Towersey Folk Festival

Friday 23 August 2013

Ukulele workshop

Hosted by

Hamish Currie

of

Berkhamsted Ukulele Random

Players

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Whiskey in the Jar [C] As I was going' over the [Am] Cork and Kerry mountains I [F] met with Captain Farrell and his [C] money he was counting I first produced my pistol and [Am] then produced my rapier I said [F] stand and deliver or the [C] devil he may take you Musha [G] ring dum a do dum a da. [C] Whack for my daddy-o, [F] Whack for my daddy-o There's [C] whiskey [G] in the [C] jar

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Whiskey in the Jar [C] As I was going' over the [Am] Cork and Kerry mountains I [F] met with Captain Farrell and his [C] money he was counting I first produced my pistol and [Am] then produced my rapier I said [F] stand and deliver or the [C] devil he may take you

Chorus: Musha [G] ring dum a do dum a da. [C] Whack for my daddy-o, [F] Whack for my daddy-o There's [C] whiskey [G] in the [C] jar

[C] I counted out his money and it [Am] made a pretty penny, I [F] put it in me pocket and I [C] took it home to Jenny. She sighed and she swore that she [Am] never would deceive me, But the [F] devil take the women for they [C] never can be easy.

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[C] I went up to me chamber all [Am] for to take a slumber I [F] dreamt of gold and jewels and [C] sure it was no wonder, But Jenny drew me charges and she [Am] filled them up with water, And [F] sent for Captain Farrel, to be [C] ready for the slaughter.

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[C] 'Twas early in the morning be- [Am] fore I rose to travel, Up [F] comes a band of footmen and [C] likewise Captain Farrell; I first produce my pistol, for she [Am] stole away my rapier But I [F] couldn't shoot the water, so a [C] prisoner I was taken.

Chorus

[C] And if anyone can aid me, 'tis my [Am] brother in the army, If [F] I could learn his station be it [C] Cork or in Killarney. And if he'd come and join me we'd go [Am] roving through Kilkenny, I'm [F] sure he'd treat me fairer than my [C] darling sporting Jenny.

Chorus

[C] There's some takes delight in the [Am] carriages a rolling, [F] Some takes delight in the [C] hurley or the bowlin'. But I takes delight in the [Am] juice of the barley, And [F] courting pretty fair maids in the [C] morning bright and early.

Chorus

Pick a Bale of Cotton

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[F] Jump down, turn around, pick a bale of cotton Jump down, turn around, [C] pick a bale a [F] day

[F] Oh, Lordy, pick a bale of cotton Oh, Lordy, [C] pick a bale a [F] day

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[I] Jump down, turn around, pick a bale of cotton

Jump down, turn around, [V] pick a bale a [I] day [I] Oh, Lordy, pick a bale of cotton Oh, Lordy, [V] pick a bale a [I] day Me and my sisters can…

Me and my brothers can…

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Blowin’ In The Wind- Bob Dylan

(C) How many (F) roads must a (C) man walk down

Before you (F) call him a (G) man?

Yes ‘n (C) how many (F) seas must a (C) white dove sail,

Before she (F) sleeps in the (G) sand?

Yes n’ (C) how many (F) times must the (C) cannonballs fly,

Before they’re (F)forever (G) banned?

CHORUS

The (F) answer my (G) friend is (C) blowin’ in the wind

The (F) answer is (G) blowin’ in the (C) wind.

(C) How many (F) times must a (C) man look up

Before he (F) can see the (G) sky?

Yes ‘n (C) how many (F) ears must (C) one man have,

Before he (F) can hear people (G) cry?

Yes n’ (C) how many (F) deaths will it take (C) till he knows

That too many (F) people have (G) died?

CHORUS

(C) How many (F) years can a (C) mountain exist

Before it’s (F) washed to the (G) sea?

Yes ‘n (C) how many (F) years can some (C) people exist,

Before they’re (F) allowed to be (G) free?

Yes n’ (C) how many (F) times can a (C) man turn his head

Pretending he (F) just doesn’t (G) see?

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John Ball (Sydney Carter)

[G] Who’ll be the lady, [C] who will be the [D] lord, [C] When we are ruled by the [D] love of another? [G] Who’ll be the lady, [C] who will be the [D] lord, In the [C] light that is coming in the [D] morn- [G] ing.

Chorus:

[D] Sing, John Ball and tell it to them all,

Long live the day that is dawning! And I'll [G] crow like a cock, I'll [C] carol like a [G] lark, In the [C] light that is coming in the [D] morn- [D] ing.

