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	<title>McGuinn's Folk Den</title>
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		<title>Wading in the Water</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Mar 2006 16:34:52 +0000</pubDate>
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Mp3: Wade In The Water
Camilla and I were on the road when I remembered this song and thought it would be a good one to record. I used my iBook and free cross platform software called Audacity along with my Samson C01U USB microphone. This is a great mic for [...]]]></description>
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Mp3: Wade In The Water

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Mp3: Wade In The Water

Camilla and I were on the road when I remembered this song and thought it would be a good one to record. I used my iBook and free cross platform software called Audacity along with my Samson C01U USB microphone. This is a great mic for the road because you don't need an interface of any kind to record. You just plug into the USB jack and you're good to go.  We discussed the song and decided make some changes. The original meaning of the song was inspired by  John 5:4 in the Bible. "For an angel went down at a certain time into the pool and troubled the water. Then whoever first stepped in after the troubling of the water was made whole of whatever disease he had." We changed the meaning to reflect Deuteronomy 31:3 "The LORD thy God, he will go over before thee, [and] he will destroy these nations from before thee, and thou shalt possess them: [and] Joshua, he shall go over before thee, as the LORD hath said."



Lyrics:

[Am] Wade in the water

[Dm] Wade in the water [Am] children

[Am] Wade in the water

[C] God's gonna [G] part the - [G] wa [Am] terWade in the water

Wade in the water children

Wade in the water

God's gonna part the - water[C] Well who those children [G] dressed in [Am] red?

[C] God's gonna [G] part the - [G] wa [Am] ter

[C] Must be the [G] children that Joshua [Am] led

[C] God's gonna [G] part the - [G] wa [Am] ter



I said wade in the water

Wade in the water children

Wade in the water

God's gonna part the - water



Nowl who those children dressed in black?

God's gonna part the water

Goin' to the promised land and never comin' back

God's gonna part the water



Said wade in the water

Wade in the water children

Wade in the water

God's gonna part the - water



Well who those children dressed in green?

God's gonna part the water

They're marching to a land they never have seen

God's gonna part the water



Wade in the water

Wade in the water children

Wade in the water

God's gonna part the - water



Well who those children dressed in white?

God's gonna part the water

They must be the children called Israelites

God's gonna part the water



I said wade in the water

Wade in the water children

Wade in the water

God's gonna part the - water



Wade in the water

Wade in the water children

Wade in the water

God's gonna part the - water

God's gonna part the - water

God's gonna part the - water



(c) 2006

New lyrics by Roger McGuinn -  McGuinn Music (BMI)

Camilla McGuinn - April First Music (ASCAP)]]></itunes:summary>
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		<title>Mary Had A Little Lamb</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7058</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Humor/games/children</category>
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Thomas Edison, the father of audio recording recited the first stanza of this poem in testing his new  invention, the phonograph in 1877, making this the first audio
recording to be successfully made and played back.  It was all done on tin foil.
They say [...]]]></description>
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Thomas Edison, the father of audio recording recited the first stanza of this poem in testing his new  invention, the phonograph in 1877, making this the first audio

recording to be successfully made and played back.  It was all done on tin foil.



They say the song springs from a true story:



 As a girl, Mary Sawyer (later Mrs. Mary Tyler) kept a pet lamb, which she took to school one day at the suggestion of her brother. A commotion naturally ensued.
Lyrics:

Written By: Sarah Josepha Hale, editor of Godey&#039;s Lady&#039;s Book, 1830&#039;s

Copyright Unknown



[G] Mary had a little lamb,

[D] Little lamb, [G] little lamb,

Mary had a little lamb,

Its [D[ fleece was white as [G] snow



And everywhere that Mary went,

Mary went, Mary went,

Everywhere that Mary went

The lamb was sure to go



It followed her to school one day

School one day, school one day

It followed her to school one day

Which was against the rules.



It made the children laugh and play,

Laugh and play, laugh and play,

It made the children laugh and play

To see a lamb at school



And so the teacher turned it out,

Turned it out, turned it out,

And so the teacher turned it out,

But still it lingered near



And waited patiently about,

Patiently about, patiently about,

And waited patiently about

Till Mary did appear



&#039;Why does the lamb love Mary so?&#039;

Love Mary so? Love Mary so?

&#039;Why does the lamb love Mary so?&#039;

The eager children cry



&#039;Why, Mary loves the lamb, you know.&#039;

Loves the lamb, you know, loves the lamb, you know

&#039;Why, Mary loves the lamb, you know.&#039;

The teacher did reply
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		<title>St. Clair&#039;s Defeat</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7057</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
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Mp3: St. Clair&#8217;s Defeat

I first heard this song at the Gate of Horn in Chicago. Bob Gibson and Bob Camp were a duo for a short time and this was one of thier most intense songs. It&#8217;s about The Battle of Wabash River. It was also known as &#8216;St. Clair&#8217;s [...]]]></description>
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Mp3: St. Clair's Defeat



I first heard this song at the Gate of Horn in Chicago. Bob Gibson and Bob Camp were a duo for a short time and this was one of thier most intense songs. It's about The Battle of Wabash River. It was also known as 'St. Clair's Defeat' which was fought on November 4, 1791 between the United States and an American Indian confederacy, as part of the Northwest Indian War (also known as 'Little Turtle's War'). The American Indians were led by Michikinikwa ('Little Turtle') of the Miamis and Blue Jacket of the Shawnees. The Americans were led by General Arthur St. Clair. The Indian confederacy was victorious. The battle was the most severe defeat ever suffered by the United States at the hands of American Indians; indeed, in proportional terms it was the worst defeat that United States forces have ever suffered in battle. As a result, President George Washington forced St. Clair to resign his post, and Congress initiated its first investigation of the executive branch.



