the lovely English man that me ma she sent to me

Well, tis' many a night I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,

but a English man who could could stay up past three, sure, I've never seen

before

3000 ANGELS WE HAVE HEARD ON HIGH

Angels we have heard on high,

Sweetly singing o'er the plains

And the mountains in reply

Echoing their joyous strains. Gloria..

cho: Gloria, In Excelsius Deo

Shepherd why this jubilee,

Why your joyous strains prolong

What the gladsome tidings be,

Which inspire your heavenly song?

Come to Bethlehem and see,

Him whose birth the angels sing

Come adore on bended knee,

Christ the Lord the newborn king

See him in a manger laid,

Whom the choirs of angels praise

Mary, Jos eph, lend your aid,

While our hearts in love we raise

3001 AWAY IN A MANGER

Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,

The Little Lord Jesus lay down His sweet head;

The stars in the bright sky looked down where He lay,

The little Lord Jesus asleep in the hay

The cattle are lowing the baby awakes,

But little Lord Jesus no crying He makes,

I love you, Lord Jesus; look down from the sky

And stay by my side until morning is nigh

Be near me Lord Jesus; I ask you to stay,

Close by me forever and love me, I pray,

Bless all the dear children in your tender care,And fit us for heaven to live

with you there

3002 DECK THE HALLS

Deck the halls with boughs of holly

Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

'Tis the season to be jolly

Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

Don we now our gay apparel

Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la

Troll the ancient Yuletide carol

Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

See the blazing Yule before us

Strike the harp and join the chorus

Follow me in merry measure

While I tell of Yuletide treasure

Fast away the old year passes

Hail the new ye lads and lasses

Sing we joyous all together

Heedless of the wind and weather

3003 DING DONG MERRILY ON HIGH

Ding Dong merrily on high

In Heaven bells are ringing

Ding dong merrily the sky

Is riven with angels singing

Cho:Glo- - - -ria,

E'en so here below, below

Let steeple bells be swungen

And io, io, io

By priest and people sungen:

Chorus

Pray you, dutifully prime

Your matin chime, ye ringers;

May you beautifully rime

Your evetime song, ye singers:

Chorus

3004 THE FIRST NOEL

The first Noel, the angel did say, Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay,

In fields as they ,lay keeping their sheep

On a cold winter's night hat was so deep

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,

Born is the King of Israel

They look ed up and saw a star,

Shining in the east, beyond them far;

And to the earth it gave great light,

And so they continued both day and night

And by the light of that same star

Three wise men came from country far;

To seek for a King was their intent,

And to follow the star wherever it went

Now let us all with one accord,

Sing praises to our heavenly Lord,

Who brought forth Heaven and earth from naught,

And with his blood mankind has bought

3005 GOD REST YE MERRY, GENTLEMEN

God rest ye merry, gentlemen, let nothing you dismay

Remember Christ our Saviour was born on Christmas Day

To save us all from Satan's pow'r when we were gone astray

Cho: Oh, tidings of comfort and joy,comfort and joy

Oh tidings of comfort and joy

In Bethlehem in Jewry this blessed Babe was born,

And laid within a manger upon this blessed morn

The which His mother Mary did nothing take in scorn,

Chorus

From God our heav'nly Father, a blessed angel came

And unto certain shepherds brought tidings of the same

How that in Bethlehem was born the Son of God by name, Chorus

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3006 GOOD CHRISTIAN MEN, REJOICE

(John Mason Neale, 18xx)

Good Christian men, rejoice

With heart and soul and voice;

Give ye heed to what we say:

News! News!

Jesus Christ is born today:

Ox and ass before him bow

And He is in the manger now

Christ is born today!

Christ is born today!

Good Christian men, rejoice

With heart and soul and voice;

Now ye hear of endless bliss;

Joy! Joy! Jesus Christ was born for this!

He has oped the heav'nly door

And man is blessed evermore

Christ was born for this!

Christ was born for this!

Good Christian men, rejoice

With heart and soul and voice;

Now ye need not fear the grave;

Peace! Peace!

Jesus Christ was born to save!

Calls you one and calls you all

To gain his everlasting hall

Christ was born to save!

Christ was born to save!

3007 GOOD KING WENCESLAS

Good King Wenceslas looked out on the feast of Stephen

When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even

Brightly shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel,

When a poor man came in sight, gathering winter fuel

Hither page and stand by me if thou knowst it telling

Yonder peasant, who is he, where and what his dwelling?

Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain,

Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain

Bring me flesh and bring me wine, bring me pinelogs hither

Thou and I will see him dine when we bear them thither

Page and monarch forth they went, forth they went together

Through the rude winds wild lament, and the bitter weather

Sire the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger

Fails my heart I know now how, I can go no longer

Mark my footsteps my good page, tread thou in them boldly

Thou shalt find the winter's rage freeze thy blood less coldly

In his master's steps he trod where the snow lay dinted

Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed

Therefore Christian men be sure, wealth or rank possessing,

Ye who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing

3008 HARK THE HERALD ANGELS

Hark, the herald angels sing,

Glory to the newborn King,

Peace on earth and mercy mild,

God and sinners reconciled";

Joyful, all the nations ,rise

Join the triumph of the skies;

With the angelic host proclaim:

'Christ is born in Bethlehem"

Hark, the herald angels sing,

'Glory to the new born King'

Christ, by highest heav'n adored,

Christ, the ever-living Lord,

Late in time behold Him come,

Offspring of a virgins womb

Veiled in flesh the Godhead see,

Hail the incarnate Deity;

Pleased as man with man to dwell,

Jesus, our Emmanuel

Hail the heav'n born Prince of Peace,

Hail, the Sun of righteousness;

Light and life to al! He brings,

Ris'n with healing in His wings

Mild He lays His glory by,

Born that man no more may die;

Born to raise the sons of earth,

Born to give them second birth

3009 HOLLY AND THE IVY

The holly and the ivy

When they are both full grown

Of all the trees that are in the wo

The holly bears the crown

Oh the rising of the sun

And the running of the deer

The playing of the merry organ

Sweet singing all in the choir

The holly bears a blossom

As white as the lily flower

And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ To be our sweet Savior

The holly bears a berry

As red as any blood

And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ To do poor sinners good

The holly bears a prickle

As sharp as any thorn

And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ On Christmas day in the morn

The holly and the ivy

When they are both full grown

Of all the trees that are in the wood

The holly bears the crown

3010 WHITE CHRISTMAS

By Irving Berlin

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas

Just like the ones I used to know

Where the treetops glisten and children listen

To hear sleighbells in the snow

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas

With every Christmas card I write

May your days be merry and bright

And may all your Christmases be white

3011 JINGLE BELLS

Dashing through the snow, in a one horse open sleigh,

O'er the fields we go, laughing all the way,

Bells on bobtail ring, making spirits bright,

Oh what fun it is to sing a sleighing song tonight

Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way, Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh;

Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way, Oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh

3012 JOY TO THE WORLD

Joy to he world! The Lord is come;

Let earth receive her king;

Let every heart prepare Him room,

And heaven and nature sing,

And heaven and nature sing,

And heaven and heaven and nature sing

Joy to the world The Saviour reigns;

Let men Their song employ; While fields and floods rooks hills and plains

Repeat the sounding joy,

Repeat the sounding joy

Repeat repeat he sounding joy

He rules the earth with truth and grace,

And makes the nation prove;

The glories of His righteousness

And wonders of His love

And wonders Of His love,

And wonders wonders of His love

3013 LITTLE DRUMMER BOY

Come, they told me , Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum,

"Our newborn king to see" , Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum,

Our finest gifts we bring , Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum,

To lay before the king, , Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum,

Rum -pa-pum-pum, rum -pa-pum-pum,

So to honour him, Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum,

When we come

"Little Baby, Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum,

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I am a poor boy too, Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum,

I have no gift to bring, Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum,

That's fit to give our King! Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum,

Rum -pa-pum-pum, rum -pa-pum-pum,

Shall I play for You, Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum,

On my drum?'

Mary nodded, Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum,

The ox and lamb kept time, Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum,

I played my drum for Him, Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum,

I played my best for Him, Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum,

Rum -pa-pum-pum, rum -pa-pum-pum,

Then He smiled at me, Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum,

Me and my drum!

