In South Australia I was born
Heave away, haul away
In South Australia 'round Cape Horn
We're bound for South Australia
Haul away, you rolling kings
Heave away, haul away
Haul away, oh hear me sing
We're bound for South Australia
As I walked out one morning fair
Heave away, haul away
'Twas there I saw Miss Nancy bare
We're bound for South Australia
Haul away, you rolling kings...
I shook her up, I shook her down
Heave away, haul away
I shook her round and round the town
We're bound for South Australia
Haul away, you rolling kings...
There ain't but one thing grieves my mind
Heave away, haul away
To leave Miss Nancy's bare behind
We're bound for South Australia
Haul away, you rolling kings...
And as we wallop around Cape Horn
Heave away, haul away
You'll wish to God you'd never been born
We're bound for South Australia
Haul away, you rolling kings
Heave away, haul away
Haul away, oh hear me sing
We're bound for South Australia
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 pathways awhile
Come and sit by my side if you love me
Do not hasten to bid me adieu
Just remember the Red River Valley
And the cowboy who loved you so true
Do you think of the valley you're leaving
Oh how lonely, how lonesome 'twill be
Do you think of the fond hearts you're grieving
And the pain you are causing to me
Come and sit by my side if you love me...
I've been thinking a long time, my darling
Of the sweet words you never would say
Now alas for my fond heart is breaking
For they say you are going away
Come and sit by my side if you love me...
They will bury me where you have wandered
On the hills where the daffodils grow
When you're gone from the Red River Valley
For I can't live without you, I know
Come and sit by my side if you love me
Do not hasten to bid me adieu
Just remember the Red River Valley
And the cowboy who loved you so true
Guitar chords for Red River Valley
C
From this valley they say you are going
G7
We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile
C F
For they say you are taking the sunshine
C G7 C
That has brightened our pathways awhile
O Where are you going, says Milder to Malder,
O I cannot tell you, says Festel to Fose,
We're going to the green woods, says John the Red Nose (x2)
O what will you to there, says Milder to Malder
O I cannot tell you, says Festel to Fose,
We'll shoot the Cutty Wren, says John the Red Nose (x2)
O how will you shoot her, says Milder to Malder
O I cannot tell you, says Festel to Fose,
With bows and with arrows says John the Red Nose (x2)
O that will not do, says Milder to Malder
O what will you do then, says Festel to Fose,
With guns and with cannons, says John the Red Nose (x2)
O how will you bring her home, says Milder to Malder
O I cannot tell you says Festel to Fose,
On four strong men's shoulders, says John the Red Nose (x2)
O that will not do, says Milder to Malder
O what will do then, says Festel to Fose,
With carts and with waggons, says John the Red Nose (x2)
With what will you cut her up, says Milder to Malder
O I cannot tell you says Festel to Fose,
With knives and with forks, says John the Red Nose (x2)
O that will not do, says Milder to Malder
O what will do then, says Festel to Fose
With hatchets and cleavers, says John the Red Nose (x2)
O how will you boil her, says Milder to Malder
O I cannot tell you says Festel to Fose,
In pots and in kettles, says John the Red Nose (x2)
O that will not do, says Milder to Malder
O what will do then, says Festel to Fose,
In a bloody great brass cauldron, says John the Red Nose (x2)
O who'll have the spare ribs, says Milder to Malder
O I cannot tell you says Festel to Fose,
Build your fire of hickory, hickory, ash and oak
Don't use green or rotten wood,
they'll get you by the smoke
In 1649 to St George's Hill
A ragged band they called the Diggers
Came to show the people's will
They defied the landlords, they defied the laws
They were the dispossessed reclaiming what was theirs
We come in peace, they said, to dig and sow
We come to work the land in common
And to make the waste grounds grow
This earth divided, we will make whole
So it will be a common treasury for all
The sin of property we do disdain
No man has any right to buy and sell
The earth for private gain
By theft and murder they took the land
Now everywhere the walls spring up at their command.