More information at these URLs:

wikipedia.org

QM Museum

Ohio

britannica.com

Lyrics:

[Em] Was November the fourth in the [G] year of ninety-[D] one

[Em] We had a sore engagement near [D] to [Em] Fort [D] Jeffer [Em] son

[G] Sinclair was our commander, which [Bm] may remembered be

[Em] But we left nine hundred soldiers in [D] that [Em] Western Terri[D] tory[Em]At Bunker's Hill and in Quebec, where many a hero fell

Likewise out on Long Island, it is I the truth can tell

But such a dreadful carnage, never did I see

As happened all out on the plains, near the River St. Marie



Our militia was attacked, just as the day did break

And soon were overpowered, and forced into retreat

They killed major Ouldham, and major Briggs likewise

While horrid yells of anguished souls resounded through the skies



Major Butler he was wounded the very second fire

His manly bosom swelled with rage they forced him to retire

Like one distracted he appeared, when thus exclaim-ed he

Ye hounds of Hell shall all be slain but what revenged I'll be



We had not very long been broke, when General Butler fell

He cries my boys I'm wounded, pray take me off this field

My word says he, what shall we do, we're wounded every man

Go charge your valiant heros and beat them if you can



He leaned his back against a tree, and there resigned his breath

And like a valiant soldier, sunk into the arms of death

When blessed angels did await, his spirit to convey

Into celestial fields, he did quickly bend his way



We charged again and took our ground, which did our hearts elate

But there we did not tarry long, they soon made us retreat

They killed our major Ferguson, which caused his men to cry

Stand to your guns says valiant Ford, we'll fight until we die



Our cannon balls exhausted, artillery men all slain

Our musketeers and riflemen, their fire they did sustain

Three hours more we fought like men, and they were forced to yield

While three hundred bloody warriors lay stretched across the filed



Says colonel Gibson to his men, my boys be not dismayed

I'm sure that true Virginians were never yet afraid

Ten thousand deaths I'd rather die, than they should gain this field

With that he got a fatal shot, causing him to yield



Says major Clark, my heros, we can no longer stand

We shall strive to form in order, and retreat the best we can

The word retreat being passed around, they raised a dreadful cry

Then helter skelter through the woods like wolves and sheep they fly



We left the wounded on the field, O heavens what a shock!

And many bones were shattered, and strewn across the rock

With scalping knives and tomahawks, they robbed some of their breath

While raging flames of torment, tortured other men to death



Was November the fourth in the year of ninety-one

We had a sore engagement near to Fort Jefferson

Sinclair was our commander, which may remembered be

But we left nine hundred soldiers in that Western Territory

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		<title>Children Go Where I Send Thee</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7055</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7055#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Dec 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Seasonal</category>
	<category>Spiritual</category>
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A traditional spiritual with a meaning for each number. I have placed the meaning next to the verses in parentheses.
Lyrics:

[E] Children go [A] where I [E] send [A] thee
[E] How [A] shall I [E] send [A] thee?
[E] I&#039;m gonna [A] send thee [E] one [...]]]></description>
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A traditional spiritual with a meaning for each number. I have placed the meaning next to the verses in parentheses.
Lyrics:

[E] Children go [A] where I [E] send [A] thee

[E] How [A] shall I [E] send [A] thee?

[E] I&#039;m gonna [A] send thee [E] one by one [A]

[E] One for the [A] Little Bitty [A] Baby

[E] Who was born, [A] born, [E] born in [B7] Bethlehem [E]



Two for Paul and Silas                     



Three for the Hebrew children



Four for the four who stood at the door    (Mathew Mark Luke and John)



Five for the Gospel preachers              (Mathew Mark Luke and John and all Gospel preachers) 



Six for the jars where the wine was mixed  (Miracle at the wedding feast at Cana)



Seven for the seven who came from Heaven   (Seven-fold Spirit of God)



Eight for the eight who sealed their fate  (The eight people who entered Noah&#039;s Ark)



Nine for the ninety-nine in line           (Those waiting while the Good Shepard sought His one lost sheep)



Ten for the ten commandments



Eleven for the eleven who went to Heaven   (The eleven disciples minus Judas Iscariot)



Twelve for the twelve Apostles
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		<title>Oh Mary Don&#039;t You Weep</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7052</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7052#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Nov 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Spiritual</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7052</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[





A good old gospel song from the southern United States. This has been recorded by many folk singers and exists in numerous versions.
Oh Mary Don&#039;t You Weep
      Mf - If You Miss Me at the Back of the Bus 
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A good old gospel song from the southern United States. This has been recorded by many folk singers and exists in numerous versions.





Oh Mary Don&#039;t You Weep



      Mf - If You Miss Me at the Back of the Bus 



      Pb - Oh, Sisters Don&#039;t You Weep 



   1. Sandburg, Carl / American Songbag, Harcourt Brace Jovan..., Sof (1928/1955), p476 (Pharaoh&#039;s Army Got Drownded)

   2. Leisy, James F. (ed.) / Songs for Pickin&#039; and Singin&#039;, Gold Medal Books, sof (1962), p198

   3. Carawan, Guy &#38; Candie / Sing for Freedom, Sing Out, sof (1990), p 58

   4. Lynn, Frank (ed.) / Songs for Swinging Housemothers, Fearon, Sof (1963/1961), p312

   5. Best, Dick &#38; Beth (eds.) / New Song Fest Deluxe, Charles Hansen, Sof (1971/1948), p148

   6. Winds of the People, Sing Out, Sof (1982), p 35

   7. Blood, Peter; and Annie Patterson (eds.) / Rise Up Singing, Sing Out, Sof (1989/1992), p 63

   8. Sandburg, Helga (ed.) / Sweet Music, Dial, Bk (1963), p101 (Pharaoh&#039;s Army)

   9. Abe and Malka. Mandelblatt, Abe &#38; Malka A. / 100 Guitar Accompanyments, Amsco, Sof (1974), p156

  10. Davis, Bill. Sounds of the Smokies, Old Traditions BWD 51471, LP (197?), cut#A.04

  11. Halifax Three. Halifax Three, Epic BN 26038, LP (1963), cut#B.06

  12. Hurt, Mississippi John. Mississippi John Hurt, Vol. 3. Sacred and Secular, Heritage (England) HT320, LP (1988/reis/), cut# 9 (Mary Don&#039;t You Weep)