3014 COME ALL YE FAITHFUL

O come all ye faithful! joyful and triumphant,

O come ye, 0 come ye to Bethlehem

Come and behold him, born the King Of angels,

O come let us adore Him,

O come let us adore Him,

O come let us adore Him,

Christ the Lord

Sing choirs of angels sing in exultation,

Sing, all ye citizens of heaven above,

Glory to God in the highest

Yea Lord we greet thee born this happy morning

Jesus to thee be glory given

Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing,

3015 LITTLE TOWN OF BETHLEHEM

O little town of Bethlehem,

How still we see thee lie;

Above thy deep and dreamless sleep

The silent stars go by:

Yet in the dark streets shineth

The everlasting Light

The hopes and fears of all the years

Are met in thee tonight

How silently, how silently

The wondrous gilt is given

So God imparts to human hearts

The blessing of his heaven

No ear may hear his coming;

But in this world of sin,

Where meek souls will receive him, still

The dear Christ enters in

ROYAL DAVID'S CITY

Once in Royal David's city

Stood a lowly cattle shed,

Where a mother laid her baby,

In a manger for His bed

Mary was hat mother mild;

Jesus Christ her little child

He came down to earth from heaven

Who is God and Lord of all,

And His shelter was a stable,

And His cradle was a stall;

With the poor and mean and lowly,

Lived on earth our Savior holy

And our eyes at last shall see Him,

Through His own redeeming love,

For that child so dear and gentle

Is our Lord in heaven above,

And He leads His children on

To the place where He is gone

3018 MARY'S BOY CHILD

Long time ago in Bethlehem so the holy bible say

Mary's boy child Jesus Christ was born on Christmas day

Hark, now hear the angels sing, a new King born today,

And man will live for evermore, because of Christmas day

Trumpets sound and angels sing, listen to what they say, That man will live for evermore, because or Christmas day

While Shepherds watched their flocks by right

Them see a bright new shining star;

They hear a choir sing the music seemed to come from afar

Now Joseph and his wife Mary come to Bethlehem tat night,

Them find no place to born the child,

Not a single room was in sight

By and by they find a little space in a stable all forlorn,

And in a manger cold and dark Mary's little boy was born

Long time ago in Bethlehem so the holy bible say,

Mary's boy child Jesus Christ was born on Christmas day

3019 RUDOLPH THE RED-NOSED REINDEER

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer (reindeer)

Had a very shiny nose (like a light bulb)

And if you ever saw it (saw it)

You would even say it glowed (like a stop light)

All of the other reindeer (reindeer)

Used to laugh and call him names (like Pinocchio)

They never let poor Rudolph (Rudolph)

Join in any reindeer games (like Monopoly)

Then one foggy Christmas Eve,

Santa came to say (Ho, ho, ho)

Rudolph with your nose so bright

Won't you guide my sleigh tonight

Then how the reindeer loved him (loved him)

And they shouted out with glee (ha, ha, ha)

Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer (reindeer)

You'll go down in history...(like George Washington)

`3020 SILENT NIGHT Good

3020 CHRISTIANS ALL REJOICE,

Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright

Round yon virgin, mother and child,

Holy Infant so tender and mild,

Sleep in heavenly peace, sleep in heavenly peace

Silent night, holy night, Shepherds quake, at the sight

Glories stream from heaven afar

Heavenly hosts sing alleluia,

Christ the Saviour is born, Christ the Saviour is born

Silent night, holy night, Son of God Love's pure light

Radiant beams from thy holy face,

With the dawn of redeeming grace,

Jesus, Lord at Thy birth, Jesus, Lord at Thy birth

3021 WHILE SHEPHERDS WATCHED

While shepherds watched their flocks by night

All seated on the ground

The angel of the Lord came down

And glory shone around

'Fear not,' said he: for mighty dread

Had seized their troubled mind;

'Glad tidings of great joy I bring

To you and all mankind

'To you in David's town this day

Is born of David's line

A Saviour, who is Christ the Lord;

And this shall be the sign:

'The heavenly Babe you there shall find

To human view displayed,

All meanly wrapped in swathing bands,

And in a manger laid.'

