Mop it down, mop it down
Mop it down
It makes you feel so queer
Mop it down, mop it down
Rolling home, rolling home
By the light of the silvery moon
Happy I shall be with a barmaid on my knee
And the shadow of my top hat on the wall
Here's to good old whisky
Mop it down, mop it down
Here's to good old whisky
Mop it down
Here's to good old whisky
It makes you feel so frisky
Here's to good old whisky
Mop it down, mop it down
Rolling home...
Here's to good old brandy...
...it makes you feel so handy
Here's to good old tea...
...it makes you want to pee
Here's to good old dettol...
Mop it down, mop it down
Here's to good old water...
...it makes you do what you oughter
Here's to good old gin...
...it makes you want to sin
Here's to good old soup...
...it makes you cock-a-hoop
Rolling home, rolling home
By the light of the silvery moon
Happy I shall be with a barmaid on my knee
And the shadow of my top hat on the wall
Have you seen the old man
In the closed down market
Kicking up the papers with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride
Hands held loosely by his side
Yesterday's papers telling yesterday's news
So how can you tell me you're lonely
And say for you the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something to make you change your mind
Have you seen the old girl
Who walks the Streets of London
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags
She's no time for talking
She just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home in two carrier bags
So how can you tell me...
In the all-night café
At a quarter past eleven
Same old man sitting there on his own
Looking at the world over the rim of his tea cup
Each tea lasts an hour
Then he wanders home alone
So how can you tell me...
Have you seen the old man
Outside the Seaman's Mission
Memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears
In our winter city
The rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero
And a world that doesn't care
So how can you tell me you're lonely
And say for you the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something to make you change your mind
Ralph McTell
Guitar chords for Streets of London
C G
Have you seen the old man
Am Em
Inside the closed down market
F C D G
Kicking up the paper with his worn out shoes?
C G
In his eyes you see no pride
Am Em
Arms held loosely by his side
F C G C
Yesterday's papers telling yesterday's news
F C Am
So how can you tell me you're lonely
D G G7
And say for you the sun don't shine?
C G
Let me take you by the hand
Am Em
And lead you Through the streets of London
F C G C
I'll show you something to make you change your mind
Started drinking, all around town
Went to a club to put a few more down
Feeling bad, drunk and sad
This is going to be the last drink that I'll ever have
Alcohol, Alcohol
Alcohol, Alcohol
You're the very devil
Get away from me
I got in with a crowd, we got in a car
I went to a party, I played a guitar
I never played well, It must have been hell
Made a fool of myself, of that I can tell
Alcohol, Alcohol
Alcohol, Alcohol
You're the very devil
Get away from me
I fell in the door, I fell on the street
I fell on the floor, I fell in a heap
I blundered on home, battered and blown
Swore to the Lord, to leave it alone
Alcohol, Alcohol
Alcohol, Alcohol
You're the very devil
Get away from me
Next thing I knew I was back home in bed
My papa was there, he was holding my head
My mama was there, in her night clothes
Holding a bucket, under my nose
Alcohol, Alcohol
Alcohol, Alcohol
You're the very devil
Get away from me
Early next day, I was all in a fuzz
Feeling ashamed, I started to curse
All the money I'd earned, I'd been out and burned
It's a lesson I feel I never seem to learn
Alcohol, Alcohol
Alcohol, Alcohol
You're the very devil
Get away from me
Guitar chords for Alcohol
C7
Started drinking all around town
G7 C7
Went to a club to put a few more down
C7
Feeling bad, drunk and sad
G7 C7
This is gonna be the last drink I ever have
C7 F7 C7
Alcohol Alcohol Alcohol Alcohol
C7 G7 C
You're the very Devil Get away from me
Riding down from Bangor on an eastern train
After weeks of hunting in the woods of Maine
Quite extensive whiskers, beard, moustache as well
Sat a student fellow, tall and slim and swell
Empty seat behind him, no one at his side
Into quiet village, eastern train did glide
Enter aged couple, take the hindmost seat
Enter village maiden, beautiful, petite
Blushingly she faltered, Is this seat engaged?
Sees the aged couple properly enraged
Student's quite ecstatic, sees her ticket through
Thinks of the long tunnel, thinks what he will do
Pleasantly they chatted, how the cinders fly
Till the student fellow gets one in his eye
Maiden, sympathetic, turns herself about
May I, if you please, Sir, try to get it out?
Then the student fellow feels a gentle touch
Hears a gentle murmur, Does it hurt you much?
Whiz! Slap! Bang! Into tunnel quite
Into glorious darkness, black as Egypt's night
Out into the daylight glides that eastern train
Student's hair is ruffled just the merest grain
Maiden seen all blushes when then and there appeared
A tiny little earring in that horrid student's beard
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song
I'm worried now but I won't be worried long
I swam across the river and laid me down to sleep
I swam across the river and laid me down to sleep
I swam across the river and laid me down to sleep
When I woke, there were shackles on my feet
Shackles on my feet and twenty one links of chain
Shackles on my feet and twenty one links of chain
Shackles on my feet and twenty one links of chain
And every one initialled with my name
I asked the judge, What's gonna be my fine?