  13. Hurt, Mississippi John. Worried Blues, Piedmount PLP-13161, LP (196?/?), cut# 9

  14. Hurt, Mississippi John. Garwood, Donald / Masters of Instrumental Blues Guitar, Oak, Fol (1967), p43

  15. Kingston Trio. Close Up, Capitol T 1642, LP (1961), cut#A.04 (Don&#039;t You Weep Mary)

  16. Kingston Trio. Rediscover the Kingston Trio, Folk Era FE 2001, LP (1985), cut#A.04 (Oh, Mary)

  17. Leadbelly. Leadbelly&#039;s Last Sessions, Part 4, Folkways FA 2942, LP (196?/?), cut# 11 (Mary Don&#039;t You Weep)

  18. Leadbelly. Lomax, John &#38; Alan Lomax (eds.) / Leadbelly. A Collection of World Famou, Folkways, sof (1959), p51 (Mary Doncha Weep)

  19. Schilling, Jean. Old Traditions, Traditional JS-5117, LP (1967/1974), cut#A.03 (Mary Don&#039;t You Weep)

  20. Seeger, Pete. Seeger, Pete / American Favorite Ballads, Oak, Fol (1961), p78

  21. Sheer, Anita. Anita Sheer, MGM E-4225, LP (196?), cut#B.06

  22. Steamboat Entertainers. Galax International, Heritage (Galax) 067, LP (1988/?), cut# 19

  23. Taussig, Harry. Taussig, Harry / Folk-Style Guitar, Oak, Sof (1973), p 97
Lyrics:

OH, MARY DON&#039;T YOU WEEP



CHORUS: 

[G] Oh, Mary, don&#039;t you [D] weep, don&#039;t mourn;

Oh, Mary, don&#039;t you [G] weep, don&#039;t mourn;

[C] Pharaoh&#039;s army got [G] drowned,

Oh, [D] Mary, don&#039;t you [G] weep.



X2



[G] Well if I could I surely [D] would,

Stand on the rock where [G] Moses stood.

[C] Pharaoh&#039;s army got [G] drowned,

[G] Oh, [D] Mary, don&#039;t you [G] weep.



CH X 2



One of these morns about twelve o&#039; clock

This old world is going to reel and rock

Pharaoh&#039;s army got drowned,

Oh, Mary, don&#039;t you weep.



CH X 3
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		<title>Ruben Ranzo</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7051</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Oct 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Seafaring</category>
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Ruben Ranzo 
Ruben Ranzo, an inexperienced sailor is shanghaied aboard a whaling ship. The captain&#039;s daughter takes pity on him, teaches him navigation and the finer points of sailing, marries him and he becomes the finest sailor on the seas.
 It has been suggested that Ranzo is a [...]]]></description>
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Ruben Ranzo 



Ruben Ranzo, an inexperienced sailor is shanghaied aboard a whaling ship. The captain&#039;s daughter takes pity ...]]></itunes:subtitle>
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Ruben Ranzo 



Ruben Ranzo, an inexperienced sailor is shanghaied aboard a whaling ship. The captain&#039;s daughter takes pity on him, teaches him navigation and the finer points of sailing, marries him and he becomes the finest sailor on the seas.



 It has been suggested that Ranzo is a corruption of the name Lorenzo. American whaling ships often recruited Portugese seamen in the Azores, and Ranzo may have been one of these.



* The holy stone resembled a vacuum cleaner in shape, but weighed around twenty-five pounds. A round stone was at the end of a handle.  Sand was put on the deck and sailors scrubbed to get the gunk out of the wood.
Lyrics:

Oh, poor old Ruben Ranzo,

Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo

Oh, poor old Ruben Ranzo,

Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo



Oh, Ranzo was no sailor,

Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo  

He was a New York tailor

Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo



He was a New York tailor

Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo

Shanghaied aboard a whaler,

Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo



They put him holy-stonin&#039;  *          

Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo                 

And cared not for his groanin&#039;

Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo



They gave him lashes thirty

Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo

Because he was so dirty

Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo



They gave him lashes twenty

Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo

That&#039;s twenty more than plenty

Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo



Ah Ranzo nearly fainted

Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo

When his back with oil was painted

Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo



The captain gave him thirty

Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo

His daughter begged for mercy

Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo



She took him to her cabin

Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo

And tried to ease his moanin&#039;

Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo



Oh, she give him rum and water,

Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo

And a bit more than she ought to,

Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo



She gave him education 

Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo

And taught him navigation

Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo



She made him the best sailor

Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo

On board that New York whaler

Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo



He married the captain&#039;s daughter

Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo

And still sails on salt water

Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo



Now he&#039;s known wherever them whale-fish blow,

Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo

As the toughest whaler on the go,

Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo
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		<title>There&#039;s A Hole In The Bucket</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7040</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7040#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Oct 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Humor/games/children</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7040</guid>
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There&#039;s A Hole In The Bucket
A circle song is one that comes back to where it started and begins again. It can go on indefinitely. This is the amusing story of Henry and Maria. Their bucket leaks and she wants him to fix it, [...]]]></description>
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There&#039;s A Hole In The Bucket



A circle song is one that comes back to where it started and begins again. It can go on indefinitely. This is the amusing story of Henry and Maria. Their bucket leaks and she wants him to fix it, but that never happens.



A true &#039;catch 22.&#039;

Lyrics:



There&#039;s a [A] hole in the [D] bucket Maria, Maria

There&#039;s a [A] hole in the [D] bucket Maria, [E] there&#039;s a [A] hole



Then why don&#039;t you fix it dear Henry, dear Henry

Then why don&#039;t you fix it dear Henry, dear fix it!



With what shall I fix it Maria, Maria?

With what shall I fix it Maria, with what?



With straw dear Henry, dear Henry dear Henry

With straw dear Henry, dear Henry with straw.



But the straw is too long Maria, Maria

The straw is too long Maria, too long



Well cut it dear Henry, dear Henry dear Henry

Well cut it dear Henry, dear Henry just cut it!



With what shall I cut it Maria, Maria?

With what shall I cut it Maria, with what?