Thus spake the seraph; and forthwith

Appeared a shining throng

Of angels praising God, who thus

Addressed their joyful song

'All glory be to God on high,

And to the earth be peace;

Good will henceforth from heaven to mei

Begin and never cease

3022 WE THREE KINGS OF ORIENT ARE

We three kings of Orient are, bearing gifts we traverse afar

Field and fountain, moor and mountain following yonder star

O star of wonder, star of night, star with royal beauty bright

Westward leading, still proceeding, guide us to thy perfect light

Born a King on Bethlehem's plain, Gold I bring to crow n Him again

King forever, ceasing never, over us all to reign

Frankincense to offer have I, incense owns a Deity nigh

Prayer and praising, all men raising, worship Him, God most High

Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume, breathes a life of gathering gloom

Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying; sealed in The stone cold tomb

Glorious now behold Him arise, King and God and sacrifice

Alleluia, Alleluia, earth to the heavens replies

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3023 WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS

We wish you a merry Christmas

We wish you a merry Christmas

We wish you a merry Christmas

And a happy New Year

We want some figgy pudding (3 times)

And a cup of good cheer

We won't go until we get some (3 times)

So bring it out here!

We wish you a Merry Christmas (3 times)

And a happy New Year

DAY TRIP TO BANGOR

(Debbie Cook) As sung by Fiddler's Dram

Chorus:Didn't we have a lovely time

The day we went to Bangor

A beautiful day, we had lunch on the way

And all for under a pound, you know

That on the way back I cuddled with Jack

And we opened a bottle of cider

Singing a few of our favourite songs

As the wheels went around

Do you recall the thrill of it all

As we walked along the seafront

Then on the sand we heard a brass band

That made a tiddly tum ta ra ra

Elsie and me had one cup of tea

Then we took a paddling boat out

Thrashing away as we sailed round the bay

As the wheels went around

Wasn't it nice eating chocolate ice

As we strolled around the fun fair

Then we ate eels on the big Paris wheel

As we sailed about the ground but then

We had to be quick 'cause Elsie fell sick

And we had to find somewhere to take her

I said to her lad, what made her feel bad

Was the wheel going around

Can't you still hear the noise on the pier

As we took a breath of sea air

Having a go at every side show

We passed along the way, we had

Our fortunes told, when it turned a bit cold

And a go on the tombola

It was such a surprise 'cause I won a prize

When the wheel went around

Elsie and me, we finished our tea

And we said good bye to the seaside

Jumped on the bus, closer to us

Oh isn't it a shame to go

Wouldn't it be grand to have cash on demand

And to live like this for always

Oh it makes me feel ill when I think of the mill

And the wheels going around

3028 THE CHERRY TREE CAROL

When Joseph was an old man, an old man was he,

He married Virgin Mary, the queen of Galilee,

He married Virgin Mary, the queen of Galilee.

Joseph and Mary walked through an orchard green,

There were berries and cherries as thick as might be seen

There were berries and cherries as thick as might be seen

And Mary spoke to Joseph, so meek and so mild,

"Joseph gather me some cherries, for I am with child,

Joseph gather me some cherries, for I am with child."

And Joseph flew in anger, in anger flew he,

"Let the father of the baby gather cherries for thee,

Let the father of the baby gather cherries for thee."

Then up spoke the baby Jesus from in Mary's womb,

"Bend down the tallest tree that my mother might have some,

Bend down the tallest tree that my mother might have some."

And bent down the tallest branch, 'till it touched Mary's hand,

Cried she, "Oh look thou Joseph I have cherries by command,"

Cried she, "Oh look thou Joseph I have cherries by command."

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Child #54

This is one of the most popular of English religious folk

ballads. Its tale derives from the Pseudo-Matthew gospel, and in

medieval times was frequently dramatized in folk plays and

mystery pageants including, among others, those performed by the

Grey Friars in Coventry. Fuller versions of the ballad sometimes

contain predictions of Jesus' birth, death, and resurrection.

From "British Ballads and Folk Songs from the Joan Baez

Songbook."