[G] Eve is the lady, [C] Adam is the [D] lord, [C] When we are ruled by the [D] love of another,

[G] Eve is the lady, [C] Adam is the [D] lord, In the [C] light that is coming in the [D] morn- [G] ing. [G] All shall be ruled by [C] fellowship I [D] say, [C] All shall be ruled by the [D] love of one another,

[G] All shall be ruled by [C] fellowship I [D] say, In the [C] light that is coming in the [D] morn- [G] ing. [G] Labour and spin for [C] fellowship I [D] say, [C] Labour and spin for the [D] love of one another. [G] Labour and spin for [C] fellowship I [D] say,

In the [C] light that is coming in the [D] morn- [G] ing.

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59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin’ Groovy) Paul Simon Intro: [F] [C] [G] [C]

[F] Slow [C] down, you [G] move too [C] fast.

[F] You got to [C] make the [G] morning [C] last. Just [F] kickin' [C] down the [G] cobble [C] stones, [F] Lookin' for [C] fun and [G] feelin' [C] groovy. [F] Ba dad’n [C] da da, [G] feelin' [C] groovy. [F] Hello [C] lamppost, [G] what cha [C] knowin'?

[F] I've come to [C] watch your [G] flowers [C] growing. [F] Ain't cha [C] got no [G] rhymes for [C] me? [F] Dootin' [C] do-do-do, [G] feeling [C] groovy. [F] Ba dad’n [C] da da, [G] feelin' [C] groovy. [F] Got no deeds to [C] do, no [G] promises to [C] keep.

I'm [F] dappled and [C] drowsy and [G] ready to [C] sleep.

Let the [F] morning time [C] drop all its [G] petals on [C] me. [F] Life, I [C] love you. [G] All is [C] groovy. [F] Ba dad’n [C] da da, [G] feelin' [C] groovy.

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New York Girls [C] As I walked down to [F] New York town, a [G] fair maid I did [C] meet She asked me back to [F] see her place; she [G] lived on Barrack [C] Street And away, yo [F] Santy, [G] my dear [C] Annie Oh you [F] New York girls, [G] can't you dance [C] the polka? [C] And when we got to [F] Barrack Street, we [G] stopped at forty- [C] four Her mother and her [F] sister were [G] waiting at the [C] door And [C] when I got in- [G] side the house, the [G] drinks were passed a- [C] round The liquor was so [F] awful strong, my [G] head went round and [C] round And then we had a- [F] nother drink be- [G] fore we sat to [C] eat The liquor was so [F] awful strong, I [G] quickly fell a- [C] sleep And away, yo [F] Santy, [G] my dear [C] Annie Oh you [F] New York girls, [G] can't you dance [C] the polka? When [D] I awoke next [G] morning, I [A] had an aching [D] head And there was I, Jack, [G] all alone, stark [A] naked in me [D] bed My gold watch and my [G] money and my [A] lady friend were [D] gone And there was I, Jack, [G] all alone, stark [A] naked in the [D] room And away, yo [G] Santy, [A] my dear [D] Annie Oh you [G] New York girls, [A] can't you dance [D] the polka? On [D] looking round that [G] little room, there's [A] nothing I could [D] see But a woman's shift and [G] apron that [A] were no use to [D] me With a barrel for a [G] suit of clothes, down [A] Cherry Street for- [D] lorn Where Martin Churchill [G] took me in and he [A] sent me round Cape [D] Horn And a- [D] way, yo [G] Santy, [A] my dear [D] Annie Oh you [G] New York girls, [A] can't you dance [D] the polka? So sailor lads, take [G] warning when you [A] land on New York [D] shore You'll have to get up [G] early to be [A] smarter than a [D] whore And a- [D] way, yo [G] Santy, [A] my dear [D] Annie Oh you [G] New York girls, [A] can't you dance [D] the polka? Oh you [G] New York girls, [A] can't you dance [D] the polka?

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The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down

Intro: (2 beats each): [G] [D] [Em] [D] x2

[Em] Virgil [G] Caine is the name, and I [C] served on the Danville [Em] train, [G] 'Til Stoneman's [Em] cavalry came and [C] tore up the tracks

[Em] again. [C] In the winter of [G] '65, We were [Em] hungry, just [C] barely alive. [Em] By May the tenth, [C] Richmond had fell, It's a [G] time I re- [Em] member, oh so [A] well,

The [G] night they [Em] drove old [C] Dixie [G] down,

and the [Em] bells were ringing, The [G] night they [Em] drove old [C] Dixie [G] down, and the [Em] people were singin'.

They went [G] La, La, La, La, La, La [Em] etc[A] [C]

In-betweentro: (2 beats each): [G] [D] [Em] [D] x2

[Em] Back with my wife in [G] Tennessee, [C] When one day she called to [Em] me, [G] "Virgil, [Em] quick, come see, [C] there goes the Robert E. [Em] Lee!" [C] Now I don't mind [G] choppin' wood, and I [Em] don't care if the [C] money's no good. Ya [Em] take what ya need and ya [C] leave the rest,

But they should [G] never have [Em] taken the very [A] best.

