The Summertime has come
And the trees are sweetly blooming
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather
Will ye go, lassie, go?
And we'll all go together
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather
Will ye go, lassie, go?
I will build my love a bower
By yon clear crystal fountain
And on it I will plant
All the flowers of the mountain
Will ye go, lassie, go?
And we'll all go together...
And if my true love she won't come
I will surely find another
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather
Will ye go, lassie, go?
And we'll all go together...
I will build my love a shelter
On yon high mountain green
And my love shall be fairest
That the summer sun has seen
Will ye go, lassie, go?
And we'll all go together
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather
Will ye go, lassie, go?
Guitar chords for The Wild Mountain Thyme
C F C
The Summertime has come
F C
And the trees are sweetly blooming
F Am
And the wild mountain thyme
Dm7 F
Grows a-round the blooming heather
G F C
Will ye go, lassie go?
F C
And we'll all go to-gether
F Am
To pull wild mountain thyme
Dm7 F
All a-round the blooming heather
G F C
Will ye go, lassie go?
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn!
Now is the time for a child to be born
If he's a boy he'll carry a gun
Sang the crow on the cradle
If it should be that our baby's a girl
Never you mind if her hair doesn't curl
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
And a bomber above her wherever she goes
Sang the crow on the cradle
Rockabye, baby, the dark and the light
Somebody's baby is born for a fight
Rockabye baby the white and the black
Somebody's baby is not coming back
Sang the crow on the cradle
Your mammy and pappy they'll scrape and they'll save
Build you a coffin and dig you a grave
Hushabye, little one, why do you weep?
We've got a toy that will put you to sleep
Sang the crow on the cradle
Oh bring me a gun and I'll shoot that crow dead
That's what your mammy and pappy once said
The crow's on my cradle, oh what shall I do?
That is a thing that I leave to you
Sang the crow on the cradle
Jackson Browne
Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly
Blow the wind south o'er the bonny blue sea.
Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly
Blow bonny breeze, my lover to me.
The told me last night there are ships in the offing
And I hurried down to the deep rolling sea
But my eye could not see it where'er it might be
The barque that is bearing my lover to me.
Blow the wind southerly ...
Blow the wind south that my lover may come,
Blow the wind southerly ...
Blow bonny breeze and bring him safe home.
I stood by the lighthouse that last time we parted
Till darkness came o'er the deep rolling sea
And I no longer saw the bright barque of my lover
Blow bonny breeze and bring him to me.
Blow the wind southerly ...
Blow the wind south o'er the bonny blue sea
Blow the wind southerly ...
Blow bonny breeze my lover to me.
Is it sweet to hear the breeze singing
As lightly it comes o'er the deep rolling sea
But sweeter and dearer by far when 'tis bringing
The barque of my true love in safety to me.
Si si si si banaha
Yacu sin a lo do banaha
Banaha
Si si si si banaha
Yacu sin a lo do banaha
Banaha
Banaha, banaha
Yacu sin a lo do banaha
Banaha, banaha
Yacu sin a lo do banaha
Banaha, banaha
Yacu sin a lo do banaha
Banaha, banaha
Yacu sin a lo do banaha
My Grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half than the old man himself
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more
It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born
And was always his pleasure and pride,
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died
Ninety years without slumbering, tick tock, tick tock
His life's seconds numbering, tick tock, tick tock
It stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died
In watching its pendulum swing to and fro
Many hours had he spent as a boy
And in childhood and manhood the clock seemed to know
And to share in his grief and his joy
For it struck twenty four as he entered in the door
With his blushing and beautiful bride
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died
Ninety years without slumbering...
My Grandfather said that of those he could hire
Not a servant more true could be found
For it wasted no time and had but one desire
At the end of each week to be wound
And it kept in its place, not a frown upon its face
And its hands never hung by its side
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died
Ninety years without slumbering...