With an axe dear Henry, dear Henry dear Henry

With an axe dear Henry, dear Henry, with an axe!



But the axe is too dull Maria, Maria,

The axe is too dull, the axe is too dull



Then sharpen it dear Henry, dear Henry dear Henry

Then sharpen it dear Henry, dear Henry then sharpen it!



With what shall I sharpen it Maria, Maria?

With what shall I sharpen it Maria, with what?



With a stone dear Henry, dear Henry dear Henry

With a stone dear Henry, dear Henry, with a stone!



But the stone is too dry Maria, Maria

But the stone is too dry Maria, to dry



Then wet it dear Henry, dear Henry dear Henry

Then wet it dear Henry, dear Henry dear just wet it!



With what shall I wet it Maria, Maria?

With what shall I wet it Maria, with what?



With water dear Henry, dear Henry dear Henry

With water dear Henry, dear Henry with water.



But how shall I get it Maria, Maria

But how shall I get it Maria, but how



In the bucket dear Henry, dear Henry dear Henry

In the bucket dear Henry, dear Henry in the bucket



There&#039;s a hole in the bucket Maria, Maria

There&#039;s a hole in the bucket Maria, there&#039;s a hole

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		<title>Red River Valley</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7033</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7033#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Sep 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Love</category>
	<category>Cowboy</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7033</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[





I remember watching Roy Rogers when I was a Chicago cowboy in the 1940s. Bob Nolan and the Sons of the Pioneers sang Red River Valley in a movie by the same name. This song always reminds me of my childhood fantasies of riding the range with [...]]]></description>
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I remember watching Roy Rogers when I was a Chicago cowboy in the 1940s. Bob Nolan and the Sons of the Pioneers sang Red River Valley in a movie by the same name. This song always reminds me of my childhood fantasies of riding the range with a cowboy hat and a good chestnut mare.

Lyrics:



Red River Valley 



[G] From this valley they say you are going

We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile [D]

[G] For they say you are taking the [C] sunshine

That has [D] brightened our path for a [G] while



Come and sit by my side if you love me

Do not hasten to bid me adieu

But remember the Red River Valley

And the cowboy who loved you so true



Won&#039;t you think of the valley you&#039;re leaving

Oh how lonely, how sad it will be?

Oh think of the fond heart you&#039;re breaking

And the grief you are causing to me



As you go to your home by the ocean

May you never forget those sweet hours

That we spent in the Red River Valley

And the love we exchanged mid the flowers



Repeat first verse

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		<title>Erie Canal</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7032</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Aug 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category></category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7032</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[





This is a comic story about a tragic boat ride down the Erie Canal. I decided to sing this in the style of the late 50s - early 60s college folk groups. I can see the audience sitting an a large hall, the men wearing three button jackets [...]]]></description>
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This is a comic story about a tragic boat ride down the Erie Canal. I decided to sing this in the style of the late 50s - early 60s college folk groups. I can see the audience sitting an a large hall, the men wearing three button jackets and skinny ties and the ladies in pretty dresses.



The Erie Canal opened in 1825. The Ohio and Erie Canal, joining Cleveland and Portsmouth, was completed in 1845. For 25 years these canals were busy trade routes, piloted by burly, aggressive boatmen on long narrow craft. These keelboats were sharp at both ends, built on a keel and ribs.



Gradually the railroads replaced the keelboat as a form of commercial transportation and the canal traffic was greatly reduced.

Lyrics:



E-RI-E CANAL



[A] We were forty miles from Albany

Forget it I [E] never [A] shall.

[A] What a terrible [E] storm we [A] had one [D] night

[A] On the E-ri-e [E] - [A] Canal.



chorus: 

O the E-ri-e was a-rising

And the gin was a-getting low.

And I scarcely think we&#039;ll get a drink

Till we get to Buff-a-lo-o-o

Till we get to Buffalo.



We were loaded down with barley

We were chock-full up on rye.

The captain he looked down at me

With his gol-durned wicked eye.



Two days out from Syracuse

The vessel struck a shoal;

We like to all be foundered

On a chunk o&#039; Lackawanna coal.



We hollered to the captain

On the towpath, treadin&#039; dirt

He jumped on board and stopped the leak

With his old red flannel shirt.



The cook she was a grand old gal

Stood six foot in her socks.

Had a foot just like an elephant

And her breath would open locks.



The wind begins to whistle

The waves begin to roll

We had to reef our royals

On that ragin&#039; canal.



The cook came to our rescue

She had a ragged dress;

We h&#039;isted her upon the pole

As a signal of distress.



When we got to Syracuse

Off-mule, he was dead;

The nigh mule got blind staggers

We cracked him on the head.



The cook is in the Police Gazette

The captain went to jail;

And I&#039;m the only son-of-a-sea-cook

That&#039;s left to tell the tale.

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		<title>On Top Of Old Smokey</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7030</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7030#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Love</category>
	<category>Mountain/southern us</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7030</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[





I remember lying on the floor in front of the big brown cathedral radio at my grandmother&#039;s house, listening to The Weavers sing &#039;On Top of Old Smokey.&#039; It was on the &#039;Hit Parade&#039; back then, just as popular as Coldplay,  Weezer or  [...]]]></description>
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I remember lying on the floor in front of the big brown cathedral radio at my grandmother&#039;s house, listening to The Weavers sing &#039;On Top of Old Smokey.&#039; It was on the &#039;Hit Parade&#039; back then, just as popular as Coldplay,  Weezer or  Black Eyed Peas are today. It&#039;s still a great song. I recorded it with my new 7-string Martin, a 5-string banjo and bass, with a few Rickenbacker 12-string licks at the end.
Lyrics:

[D] On top of old [G] Smokey

All covered with [D] snow

I lost my true [A] lover

For courting too [D] slow



Courting &#039;s a pleasure

And parting is a grief

But a false hearted lover

Is worst than a thief



For a thief he will rob you

And take what you have

But a false hearted lover

Will lead you to your grave



The grave will decay you

And turn you to dust

One girl in a thousand

That a poor boy can trust



For they&#039;ll hug and they&#039;ll kiss you

And tell you more lies

That the crossties on a railroad

Or the stars in th sky



So come all you young fellows

Take a warning from me

Never place your affection

On a green growing tree



For the leaves they will wither

And the roots will decay

And a false hearted lover

Will soon fade away



On top of old Smokey

All covered with snow

I lost my true lover

For courting too slow
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		<item>
		<title>Old Riley</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7029</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7029#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Jun 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7029</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[





Painting by: William H. Johnson
Chain Gang
National Museum of American Art
Smithsonian Institution,
Washington, D.C.
This song is actually made up of two traditional songs combined by Lead Belly. They are prison work songs used for flat weeding. &#039;Rattler&#039; was the name generally given to the lead search dog on a prison [...]]]></description>
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Painting by: William H. Johnson

Chain Gang

National Museum of American Art

Smithsonian Institution,

Washington, D.C.







