Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride
As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside
Mark now what followed and what did betide
For it bein' on Christmas mornin'
Now, for recreation, we went on a tramp
And we met Sergeant Napper and Corporal Vamp
And a little wee drummer intending to camp
For the day bein' pleasant and charmin'
Good morning, good morning, the Sergeant he cried
And the same to you, gentlemen, we did reply
Intending no harm but meant to pass by
For it bein' on Christmas mornin'
But, says he, My fine fellows, if you will enlist
Ten guineas in gold I'll stick to your fist
And a crown in the bargain for to kick up the dust
And drink the king's health in the morning
For a soldier, he leads a very fine life
And he always is blessed with a charming young wife
And he pays all his debts without sorrow or strife
And he always lives pleasant and charmin'
And a soldier, he always is decent and clean
In the finest of clothing he's constantly seen
While other poor fellows go dirty and mean
And sup on thin gruel in the morning
And we have no desire to take your advance
All hazards and dangers we barter on chance
For you'd have no scruples for to send us to France
Where we would get shot without warning
Oh no, says the Sergeant, I'll have no such chat
And neither will I take it from snappy young brats
For if you insult me with one other word
I'll cut off your heads in the morning
And Arthur and I, we soon drew our hogs
And we scarce gave them time to draw their own blades
When a trusty shillelagh came over their head
And bid them take that as fair warning
And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their sides
We flung them as far as we could in the tide
Now take them up, devils! cried Arthur McBride
And temper their edge in the mornin'!
And the little wee drummer, we flattened his bow
And we made a football of his rowdy-dow-dow
Threw it in the tide for to rock and to roll
And bade it a tedious returning
And we havin' no money, paid them off in cracks
We paid no respect to their two bloody backs
And we lathered them there like a pair of wet sacks
And left them for dead in the morning
And so, to conclude and to finish disputes
We obligingly asked if they wanted recruits
For we were the lads who would give them hard clouts
And bid them look sharp in the mornin
Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride
As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside
Mark now what followed and what did betide
For it bein' on Christmas mornin'
Well it's a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
'Neath the cover of October skies
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
You know the night's magic seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush...
Can I just have one a' more moondance with you, my love?
Can I just make some more romance with you, my love?
Well I wanna make love to you tonight
I can't wait till the morning has come
And I know now the time is just right
And straight into my arms you will run
And when you come my heart will be waiting
To make sure that you're never alone
There and then all my dreams will come true dear
There and then I will make you my own
And every time I touch you, you just tremble inside
And I know how much you want me that, you can't hide...
One more moondance with you
In the moonlight
On a magic night
la, la, la, la, in the moonlight
On a magic night
Can't I just have one more dance
With you my love?
Van Morrison
Guitar chords for Moondance
Intro: Am7 Am7 Am7 Am7
Bm7 Am7 Bm7 Am7
Well it's a marvellous night for a moon-dance
Bm7 Am7 Bm7 Am7
With the stars up a-bove in your eyes
Bm7 Am7 Bm7 Am7
A fan-tab-u-lous night to make romance
Bm7 Am7 Bm7 Am7
'Neath the cover of October skies
Bm7 Am7 Bm7 Am7
And all the leaves on the trees they are falling
Bm7 Am7 Bm7 Am7
To the sound of the breezes that blow
Bm7 Am7 Bm7 Am7
And I'm trying to please to the calling
Bm7 Am7 Bm7 Em Am
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
Dm7,G7 Am Dm7.G7 Am
And all the night's magic seems to whisper and hush
Dm7,G7, Am Dm E7+
And all the soft - moonlight seems to shine, in your blush
Am7 Bm7 Am7 Bm7
Can I just have one more moon-dance
Am7,Bm7 Am7 E7
With you, my love?
Am7 Bm7 Am7 Bm7
Can I just make some more ro-mance
Am7,Bm7,Am7 E7+
With a you, my love?
If I could, I surely would
Stand on the rock where Moses stood
Pharaoh's army got drowned
O Mary don't you weep
O Mary don't you weep, don't you moan
O Mary don't you weep, don't you moan
Pharaoh's army got drowned
O Mary don't you weep
Mary wore three links of chain
And on each link was Jesus' name
Pharaoh's army got drowned
O Mary don't you weep
O Mary don't you weep...
Mary wore three links of chain
And every one was Freedom's name
O Mary don't you weep...
One of these nights, about twelve o-clock
This old world's going to reel and rock
O Mary don't you weep...
Moses stood on the Red Sea shore
Shooting the water with a two-by-four
O Mary don't you weep...
God gave Noah the rainbow sign
No more water but fire next time
O Mary don't you weep...
The Lord told Moses what to do
To lead those Hebrew children through
Pharaoh's army got drowned
O Mary don't you weep
O Mary don't you weep, don't you moan
O Mary don't you weep, don't you moan
Pharaoh's army got drowned
O Mary don't you weep
Guitar chords for Mary Don’t You Weep
C G
If I could I surely would
C
Stand on the rock where Moses stood
F C
Pharaoh's army got drownded
G C
Oh Mary don't you weep
Hill an' gully
Hill an' gully
And then you bend down, down, down
Hill an' gully
And then you better mind your tumble down
Hill an' gully
If you tumble down you broke your neck
Hill an' gully
If you broke your neck you go to hell
Hill an' gully
This song (which can be sung as a round.) is from the Caribbean. Communities of farmers would help on each other’s farms, singing digging songs as they worked.