In-betweentro: (2 beats each): [G] [D] [Em] [D] x2

[Em] Like my father be- [G] fore me, [C] I will work the [Em] land, [G] Like my brother a- [Em] bove me, [C] who took a rebel [Em] stand.

He was [C] just eighteen, [G] proud and brave, But a [Em] Yankee laid him [C] in his grave, I [Em] swear by the mud be- [C] low my feet, You can't [G] raise a Caine back [Em] up when he's in de- [A] feat.

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Hard Times Steven Foster

Let us [C] pause in life's pleasures And [F] count its many [C] tears

[F] While we [C] all sup [G] sorrow with the [C] poor There's a [C] song that will linger For- [F] ever [G] in our [Am] ears;

[F] Oh, [C] hard times, [G] come again no [C] more

Chorus:

'Tis the [C] song, the sigh of the [F] wea- [C] ry Hard times, hard times, [D] Come again no [G] more [2, 3, 4; 1, 2] Many [C] days you have lingered

[F] around my [G] cabin [Am] door [F] Oh, [C] hard times, [G] come again no [C] more

While we [C] seek mirth and beauty And [F] music light and [C] gay, [F] There are [C] frail forms [G] fainting at the [C] door

Though their voices are silent, Their [F] pleading [G] looks will [Am] say [F] Oh, [C] hard times, [G] come again no [C] more

There's [C] pale drooping maiden Who [F] toils her life [C] away, [F] With a [C] worn heart, whose [G] better days are [C] o'er

Though her voice would be merry, 'tis [F] sighing [G] all the [Am] day, [F] Oh, [C] hard times, [G] come again no [C] more

'Tis a [C] sigh that is wafted A- [F] cross the troubled [C] wave

[F] Tis a [C] wail that is [G] heard upon the [C] shore

Tis a dirge that is murmured A- [F] round the [G] lowly [Am] grave [F] Oh, [C] hard times, [G] come again no [C] more

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Down Where the Drunkards Roll Richard

Thompson

[G] See the boys out walking, the [D] boys they look [G] so fine, [C] Dressed up in [G] green velvet, their [C] silver buckles [G] shine,

Soon they will be bleary eyed, [D] under a keg of

[C] wine, [C] Down where the drunkards [D] roll, [C] Down where the drunkards [D] roll. [G] See that lover standing, [D] staring at [G] the ground,

He’s [C] looking for the [G] real thing, [C] lies where all [G] he found,

You can get the real thing; it will [D] only cost a [C] pound. [C] Down where the drunkards [D] roll, [C] Down where the drunkards [D] roll.

There [G] goes a troubled woman, she [D] dreams a

troubled [G] dream, She [C] lives out on the [G] highway, [C] she keeps her money [G] clean, Soon she’ll be returning to the [D] place where she’s [C] the queen,

[C] Down where the drunkards [D] roll, [C] Down where the drunkards [D] roll. [G] You can be a gambler who [D] never drew a [G] hand, [C] You can be a [G] sailor, [C] never left dry [G]

land, You can be Lord Jesus, all the [D] world will under-

[C] stand. [C] Down where the drunkards [D] roll, [C] Down where the drunkards [D] roll, [C] Down where the drunkards [D] roll.

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Wagon Wheel (Old Crow Medicine Show)

[G] Headed down south to the [D] land of the pines

And I'm [Em] thumbin' my way into [C] North Caroline

[G] Starin' up the road

[D] Pray to God I see [C] headlights

I [G] made it down the coast in [D] seventeen hours

[Em] Pickin' me a bouquet of [C] dogwood flowers

And [G] I'm a hopin' for Raleigh

I can [D] see my baby to- [C] night

So [G] rock me mama like a [D] wagon wheel

[Em] Rock me mama any- [C] way you feel

[G] Hey [D] mama [C] rock me

[G] Rock me mama like the [D] wind and the rain

[Em] Rock me mama like a [C] south-bound train

[G] Hey [D] mama [C] rock me

[G] Runnin' from the cold up in [D] New England

I was [Em] born to be a fiddler in an [C] old-time stringband

My [G] baby plays the guitar

[D] I pick a banjo [C] now

Oh, the [G] North country winters keep a [D] gettin' me now

Lost my [Em] money playin' poker so I [C] had to up and leave

But I [G] ain't a turnin' back

To [D] livin' that old life no [C] more

[G] Walkin' to the south [D] out of Roanoke

I caught a [Em] trucker out of Philly

Had a [C] nice long toke

But [G] he's a headed west from the [D] Cumberland Gap

To [C] Johnson City, Tennessee

And I [G] gotta get a move on be- [D] fore the sun

I hear my [Em] baby callin' my name

And I [C] know that she's the only one

And [G] if I die in Raleigh

At [D] least I will die [C] free

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