This song is actually made up of ...]]></itunes:subtitle>
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Painting by: William H. Johnson

Chain Gang

National Museum of American Art

Smithsonian Institution,

Washington, D.C.







This song is actually made up of two traditional songs combined by Lead Belly. They are prison work songs used for flat weeding. &#039;Rattler&#039; was the name generally given to the lead search dog on a prison farm.



The name &#039;Old Riley&#039; comes up in at least one other prison song. The line &#039;Believe I&#039;ll do like Old Riley, Old Riley walked de Brazos&#039; appears in &#039;Ain&#039;t No More Cane on the Brazos.&#039;  When an inmate tried to break out of prison, he would make his way up the river bed through the shallow water, to lose his scent to the blood hounds who were in hot pursuit. This was called &#039;walking the water.&#039; Apparently Old Riley was one prisoner who got away.
Lyrics:

OLD RILEY





[G] Old Riley walked the [C] water,

[G] Old Riley walked the [C] water

[G] In them long hot [D] summer [G] days.



Old Riley he is gone,

Old Riley he is gone

In them long hot summer days.



[G] Riley walked the [C] water;

[G] Here, [D] Rattler, [G] here

[G] Old Riley walked the [C] water;

[G] Here, [D] Rattler, [G] here.



Old Riley&#039;s gone like a turkey in the corn

Here, Rattler, here.

Old Riley&#039;s gone like a turkey in the corn

Here, Rattler, here.



Rattler come when I blow my horn

Here, Rattler, here.

Old Rattler come when I blow my horn

Here, Rattler, here.



Old Rattler&#039;s got him a marrow bone,

Here, Rattler, here.

Old Rattler&#039;s got him a marrow bone,

Here, Rattler, here.



Old Riley&#039;s gone like a turkey in the corn,

Here, Rattler, here.

Old Riley&#039;s gone like a turkey through the corn,

Here, Rattler, here.



Old Riley walked the water

Old Riley walked the water

In them long hot summer days.



Combination of traditional Words &#38; Music by Huddie Ledbetter. 



Another variation is here:



Here Rattler Here





Old Riley crossed the water,

On them long hot summer days

Old Riley crossed the water.

On them long hot summer days,



Oh Sic &#039;im, oh sic &#039;im

Oh sic &#039;im done gone,

here rattler here

Oh sic &#039;im, oh sic &#039;im.

Oh sic &#039;im done gone,

Here rattler here



Riley crossed the water;

On dem long hot summer days

Riley crossed the water

On dem long hot summer days

He&#039;s headed for the river;

As sure as your born.

Here, Rattler, here.

He can hear the sheriff blowin his horn

Here, Rattler, here.



Here old rattler

Here rattler here

Hey old rattler

Here rattler here



Oh Sic &#039;im, oh sic &#039;im

Oh sic &#039;im done gone,

here rattler here

Oh sic &#039;im, oh sic &#039;im.

Oh sic &#039;im done gone,

Here rattler here



Riley crossed the water;

On dem long hot summer days

Riley crossed the water

On dem long hot summer days



He&#039;s headed for the river;

Where we can&#039;t go.

Here, Rattler, here.

Headed up north for freedom land

Here, Rattler, here.



Hey old rattler

Here rattler here

Hey old rattler

Here rattler here



Oh Sic &#039;im, oh sic &#039;im

Oh sic &#039;im done gone,

here rattler here

Oh sic &#039;im, oh sic &#039;im.

Oh sic &#039;im done gone,

Here rattler here





Old Riley crossed the water

In them long hot summer days.

Old Riley crossed the water;

In them long hot summer days.
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		<item>
		<title>So Early In The Spring</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7028</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 May 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Love</category>
	<category>Seafaring</category>
	<category>Irish/british</category>
	<category>Mountain/southern us</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7028</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[





This is a sea chantey that got distilled, and transformed into a love ballad in the Appalachian Mountains. The origin is Scottish, but the lyrical style is obviously from the Southern United States. Many settlers to the New World brought their music with them, only [...]]]></description>
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This is a sea chantey that got distilled, and transformed into a love ballad in the Appalachian Mountains. The origin is Scottish, but the lyrical style is obviously from the Southern United States. Many settlers to the New World brought their music with them, only to have it subtly changed over time. 



Another example of this phenomenon is Jean Ritchie&#039;s song &#039;Nottamun Town,&#039; which only survived by being brought to North America. When, as a Fulbright Scholar she visited Nottingham, England to research the roots of the song, it had completely disappeared in its original form.



Appalachian Traditional Music, A Short History:

http://www.mustrad.org.uk/articles/appalach.htm
Lyrics:

SO EARLY IN THE SPRING



[A] It being early in the spring

I went on board to serve my [E] king

[A] Leaving my dearest [F#m] dear behind

She [E] oftimes swore her heart was[F#m] mine



As I lay smiling in her arms

I thought I held ten thousand charms

With embraces kind and a kiss so sweet

Saying We&#039;ll be married when next we meet



As I was sailing on the sea

I took a kind opportunity

Of writing letters to my dear

But scarce one word from her did hear



As I was walking up London Street

I shoved a letter from under my feet

Straight lines being wrote without any blot

Saying seldom seen is soon forgot



I went up to her father&#039;s hall

And for my dearest dear did call

She&#039;s married, sir, she&#039;s better for life

For she has become a rich man&#039;s wife



If the girl is married, whom I adore

I&#039;m sure I&#039;ll stay on land no more.