DC

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INDEX Advance Australia Fair............................ 117, 118 African Swallow ............................................ 66 After the Ball ................................................ 23 Alexander's Ragtime Band............................... 84 All For My Grog............................................142 All my trials.................................................135 Alnwick Castle.............................................. 30 And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda..............117 Andrew's Polka............................................. 44 Angels we have heard on high.........................170 Anniversary Waltz ........................................115 Another Fall of Rain......................................... 1 Are You Lonesome Tonight?............................ 27 Arrivaderci Roma.........................................102 Ash Grove..................................................129 Ashokan Farewell.......................................... 21 Athol Highlanders.......................................... 54 Auld Lang Syne...........................................115 Away in a Manger.........................................170 Baby Face.................................................110 Ballade Irlandaise.........................................124 Banana boat Song........................................105 Barren Rocks of Aden.................................... 79 Barrett's Half Century ..................................... 55 Basil Cosgrove's ........................................... 97 Battle Hymn of the Republic............................. 98 Battle of Jerico.............................................137 Beer Barrel Polka.......................................... 18 Belfast Almanac ............................................ 56 Berkshire Tragedy ........................................129 Billy of Tea................................................... 19 Black Velvet Band........................................142 Blarney Pilgrim ............................................. 50 Blaydon Races ............................................... 7 Blind Mary ..................................................121 Blue Moon..................................................106 Bluebell Polka............................................... 43 Bobby Shaftoe........................................... 7, 73 Bodmin Riding March..................................... 14 Boll Weevil..................................................135 Bonnie Kate................................................. 12 BONNY BREAST KNOT ................................. 79 Bonny Doon................................................. 19 Botany Bay .................................................. 28 Boulavogue.................................................. 28 Boy's Lament for His Dragan............................ 87 Bride's Favorite............................................. 57 Brighton Camp.............................................. 45 British Grenadiers.......................................... 79 Bye Bye Blackbird........................................110 Caddam Wood............................................. 71 Calypso Carol..............................................184 Can Can..................................................... 68 Can Can..................................................... 69 Careless Love.............................................. 72 Carneval di Venezia......................................104 Carolan's Concerto.......................................120 Carolan's draught.........................................119 Catalpa......................................................... 6 CHAIN DOUBLE QUADRILLE.......................... 67 Charles Lynch.............................................. 24 Chase me Charlie in G................................... 78 Cherry Tree Carol.........................................185 Chicken dance.............................................113 Christmas Day .............................................184 Church St...................................................... 4 Cindy.........................................................138 Clare Jig ....................................................... 7 Clare Jig ..................................................... 73 Clementine.................................................136 Click Go the Shears.............................. 11, 34,96 Cock O' the North in D.................................... 78 Cock o' the North........................................... 59 Cock of the North in G.................................... 78 Coconut woman...........................................105 Colleen....................................................... 59 Colleen......................................................... 8 COLONIALS QUADRILLE............................... 68 Columbus's Sword......................................... 71 Coming in on a Wing...................................... 72 Coming 'Round the Mountain..........................136 Copper Kettle..............................................134 Corn Rigs .................................................... 64 Cornish Floral Dance...................................... 80

Cosgrove's Schottiche.................................... 97 Cruising Down the River in G........................... 25 Cruising Down the River.................................. 26 Cuckoo is a Pretty Bird..................................133 Cuckoo Waltz............................................... 24 CUMBERLAND REEL.................................... 53 Cumberland Reel .......................................... 53 Cunnamulla Stocking Jig................................. 56 Daisy Daisy in F........................................... 26 Daisy Daisy in G........................................... 25 Danny Boy ..................................................143 Darling Clementine.......................................100 Dashing White Sergeant ................................. 12 Davy Nicknack................................................ 5 Day Trip to Bangor........................................139 Deck the Halls .............................................171 Dennis Murphys.............................................. 5 Devil Among the Taylors ................................. 56 Dicey Reilly.................................................143 Didn't He Ramble.......................................... 72 Ding Dong Merrily on High..............................171 Dingle Regatta................................................ 7 Dirty Old Town.............................................144 Do You Hear the People Sing?......................... 88 Donkey Riding.............................................. 12 Donna Donna..............................................133 D'Oro Waltz ................................................. 31 Dorset Four Hand Reels.................................. 70 Dorsetshire Hornpipe..................................... 93 Down at the Old Bull and Bush......................... 27 Down By The Riverside..................................110 Down by the Sally Gardens.............................144 Down in the Valley ........................................137 Drops of Brandy ............................................ 60 Drover's Dream............................................. 11 Drovers Dream ............................................. 34 Drowsy Maggie............................................. 63 Drunken Sailor.............................................132 Early in the Morning...................................... 87 Early One Morning........................................132 Edelweiss.................................................... 32 Endearing Young Charms................................ 20 Euabalong Ball ............................................. 28 Fairy dance................................................125 Father O'Flynn.............................................. 13 Father's Polka.............................................. 44 Fathom The Bowl.........................................130 Fiddler's Green............................................145 Fields of Athenry ..........................................145 Fiery Clock Fyece............................................ 6 Finnegan's Wake..........................................146 First Noel....................................................172 Flossy O'Toole.............................................. 33 Flowers of Edinburgh..................................... 74 Flying Pieman.......................................... 47, 48 Foggy Dew .................................................131 Foggy Foggy Dew ........................................132 For He's a Jolly Good Fellow ...........................115 For Ireland I'd not tell her Name.......................122 Forty Pound Float............................................ 2 Four Sister's................................................. 41 Foxhunter.................................................... 60 Galway Bay................................................147 Garryowen................................................... 47 German Waltz 1............................................ 30 Girl I Left Behind Me................................. 45, 77 Girl With the Blue Dress on............................ 4, 8 Glory Shines ................................................ 73 Go to the Devil and Shake Yourself ................... 57 God Defend New Zealand..............................118 God Rest You Merry Gentlemen......................172 God Save the King........................................118 Good Christian Men Rejoice............................173 Good King Wensleslas ..................................173 Goodnight Sweetheart.................................... 42 Grand Old Duke of York.................................. 85 Grandfathers Clock.......................................... 5 Great Storm is Over......................................134 Gypsy Rover...............................................147 Hackett's Schottiche...................................... 97 Happy Birthday ............................................116 Happy Wanderer..........................................135 Hark! The Herald Angels Sing.........................174