I asked the judge, What's gonna be my fine?
I asked the judge, What's gonna be my fine?
Twenty-one years on the Rocky Mountain Line
The train I ride is twenty-one coaches long
The train I ride is twenty-one coaches long
The train I ride is twenty-one coaches long
I'm worried now, but I won't be worried long
Guitar chords for Worried Man
C7
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song
F7 C7
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song
G7 C7
I’m worried now, but I won’t be worried long
Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang
Breaking rocks and serving my time
Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang
Cause I been convicted of crime
Hold it steady right there while I hit it
Well I reckon that ought to get it
I've been working, working
but I still got so terribly far to go
I commited crime Lord of needing
Crime of being hungry and poor
I left the grocery store man breathing
When he caught me robbing his store
Hold it steady right there while I hit it
I heard the judge say five years
On the chain-gang you're gonna go
I heard the judge say five years labour
I heard my old man scream Lordy, no!
Hold it steady right there while I hit it
Gonna see my sweet honey baby
Gonna break this chain off the rock
Gonna lay down somewhere shady
Lord it sure is hot in the sun
Hold it steady right there while I hit it
well I reckon that ought to get it
I've been working, working
but I still got so terribly far to go
Oscar Brown Jr and Nat Adderley
Martin said to his man, Fie, man, fie
Martin said to his man, Who's the fool now
Martin said to his man, Fill thou the cup and I the can
Thou hast well drunken man
Who's the fool now?
I saw the man in the moon, Fie, man fie
I saw the man in the moon, Who's the fool now
I saw the man in the moon, sliding down St Peter's shoen
Thou hast well drunken man
Who's the fool now?
I saw the mouse chase the cat...
... and saw the cheese eat the rat
I saw the maid milk the bull...
...every stroke a bucketful
I saw the hare chase the hounds...
...forty miles above the ground
I saw the flea heave a tree...
...forty leagues across the sea
I saw the sheep shearing corn, Fie, man fie
I saw the sheep shearing corn, Who's the fool now
I saw the sheep shearing corn and saw the cuckold blow his horn
Thou hast well drunken man
Who's the fool now?
Guitar chords for Martin Said to his Man
C
Martin said to his man, Fie man, fie
G G7
Martin said to his man, who's the fool now?
C F C G7
Martin said to his man, Fill thou the cup and I the can
C F
Thou hast well drunken man
C G7 C
Who's the fool now?
Farewell to you my own true love
I'm going far away
I am bound for California
But I know that I'll return some day
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's a floating shame
So fare thee well...
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
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
Guitar chords for Leaving of Liverpool
G C G
Farewell to you my own true love
D
I'm going far away
G C G
I am bound for California
D G
But I know that I'll return some day
D C G
So fare thee well my own true love
Em Bm Am D7
And when I return united we will be
G C G
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
D G
But my darling when I think of thee
Rise, arise, arise,
Wake thee arise, life is calling thee
Wake thee arise, every watchful be
Mother Life God, she is calling thee.
Mother Life God, she is greeting thee.
Rise, arise, arise.
In the streets of New York City
When the hour was getting late,
There were young men armed with knives and guns,
Young men armed with hate.
And Lou Marsh stepped between them
And died there in his tracks,
For one man is no army, when a city turns its back
Chorus:
And now the streets are empty
And now the streets are dark,
So keep an eye on shadows,
And never pass the park.
For the city is a jungle
When the law is out of sight,
And death lurks in El-Bareo
With the orphans of the night.
There were two gangs approaching
In Spanish Harlem town,
The smell of blood was in the air
The challenge was laid down.
He felt their blinding hatred
As he tried to save their lives,
But they broke his peaceful body
With their fists and staves and knives.
(Chorus)
Shall Lou Marsh lie forgotten
In a cold and silent grave?
Or will his memory linger on
In those he tried to save.
And those of us who knew him
Will now and then recall,
And shed a tear on poverty
The tombstone of us all.
(Chorus)
Phil Ochs
Guitar chords for the Ballad of Lou Marsh
Am
In the streets of New York City
Em
When the hour was getting late
Am
Lurked young men armed with knives and guns
Em
Young men armed with hate
Am
And Lou Marsh stepped between them
Dm Am
And died there in his tracks
Dm Em Am
For one man is no army when a city turns its back
C Dm Am
And now the streets are empty And now the streets are dark
Dm G Am
So keep an eye on shadows And never pass the park
C Dm Am
For the city is a jungle When the law is out of sight
Dm G Am
And death lurks in El-Bareo With the orphans of the night