Straight lines being wrote without any blot

Saying seldom seen is soon forgot



So come young lads take a warn from me

If in love you&#039;ll ever be

For love is patient,love is kind,

Just never leave your love behind



It being early in the spring

I went on board to serve my king

Leaving my dearest dear behind

She oftimes swore her heart was mine



New words and new music by Roger McGuinn (C) 2005 McGuinn Music (BMI)
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		<title>Wanderin&#039;</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7027</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7027#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Apr 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Blues</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7027</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[





This was originally a post World War I lament of a soldier returning
to hard times in America. I&#039;ve interpreted it as a tribute to traveling and have
written a few new verses to reflect my love of wanderin&#039;
Lyrics:

[C] My daddy is an engineer, [Em] my brother drives a hack
My [F] [...]]]></description>
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This was originally a post World War I lament of a soldier returning

to hard times in America. I&#039;ve interpreted it as a tribute to traveling and have

written a few new verses to reflect my love of wanderin&#039;
Lyrics:

[C] My daddy is an engineer, [Em] my brother drives a hack

My [F] sister takes in washing and the [Dm] baby balls the jack

[C] And it looks like I&#039;m [Em] never going to [Am] cease my [Dm] -

[G7] - [C] wandering



I&#039;ve been out a-wandering both early and late

From New York City to the Golden Gate

And it looks like I&#039;m never going to cease my wandering



Been across this country so many times before,

But I never lose the feeling, that&#039;s what God made me for

And it looks like I&#039;m never going to cease my wandering



Been working in the city, working on the farm

I always have a guitar underneath my arm

And it looks like I&#039;m never going to cease my wandering



Played most every country, played most every town

Want to keep on playing, this whole wide world around

And it looks like I&#039;m never going to cease my wandering



There&#039;s fish in the ocean, and eels in the sea

And everywhere I haven&#039;t been, that&#039;s where I want to be

And it looks like I&#039;m never going to cease my wandering



Traditional, New lyrics by Roger McGuinn (C) McGuinn Music 2005 / BMI
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		<title>Follow The Drinking Gourd</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7026</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7026#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Mar 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Mountain/southern us</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7026</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[





Special thanks to Nedra Talley Ross (of the Ronettes) for background vocals.
                         http://www.history-of-rock.com/ronettes.htm
FOLLOW THE DRINKING GOURD DECODED
[A] Follow the [Em] drinking gourd!
[A] [...]]]></description>
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Special thanks to Nedra Talley Ross (of the Ronettes) for background vocals.

                         http://www.history-of-rock.com/ronettes.htm



FOLLOW THE DRINKING GOURD DECODED



[A] Follow the [Em] drinking gourd!

[A] Follow the [Em] drinking gourd.

For the [G] old man is [D] waiting to [C] carry you to [D] freedom

[Em] Follow the [D] drinking [Em] gourd.



The old man in this chorus was Peg Leg Joe, a sailor-turned-carpenter who had lost part of his right leg in an accident at sea. Joe wintered in the South doing odd jobs, from plantation to plantation.  When he wasn&#039;t working he taught the slaves this song containing a secret escape route to freedom in the North.





The Drinking Gourd is not a gourd, but the Big Dipper with its two pointer stars (Dubhe and Merak) that visually lead to the North Star. 

By following the North Star the slaves were able to consistently navigate northward.



When the sun comes back and the first quail calls,

Follow the drinking gourd, 

For the old man is waiting to carry you to freedom

If you follow the drinking gourd.



Each year when the quails migrated south, the slaves were told to begin their journey northward, which entailed crossing the unnavigable Ohio River. It was too swift and wide to cross, except in winter, when it was frozen and slaves could walk to the other shore on the ice.



The riverbank makes a very good road,

The dead trees will show you the way,

Left foot, peg foot traveling on,

Following the drinking gourd.



Peg Leg Joe marked one bank of the Tombigbee River in Mississippi with his easily identifiable footprints. By following them and the dead trees along the riverbank, the slaves could have a safe journey free from plantation owner&#039;s hounds.



The river ends between two hills,

Follow the drinking gourd,

There&#039;s another river on the other side,

Follow the drinking gourd.



When the Tombigbee ended, the slaves were told to continue northward, over the hills,  to the Tennessee River where the Underground Railroad would help them.
Lyrics:

FOLLOW THE DRINKING GOURD



[Em] When the sun goes back and the [C] first quail calls

[Em] Follow the [D] drinking [Em] gourd

[Em] The old man is a-waitin&#039; for to [C] carry you to freedom

[Em] Follow the [D] drinking [Em] gourd



[A] Follow the [Em] drinking gourd!

[A] Follow the [Em] drinking gourd.

For the [G] old man is [D] waiting to [C] carry you to [D] freedom

[Em] Follow the [D] drinking [Em] gourd.





The river bed makes a mighty fine road,

Dead trees to show you the way

And it&#039;s left foot, peg foot, traveling on

Follow the drinking gourd



CHORUS



The river ends between two hills

Follow the drinking gourd

There&#039;s another river on the other side

Follow the drinking gourd



CHORUS



I thought I heard the angels say

Follow the drinking gourd

The stars in the heavens gonna show you the way

Follow the drinking gourd



CHORUS
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		<title>Let The Bullgine Run</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7025</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7025#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Feb 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Seafaring</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7025</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[





The term bullgine was derisive shipboard slang for an engine. Sailors didn&#039;t like them much, and many still don&#039;t today.
I recorded this song on the album &#039;Judy Collins 3&#039; on Elektra Records in 1963. This is a slightly different version,
but my banjo part is pretty close [...]]]></description>
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The term bullgine was derisive shipboard slang for an engine. Sailors didn&#039;t like them much, and many still don&#039;t today.