Harper's Frolick............................................. 12 Harvest Moon Schottische............................... 96 Haste to the Wedding..................................... 49 Haymaker's.................................................... 9 HEDLAND SCRATCH BAND SETS..................... 1 Heel and Toe Polka....................................... 13 Herb's Jig.................................................... 47 Hogmanay ................................................... 51 Hokey Pokey ...............................................114 Holly and the Ivy..........................................174 Holy Ground................................................148 Home On The Range....................................100 Homecoming................................................ 33 House of ther Rising Sun................................. 99 Hull's Victory ................................................ 76 Hundred Pipers........................................ 78, 83 I Belong to Glasgow....................................... 27 I Know Where I'm Going................................149 I Never Will Marry.........................................128 I Still Call Australia Home...............................117 If You Knew Susie......................................... 18 If You're Irish Come into the Parlour.............16, 169 I'll Take You Home Again Kathleen...................149 I'll Tell My Ma............................................... 13 I'll Tell My Ma..............................................149 I'm a Rover Seldom Sober..............................150 I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas ...................175 Irish Rover..................................................150 Irish Stew .................................................... 46 Irish Washerwoman....................................... 13 Island in the Sun..........................................105 It's a Long Way to Tipparary.......................15, 151 I've Got A Lovely Bunch of Cocoanuts................ 17 Jack Broke Da Prison Door............................. 65 Jacob's Ladder............................................129 Jamaica Farewell .........................................105 Jambalaya................................................... 99 Jenny Lind polkas.......................................... 44 Jingle Bells .................................................175 Jockey to the Fair.......................................... 58 John Brown's Body ..................................73, 136 John of Paris................................................ 58 John Peel.................................................... 86 Joy to the World...........................................176 Jug of Punch...............................................151 Keel Row.................................................... 75 Kelly the Boy From Killanne ............................. 81 Kelvin Grove...............................................123 Kesh Jig...................................................... 48 Kesh.......................................................... 49 Kilgary Mountain..........................................166 King of the Fairies ........................................125 Kumbaya....................................................130 La Cucaracha.............................................103 La Russe..................................................... 75 La Va......................................................... 95 Lament on the Death of Rev. Archie Beaton........122 Last Night I Had the Strangest Dream ...............116 Lazy Harry's................................................... 2 Leaving of Liverpool.................................14, 152 Lest We Forget............................................116 Let Me Call You Sweetheart............................. 23 Levi Jackson...............................................101 Liberty Bell................................................... 55 Life is All Chequered...................................... 46 Life on the Ocean Wave.................................. 59 Lilliburlero.................................................... 59 Lincolnshire Poacher........................................ 8 Little Brown Jug............................................ 44 Little Drummer Boy .......................................176 Loch Lomond................................................. 5 Londonderry Air ...........................................143 Long Black Veil............................................131 Long Long Trail............................................130 Lord of the Dance.......................................... 86 Louisburg ...................................................... 9 Love is a Beautiful Song.................................. 27 Love is Teasin'.............................................152 Loveliest Night of the Year............................... 26 MacPherson's Lament..................................126 Maggie May ................................................153 Maids When You're Young.............................153 Mairi's Wedding...........................................154