Down the way where the nights are gay
And the sun shines daily 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
Sounds of laughter everywhere
And the dancing girls swing to and fro
I must declare that my heart is there
Though I've been from Maine down to Mexico
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 as on their heads they bear
Husky rice and salt fish are nice
And the rum is fine any time of year
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
Irving Burgie
Guitar chords for Jamaica Farewell
C F
Down the way where the nights are gay
G7 C
And the sun shines daily on the mountain top
C F
I took a trip on a sailing ship
G7 C
And when I reached Jamaica, I made a stop
C F
But I’m sad to say, I'm on my way
G7 C
Won't be back for many a day
C F
My heart is down, my head is turning around
G C
I had to leave a little girl in Kingston Town
O Island in the sun
Willed to me by my father's hand
All my days I will sing in praise
Of your forest, waters, your shining sands
As morning breaks, the heaven on high
I lift my heavy load up to the sky
The sun comes out with a burning glow
Mingles my sweat with the earth below
O Island in the sun
Willed to me by my father's hand
All my days I will sing in praise
Of your forest, waters, your shining sands
I see woman on bended knee
Cutting cane for the family
I see man by the waterside
Casting his nets into the surging tide
O Island in the sun
Willed to me by my father's hand
All my days I will sing in praise
Of your forest, waters, your shining sands
This is my island in the sun
Where my people have toiled since time begun
And though I've sailed through many a sea
Its shores will always be home to me
Harry Belafonte and Lord Burgess
It's true my love's enlisted, and he wears the white cockade
He is a handsome young man, likewise a roving blade
He is a handsome young man, most right to serve the King
Oh my very, oh my very
Oh my very, oh my very
Heart is breaking all for the loss of him
As I walked out this morning, as I rambled over yon moss
I had no thought of 'listing, till a soldier did me cross
He kindly did invite me to take a flowing bowl
He advanced, he advanced
He advanced, he advanced
Me the money, two guineas and a crown
My love is tall and handsome and comely for to see
But by a sad misfortune a soldier now is he
May the man that first enlisted him not prosper night or day
How I wish that, how I wish that
How I wish that, how I wish that
He might perish all in the foaming spray
O may he never prosper and may he never thrive
In all he puts his hand upon as long as he's alive
May the very ground he treads upon the grass refuse to grow
Since he has been my, since he has been my
Since he has been my, since he has been my
Only cause of my sorrow, grief and woe
Then he's taken out his handkerchief to wipe the flowing eye
Wipe up, wipe up them flowing tears likewise those mournful sighs
And be you of good courage love till I return again
You and I love, you and I love
You and I love, you and I love
Will be married when I return again
More than 100 years old, this song was a favourite with the peasantry in every part of England, but especially in the mining districts of the north.
Last night I heard the wild goose cry
Winging north in the evening sky
I tried to sleep but it weren't no use
For I am the brother to the old wild goose
My heart knows what the wild goose knows
And I must go where the wild goose goes
Wild goose, brother goose, which is best?
A wandering soul, or a heart at rest?
The cabin is warm and the snow is deep
And I have a woman who lies asleep
When she wakes at tomorrow's dawn
She'll find, poor critter, that her man has gone
My heart knows what the wild goose knows
And I must go where the wild goose goes
Wild goose, brother goose, which is best?
A wandering soul, or a heart at rest?
My woman is kind and good to me
She thinks that she loves me, the more fool she
She must learn that it ain't no use
To love the brother to the old wild goose
My heart knows what the wild goose knows
And I must go where the wild goose goes
Wild goose, brother goose, which is best?
A wandering soul, or a heart at rest?
The Spring will come and the ice will break
And I can't linger for a woman's sake
She'll see a shadow pass overhead
She'll find a goose-feather by her bed
My heart knows what the wild goose knows
And I must go where the wild goose goes
Wild goose, brother goose, which is best?
A wandering soul, or a heart at rest
Oh! Blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down!
Way Ay! Blow the man down!
Oh! Blow the man down, bullies, blow him away
Gimme me some time to blow the man down
As I was a-walking down Paradise Street
Way Ay! Blow the man down!
A saucy young damsel I happened to meet
Gimme me some time to blow the man down
I says to her ; Polly and how do you do?
Way Ay! Blow the man down!
She says; None the better for seeing of you
Gimme me some time to blow the man down
Oh! We'll blow the man up and we'll blow the man down
Way Ay! Blow the man down!
We'll blow him away into Liverpool Town
Down in the valley, the valley so low
Hang your head over, hear the winds blow
Hear the winds blow, love, hear the winds blow
Hang your head over, hear the winds blow
Roses love sunshine, violets love dew
Angels in heaven know I love you
Know I love you, love, know I love you
Angels in heaven, know I love you
If you don't love me, love who you please
Put your arms round me, give my heart ease
Give my heart ease, love, give my heart ease
Put your arms round me, give my heart ease
Build me a castle forty feet high
Where I can see her, as she rides by
As she rides by, love, as she rides by
Where I can see her as she rides by
Write me a letter, send it by mail
Send it in care of the Birmingham Jail
Birmingham Jail, love, Birmingham Jail
Send it in care of the Birmingham Jail
Guitar chords for Down in the Valley
C G
Down in the valley, the valley so low
G7 C
Hang your head over, hear the winds blow
G
Hear the winds blow love, hear the winds blow
G7 C
Hang your head over, hear the winds blow