They make the laws to chain us well
The clergy dazzle us with heaven
Or they damn us into hell
We will not worship the god they serve
The god of greed who feeds the rich while poor folk starve
We work, we eat together, we need no swords
We will not bow to the masters
Or pay rent to the lords
We are free men, though we are poor
You Diggers all, stand up for glory, stand up now
From the men of property, the orders came
They sent the hired men and troopers
To wipe out the Diggers' claim
Tear down their cottages, destroy their corn
They were dispersed, but still the vision lingers on
You poor take courage, you rich take care
This earth was made a common treasury
For everyone to share
All things in common, all people one
We come in peace; the orders came to cut them down
Leon Rosselson
Guitar chords for World Turned Upside Down
C Dm
In 1649 to St George's Hill
F
A ragged band they called the diggers
C
Came to show the people's will
Dm
They defied the landlords,they defied the laws
F C G C
They were the dispossessed re-claiming what was theirs
As I went walking that ribbon of highway
I saw above me that endless skyway
I saw below me that golden valley; and I thought
This land is made for you and me
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California to the New York Island
From the redwood forests to the Gulf Stream waters
This land is made for you and me
I roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
To the sparkling souls of our Diamond desert
All around me a voice was chanting
This land is made for you and me
This land is your land...
Sun came shining as I was strolling
And the wheat sheaves waving and the dust clouds rolling,
And a voice was sounding; and the fog was lifting; and it said
This land is made for you and me
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California to the New York Island
From the redwood forests to the Gulf Stream waters
This land is made for you and me
Woody Guthrie
Guitar chords for This Land is Your Land
C F C
As I went walking that ribbon of highway
G7 C, C7
I saw a-bove me that endless skyway
F C
I saw be-low me that golden valley and I thought
G7 C
This land is made for you and me
F C
This land is your land, this land is my land
G7 C
From Cali-fornia to the New York Island
F C
From the redwood forests to the Gulf Stream waters
G7 C
This land is made for you and me
What did you learn in school today
Dear little boy of mine?
What did you learn in school today
Dear little boy of mine?
I learned that Washington never told a lie
I learned that soldiers seldom die
I learned that everybody's free
That's what the teacher said to me
That's what I learned in school today
That's what I learned in school.
I learned that policemen are my friends
I learned that Justice never ends
I learned that murderers die for their crimes
Even if we make a mistake sometimes
I learned that our government must be strong
It's always right and never wrong
Our leaders are the finest men
And we select them, again and again
I learned that war is not so bad
I learned about the great ones we have had
We fought in Germany and in France
And some day I may get my chance
Tom Paxton
Under the full moonlight we dance, spirits, dance, we dance
Holding hands, we dance
Joining souls, rejoice
Tshotsholosa, kwesontaba
Stimela siphuma e Rhodesia
Tshotsholosa, kwesontaba
Stimela siphuma e Rhodesia
Wena uyabaleka, kwesontaba
Stimela siphuma e Rhodesia
Wena uyabaleka, kwesontaba
Stimela siphuma e Rhodesia
Todd Matshikiza
In English this song means:
Steam away, steam away over the hills, you train from Rhodesia. You are fast-moving through hills, steam away, you train from Rhodesia
In Dublin's fair city where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying Cockles and Mussels alive, alive oh!
She was a fishmonger, but sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her Father and Mother before
And they each wheeled their barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying Cockles and Mussels alive, alive oh!
She died of a fever and no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
Now her ghost wheels her barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Guitar chords for Cockles and Mussels
C Am Dm G7
In Dublin’s fair city, where the girls are so pretty
C Am Dm G7
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
C Am
As she wheeled her wheel-barrow
Dm G7
Through streets broad and narrow
C C C G7 C
Crying cockles and mussels a-live a-live oh
G7
Alive, alive oh! Alive, alive oh!
C G7 C
Crying cockles and mussels a-live a-live oh
Roll the old chariot along
Roll the old chariot along
Roll the old chariot along
And we'll all hang on behind
A plate of hot souse wouldn't do us any harm
A plate of hot souse wouldn't do us any harm
It would roll, roll, roll the old chariot along
And we'll all hang on behind
Roll the old chariot along...
Some fresh sea pie wouldn't do us any harm
Some fresh sea pie wouldn't do us any harm
It would roll, roll, roll the old chariot along
And we'll all hang on behind
Roll the old chariot along...
A new plum duff wouldn't do us any harm
A new plum duff wouldn't do us any harm
It would roll, roll, roll the old chariot along
And we'll all hang on behind
Roll the old chariot along...
A glass of whisky hot wouldn't do us any harm
A glass of whisky hot wouldn't do us any harm
It would roll, roll, roll the old chariot along
And we'll all hang on behind
Roll the old chariot along
Roll the old chariot along
Roll the old chariot along
And we'll all hang on behind