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Mama Don't Allow.......................................... 72 Manchester Galop ......................................... 77 Manchester hornpipe...................................... 94 Marble Halls................................................108 March of the King of Laoise............................. 86 Margaret's waltz ............................................ 24 Marie's Wedding........................................... 73 Marino Waltz...............................................124 Mary Hamilton.............................................133 Mary's Boy Child ..........................................178 McNamara's Band......................................... 16 Men of Harlech............................................. 79 Merrily Kiss the Quaker.............................. 50, 61 Merry Blacksmith........................................... 63 Mexican Hat dance.......................................113 Michael Row the Boat Ashore..........................137 Midnight Special...........................................138 Milord........................................................140 Minstrel Boy ......................................... 122, 154 Minuet from Berenice....................................141 Miss Kate Rusby ..........................................127 MODERN DANCE........................................109 Molly Malone...............................................155 Monk's March............................................... 86 Moreton Bay ................................................ 28 Mountains of Mourne.....................................156 Mr Hitler...................................................... 82 Mrs Grace Bowie........................................... 51 Muckin' ......................................................... 9 Mudgee Schottiche........................................ 41 Mudgee Schottische....................................... 96 Munster Cloak .............................................. 33 My Old Man................................................. 15 No Hiding Place Down There..........................137 No Nay Never..............................................168 No title........................................................ 69 O Come All Ye Faithful .................................177 O Little Town of Bethlehem.............................177 O Sole Mio..................................................104 O Suzannah................................................. 98 O'Brien's Jig................................................. 57 Oh Dear What Can the Matter Be?.................... 58 Oh Johnny Oh Johnny Oh! .............................111 Oh You Beautiful Doll....................................111 Old Joe Clark ............................................... 98 Old Legacy .................................................... 7 Old Orange Flute..........................................157 Old Palmer's Song........................................... 1 On Christmas Night.......................................178 On Top of Old Smoky....................................136 Once in Royal David's City..............................177 Onward Christian Soldiers..............................116 Orotaba Waltz .............................................. 29 Our God our help in Ages Past........................116 Over The Rainbow........................................107 Oyster Girl..................................................... 9 Pack up your Troubles................................... 15 Perfect Cure................................................... 6 Pick a Bale of Cotton.....................................135 Pinch of Snuff............................................... 62 Pine Tree Flat Barn Dance.............................. 97 Pirate Chorus ............................................... 89 Plaisir d'Amour............................................. 24 Planxty George Brabazon...............................119 Planxty Hewlett............................................119 Planxty Irwin................................................ 20 Pokare Kare Ana..........................................130 Port Hedland Carol .......................................182 Portsmouth.................................................. 79 Princess Royal.............................................. 77 Put your Little Foot......................................... 95 Puttin' On the Style.......................................138 Quartermaster's Stores.................................. 17 Rachel Rae................................................125 Raglan Road................................................ 81 Rakes Mallow ............................................... 12 Rakes of Mallow.............................................. 2 Rare Oul' Times...........................................158 Rattlin' Bog .................................................... 5 Red River Valley ................................... 100, 136 Red Wing.................................................... 68 Reedy River................................................123 Reel De Montreal .......................................... 76 Reilly's Daughter..........................................159