I recorded this song on the album &#039;Judy Collins 3&#039; on Elektra Records in 1963. This is a slightly different version, 

but my banjo part is pretty close to the one I played on Judy&#039;s record. This is a rollicking halliards chantey. The Margot Evans was a packet ship, one of the first vessels to guarantee delivery of its mail packets across the Atlantic in a specified amount of time.
Lyrics:

[Em] Oh the smartest clipper [G] you can [Am] find

[G] Heave away, [D] haul away

Is the [Em] Margot Evans of the [G] Blue Cross [Am] Line

[G] So clear away the [D] track and let the [Em] bullgine run!



[Em] Tell me, are you most done?

[G] Heave away, [Am] haul away

[Em] With Liza Lee all [G] on my [Am] knee,

[G] So clear away the [D] track and let the [Em] bullgine run!



O the Margot Evans of the Blue Cross Line,

Heave away, haul away

She&#039;s never a day behind her time

So clear away the track and let the bullgine run!



Tell me, are you most done?

Heave away, haul away

With Liza Lee all on my knee,

So clear away the track and let the bullgine run!



Oh, when I come home across the sea,

Heave away, haul away

It&#039;s Liza, will you marry me?

So clear away the track and let the bullgine run!



Tell me, are you most done?

Heave away, haul away

With Liza Lee all on my knee,

So clear away the track and let the bullgine run!



Oh the smartest clipper you can find

Heave away, haul away

Is the Margot Evans of the Blue Cross Line

So clear away the track and let the bullgine run!
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		<title>Cindy</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7024</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7024#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Jan 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Mountain/southern us</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7024</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[





This is one of the great American folk songs that I learned at the Old Town School of Folk Music in Chicago. I love playing banjo on this song, which according to John Lomax is originally from North Carolina. Cindy is a widely known frolic tune, appearing in many [...]]]></description>
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This is one of the great American folk songs that I learned at the Old Town School of Folk Music in Chicago. I love playing banjo on this song, which according to John Lomax is originally from North Carolina. Cindy is a widely known frolic tune, appearing in many folk music collections and even old elementary school songbooks.
Lyrics:

CINDY



[C] You ought to see my Cindy

She lives away down [G] south

[C] She&#039;s so sweet the [F] honeybees

[C] Swarm [G] around her [C] mouth.



cho: Get along [F] home, Cindy Cindy

Get along [C] home.

Get along [F] home, Cindy Cindy

I&#039;ll [C] marry [G] you some [C] day. (I&#039;m a-gonna leave you now)



Wish I was an apple

Hangin on a tree

An&#039; every time that Cindy passed

She&#039;d take a bite o&#039; me



cho: Get along [F] home, Cindy Cindy

Get along [C] home.

Get along [F] home, Cindy Cindy

I&#039;ll [C] marry [G] you some [C] day. (I&#039;m a-gonna leave you now)



She took me to the parlor

She cooled me with her fan

She said I was the prettiest thing

In the shape of mortal man



cho: Get along [F] home, Cindy Cindy

Get along [C] home.

Get along [F] home, Cindy Cindy

I&#039;ll [C] marry [G] you some [C] day. (I&#039;m a-gonna leave you now)



Now Cindy got religion,

She had it once before

When she heered my old banjo

She&#039;s the first one on the floor.



cho: Get along [F] home, Cindy Cindy

Get along [C] home.

Get along [F] home, Cindy Cindy

I&#039;ll [C] marry [G] you some [C] day. (I&#039;m a-gonna leave you now)



Now Cindy got religion,

She wheeled round and round

She got so full of glory

That she knocked the preacher down



cho: Get along [F] home, Cindy Cindy

Get along [C] home.

Get along [F] home, Cindy Cindy

I&#039;ll [C] marry [G] you some [C] day. (I&#039;m a-gonna leave you now)



[C] You ought to see my Cindy

She lives away down [G] south

[C] She&#039;s so sweet that [F] honeybees

[C] Swarm [G] around her [C] mouth.



cho: Get along [F] home, Cindy Cindy

Get along [C] home.

Get along [F] home, Cindy Cindy

I&#039;ll [C] marry [G] you some [C] day. (X2)



Some additional verses:



Cindy in the summertime

Cindy in the fall

If I can&#039;t have Cindy all the time

Have no one at all.



Cindy is a pretty girl

Cindy is a peach;

Threw her arms around my neck

Hung on like a leach.



Cindy got religion,

Tell you what she done:

Walked up to the minister

Chawed her chewin&#039; gum.



Cindy got religion,

She had it once before

When she heered my old banjo

She&#039;s the first one on the floor.



Cindy got religion

She really went to town;

Got so full of glory, Lord,

Shook her stockin&#039;s down.



If I had a pretty gal

I&#039;d put her on a shelf;

Ev&#039;ry time she smiled at me,

I&#039;d jump right up myself.



Cindy had one blue eye

She also had one brown

One eye looked in the country

The other one looked in town



Wish I had a needle and thread

Wish that I could sew

I&#039;d sew that gal to my coat tails

And down the road we&#039;d go



alt chorus:

Git along home, Cindy

Git along home to stay

Git along home, Cindy

One more night &#039;n&#039; day



alt cho: It&#039;s kiss me, gal

Kiss me once again.

Oh, it&#039;s kiss me, gal

All night long.
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		<title>The First Noel</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7023</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7023#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Dec 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Seasonal</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7023</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[





One of my fondest childhood memories is of standing around the piano with my mother and father at my grandparents&#039; house in Chicago. My grandfather and grandmother sat at the keyboard. Every Christmas we would go through the small book of carols. The tree in the next [...]]]></description>
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One of my fondest childhood memories is of standing around the piano with my mother and father at my grandparents&#039; house in Chicago. My grandfather and grandmother sat at the keyboard. Every Christmas we would go through the small book of carols. The tree in the next room was decorated with lots of nineteenth century ornaments, and tin toys from Germany were abundantly scattered around the blanket of white material made to look like snow. This is one of the prettiest carols I remember from that time. An English Carol from before 1823.
Lyrics:

The First Noel



[D] The first Noel the [G] angel did [D] say, 

Was to [G] certain poor [D] shepherds in fields as they lay;

In fields where they lay [G] keeping their [D] sheep,

On a [G] cold winter&#039;s [D] night that was [A] so [D] deep.