It struck an alarm in the dead of the night
An alarm that for years had been dumb
And we knew that his spirit was poised for its flight
That the hour of departure had come
Still the clock kept strict 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
Ninety years without slumbering, tick tock, tick tock
His life's seconds numbering, tick tock, tick tock
It stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died
Guitar chords for My Grandfather’s Clock
C G C F
My Grandfather’s clock was too large for the shelf
C G C
So it stood ninety years on the floor
G C F
It was taller by half than the old man him-self
C G C
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more
D7 G
It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born
C D7 G
And was always his pleasure and pride
C G C F
But it stopped, short, never to go a-gain
C G C
When the old man died
C
Ninety years without slumbering, tick tock,tick tock
His life seconds numbering, tick tock,tick tock
G C F
It stopped short, never to go a-gain
C G C
When the old man died
In Plymouth Town there lived a maid
Bless you young women
In Plymouth Town there lived a maid
Mark well what I do say
In Plymouth Town there lived a maid
And she was mistress of her trade
I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid
A-roving a-roving
Since roving's been my ruin
I'll go no more a-roving
With you, fair maid
I took this fair maid for a walk
Bless you young women
I took this fair maid for a walk
Mark well what I do say
I took this fair maid for a walk
And we had such a loving talk
I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid
A-roving a-roving
Since roving's been my ruin
I'll go no more a-roving
With you, fair maid
I put my arm around her waist
Bless you young women
I put my arm around her waist
Mark well what I do say
I put my arm around her waist
Cried she; Young man, you're in great haste
I'll go no more a-roving with thee, fair maid
A-roving a-roving
Since roving's been my ruin
I'll go no more a-roving
With you, fair maid
I took that maid upon my knee
Bless you young women
I took that maid upon my knee
Mark well what I do say
I took that maid upon my knee
Cried she; Young man, you're much too free
I'll go no more a-roving with thee fair maid
A-roving a-roving
Since roving's been my ruin
I'll go no more a-roving
With you, fair maid
She swore that she'd be true to me
Bless you young women
She swore that she'd be true to me
Mark well what I do say
She swore that she'd be true to me,
But spent my money both fast and free
I'll go no more a-roving with thee, fair maid
A-roving a-roving
Since roving's been my ruin
I'll go no more a-roving
With you, fair maid
Now when I got back home from sea
Bless you young women
Now when I got back home from sea
Mark well what I do say
Now when I got back home from sea
A soldier had her on his knee
I'll go no more a-roving with thee fair maid
A-roving a-roving
Since roving's been my ruin
I'll go no more a-roving
With you, fair maid
There once was a troop of Irish Dragoons
Came marching down through Fyvie-O
And our Captain's fell in love wi' a lady like a dove
The fairest maiden in Fyvie-O
There's many a bonny lass in the hire of Inverness
There's many a bonny lass in the Fyvie-O
There's many a bonny Jean in the streets of Aberdeen
But the fairest o' them all is pretty Peggy-O
Come tripping down the stairs pretty Peggy my dear
Come tripping down the stairs pretty Peggy-O
Come tripping down the stairs, comb back your yellow hair
And bid a last farewell to your mammy-O
What would your mammy think if she heard the guineas chink
And the hautboys playing afore ye-O?
What would your mammy think if she heard the guineas chink
And kenned you were married to a soldier O?
I never did intend a soldier's wife to be
I never will marry a soldier-O
I never did intend going to a foreign land
I'd rather bide here with my mammy-O
Then its up cries the Colonel mount boys mount
Oh tarry cries our captain oh tarry-O
Oh tarry for a while for another day or two
To see if this fair maiden will marry O
It was early the next morning as we marched away
And oh, but our captain was sorry-O
The drums they did beat o'er the bonnie braes o'gight
And the fife played the Lowlands of Fyvie-O
Go tell Aunt Rhody, go tell Aunt Rhody
Go tell Aunt Rhody that the old grey goose is dead
The one she's been saving, the one she's been saving
The one she's been saving to make a feather bed
She died in a mill pond, she died in a mill pond
She died in a mill pond standing on her head
The goslings are crying, the goslings are crying
The goslings are crying cause their mammy's dead
The gander is weepin,' the gander is weepin
The gander is weepin' cause his wife is dead
Go tell Aunt Rhody, go tell Aunt Rhody
Go tell Aunt Rhody that the old grey goose is dead
There is a tavern in the town, in the town
And there my true love sits him down, sits him down
And he drinks his wine 'mid laughter free
And never, never thinks of me, thinks of me
Fare thee well for I must leave you
Do not let this parting grieve you
But remember that the best of friends must part
Adieu, adieu, kind friends, adieu, adieu, adieu
I can no longer stay with you, stay with you
I'll hang my harp on the weeping willow tree
And may the world go well with thee, well with thee
He left me for a damsel dark, damsel dark
Each Friday night we used to spark, used to spark
And now my love once true to me
Takes that dark damsel on his knee, on his knee
Fare thee well for I must leave you...
Oh dig my grave both wide and deep, wide and deep
Put tombstones at my head and feet, head and feet
And on my breast carve a turtle-dove
To signify that I died of love, of love
Fare thee well for I must leave you
Do not let this parting grieve you
But remember that the best of friends must part
Adieu, adieu, kind friends, adieu, adieu, adieu
I can no longer stay with you, stay with you
I'll hang my harp on the weeping willow tree
And may the world go well with thee, well with thee
Guitar chords for There is a Tavern in the Town
G
There is a tavern in the town, in the town
D7
And there my true love sits him down, sits him down
G C
And he drinks his wine 'mid laughter free
D7 G
And never, never thinks of me, thinks of me
G
Fare thee well for I must leave you
C
Do not let this parting grieve you
D G
But remember that the best of friends must part
G
Adieu, adieu, kind friends, adieu, adieu, adieu
D7
I can no longer stay with you, stay with you
G C
I'll hang my harp on the weeping willow tree
D7 G
And may the world go well with thee, well with thee
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
Speed bonnie boat...
Many's the lad fought on that day
Well the claymore could wield
When the night came silently lay
Dead on Culloden's field
Speed bonnie boat...
Though the waves leap, soft shall he sleep
Ocean's a royal bed
Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep
Watch by your weary head
Speed bonnie boat...
Burned are our homes, exile and death
Scattered the loyal men
Yet e'er the sword cool in the sheath
Charlie will come again
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
Guitar chords for Skye Boat Song
A F#m Bm E
Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing
A D A
Onward the sailors cry
F#m Bm E
Carry the lad that's born to be king
A D A
Over the sea to Skye
F#m Bm
Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar
F#m D F#m
Thunderclaps rend the air
Bm
Baffled our foes stand by the shore
F#m D F#m,—E7.
Follow they will not dare