Repasz....................................................... 85 Resting Chair ..............................................126 Rickett's hornpipe.......................................... 94 Ride a Cock horse to Banbury Cross.................. 58 Rights of Man............................................... 94 Rising of the Moon........................................159 Roaring Jelly ................................................ 55 Robbie Hobkirk's........................................... 44 Rock around the Clock..................................113 Rocky Road To Dublin.................................... 60 Roddy McCorley......................................... 1, 81 Roisin Dubh with ornamentation.......................127 Roisin Dubh................................................127 Roll out the Barrel.......................................... 18 Rose of Aranmore......................................... 19 Rose of Tralee.............................................160 Rose Tree..................................................... 3 Roxburgh Castle........................................... 90 Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer.......................179 Rum Rebellion.............................................. 47 Saddle the Pony ...................................... 46, 49 Sail Away Ladies..........................................137 Sailor.........................................................106 Sally Gardens............................................... 64 Sally Sloane's .............................................. 95 Santa Lucia.................................................103 Sash My Father Wore....................................160 Scarborough Fair .........................................128 Scarterglen.................................................. 67 Scotland the Brave.......................................... 6 Scottish Wood .............................................. 33 SET DANCE: EVENING THREE STEP.............. 55 SET DANCE: VIRGINIA REEL......................... 73 Seventy Ninth Highlander's farewell to Gibraltar.... 82 Seventy Six Trombones .................................. 83 Shady Grove...............................................128 Shandon Bells .............................................. 46 Ship Ahoy.................................................... 17 Shoals of Herring.........................................128 Si Beg Si Mor ..............................................125 Silent Night.................................................179 Silv er Spear................................................. 76 Silver Threads Among the Gold.......................107 Smash Windows........................................... 49 Soldier's Joy................................................. 74 South Wind.................................................. 20 Spanish Lady .......................................... 3, 161 Spanish Waltz .............................................. 30 Speed the plough.......................................... 66 Spey in Spate............................................... 65 St Anne's Reel.............................................. 62 St Anthony ..................................................... 5 St Mary's....................................................... 4 Star of the County Down................................162 Stars up above............................................123 Staten Island................................................ 74 Steam Boat.................................................. 90 Strangers in the Night....................................107 Streets of London.........................................139 STRIP THE WILLOW..................................... 54 Susanna Suzanna......................................... 98 Swallow's Nest ............................................. 49 Sweet Jenny Jones.......................................131 Sweet Rosie O' Grady in D.............................. 25 Sweet Rosie O' Grady .................................... 26 Tempest................................................... 4, 8 Tennessee waltz........................................... 25 THADY THOU GANDER................................. 49 That Big Rock Candy Mountain........................101 That's Amore...............................................102 There But For Fortune...................................134 There's a Tavern in the Town........................... 15 Three Drovers .............................................183 Tie a Yellow Ribbon......................................139 Tobin's Favourite........................................... 56 Today ......................................................... 32 Tom Blackman's............................................ 19 Tom Dooley ................................................101 Too Young..................................................106 Toss the Feathers......................................... 75 Town I Loved So Well....................................163 Traveller...................................................... 65 Trip to Bavaria.............................................. 71 Tripping Upstairs........................................... 48 Turkey in the Straw ........................................ 62 Twist.........................................................113

VARSOVIENNA........................................... 95 Villikins and his Dinah....................................157 VIRGINIA REEL............................................ 72 Walkin' My Baby Back Home..........................112 Walter Bulwer#2............................................ 70 Walter Bulwer's Polkas ................................... 43 Waltz for Mr & Mrs Lysons............................... 31 Waltzing Matilda Buderim................................ 11 Waltzing Matilda Cowra.................................. 11 Waltzing Matilda............................................ 34 Wangaratta waltz .......................................... 31 WASHINGTON POST.................................... 55 Waves of Tory ............................................ 2, 3 Waxies' Dargle............................................164 We Shall Not Be Moved.................................. 72 We Three Kings of Orient Are..........................180 We Wish You a Merry Christmas......................181 Wearing of the Green..................................... 87 Welsh Rabbit...............................................123 When I Grow Too Old To dream ....................... 23 When Irish Eyes are Smiling......................32, 164 When the Red Red Robin...............................111 When the Saints............................................ 99 When You and I Were Young Maggie................165 Where Have All the Flowers Gone?................... 99 While Shepherds Watched Their Flocks.............180 Whiskey in the Jar ........................................166 White Cliffs of Dover...................................... 42 Wild Colonial Boy ....................................28, 167 Wild Rover..................................................168 Willafjord..................................................... 63 WILLOW TREE............................................. 50 Wiltshire Six Hand Reel.................................. 70 Wind That Shakes the Barley ........................... 66 Winster Gallop.................................... 53, 70, 77 Winster Processional...................................... 83 Wish Me Luck as you Wave Me Goodbye........... 42 With a Shillelagh Under My Arm........................ 16 Woodcutter's Jig............................................ 10 Worried Man Blues .......................................100 Yankee Doodle............................................ 98 Yarmouth Reel.............................................. 67 Yellow Rose Of Texas...................................100 You Are My Sunshine..................................... 17 You! You! You! ............................................106


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