[D] Noel, [Bm] Noel, [G] Noel, [D] Noel, 

[G] Born is the [D] King of Is [A] ra [D] el



They looked up and saw a star 

Shining in the east, beyond them far,

And to the earth it gave great light,

And so it continued both day and night.



Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel, 

Born is the King of Israel



And by the light of that same star

Three Wise Men came from country far;

To seek for a king was their intent,

And to follow the star wherever it went.



Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel, 

Born is the King of Israel



Then let us all with one accord

Sing praises to our heavenly Lord

Who hath made heaven and earth of naught,

And with His blood all mankind hath bought.



Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel, 

Born is the King of Israel



Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel, 

Born is the King of Israel
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		<title>The John B&#039;s Sails</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7022</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7022#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Nov 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Seafaring</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7022</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[





This is a sea song from around Nassau. We recorded this at Ridley Pearson&#039;s house at the beginning of the Rock Bottom Remainders Wannapalooza 2004 Tour. Riddley, Dave Barry, Greg Iles, and I were the vocalists. Ridley played bass, and I played 6-string acoustic and Rickenbacker [...]]]></description>
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This is a sea song from around Nassau. We recorded this at Ridley Pearson&#039;s house at the beginning of the Rock Bottom Remainders Wannapalooza 2004 Tour. Riddley, Dave Barry, Greg Iles, and I were the vocalists. Ridley played bass, and I played 6-string acoustic and Rickenbacker 12-string electric guitars.



Carl Sandburg says:



&#039;John T. McCutcheon, cartoonist and kindly philosopher, and his wife Eveleyn Shaw McCutcheon, mother and poet, learned to sing this song on their Treasure Island in the West Indies. They tell of it, &#039;Time and usage have given this song almost the dignity of a national anthem around Nassau. The weathered ribs of the historic craft lie embedded in the sand at Governor&#039;s Harbour, when an expedition, especially set up for the purpose in 1926, extracted a knee of horseflesh and a ring-bolt. These relics are now preserved and built into the Watch Tower, designed by Mr. Howard Shaw and built on our southern coast a couple of points east by north of the star Canopus.&#039; 



In his book, &#039; FOLKSONGS OF NORTH-AMERICA,&#039; John Lomax offers short bits of descriptive prose to set the scene for his collected works. 



Here is his entry for &#039;THE JOHN B&#039;s SAILS&#039;:



&#039;The small boat piers of Nassau Harbor form the market-place of the Bahamas. The dirty, sea-scarred sloops, tethered on the pale blue water, are like so many country wagons loaded with produce for sale in the capital. A sixteen-footer stands in towards the dock, its deck only a few inches above the waves, carrying a cow, five goats, a dozen hens, four women, six children, and four of five sailors. This crowded little boat is ending a journey from an island, perhaps two or three hundred miles away. As it noses into the pier, a similar craft lifts its ragged sail and departs, its deck packed with passengers and freight, for some coral islet far down the chain toward Haiti.



These vessels carry no charts, no compasses, and no auxiliary engines, yet few of them come to grief, for the Bahaman is at home in his reef-filled azure seas. They tell and believe a story about an old sea pilot, grown blind, who could stick his finger in the water and tell precisely where his boat lay.&#039;
Lyrics:

THE JOHN B&#039;s SAILS



[D] We come on the sloop John B,

my Grandfather and me.

Around Nassau town we did [A7] roam.

Drinkin&#039; all [D] night.

Got into a [G] - [Em] fight.

Well, I [D] feel so break up, [A7] I want to go [D] home. 



Chorus:

Hoist up the John B&#039;s sails.

See how the main sails set.

Call for the captain ashore, let me go home. 

Let me go home. 

I want to go home. 

Well, I feel so break up, I want to go home. 



First mate, he got drunk.

Broke up the people&#039;s trunk.

Constable had to come and take him away.

Sheriff John Stone,

why don&#039;t you leave me alone? 

Well, I feel so break up, I want to go home. 



Chorus



Well, the poor cook he caught the fits.

Throw away all of my grits.

Then he took and he ate up all of my corn.

Let me go home. 

I want to go home. 

This is the worst trip since I&#039;ve been born. 



Chorus
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		<item>
		<title>Spanish Ladies</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7020</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Oct 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Seafaring</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7020</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[





This song gives a vivid picture of the sailing ships in the English Channel. The &#039;Grand Fleet&#039; was an old name for the Channel Fleet. &#039;Deadman&#039; and &#039;Fairlee&#039; are sea names for Dodman Point near Plymouth and Fairlight Hill near Hastings, and Ushant is the Ile d&#039;Ouessant off [...]]]></description>
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How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Spanish Ladies

This song gives a vivid picture of the sailing ships in the English Channel. The &#039;Grand Fleet&#039; was an old name for the Channel Fleet. &#039;Deadman&#039; and &#039;Fairlee&#039; are sea names for Dodman Point near Plymouth and Fairlight Hill near Hastings, and Ushant is the Ile d&#039;Ouessant off Brest in France. Source: http://ingeb.org/folksong.html
Lyrics:

[Em] Farewell and adieu unto [G] you Spanish [D] ladies,

[Em] Farewell and adieu to you [G] ladies of [D] Spain;

[Em] For it&#039;s we&#039;ve received [D] orders for to [C] sail for old [Em] England,

[Em] But we hope very [D] soon we shall [C] see you [Em] again.



Then we hove our ship to the wind at sou&#039;-west, my boys,

We hove our ship to our soundings for to see;

So we rounded and sounded, and got forty-five fathoms,

We squared our main yard, up channel steered we.



Now the first land we made it is called the Deadman,

Then Ram Head off Plymouth, Start, Portland and Wight;

We sailed by Beachy, by Fairlee and Dungeness,

Until we came abreast of the South Foreland Light.



We&#039;ll rant and we&#039;ll roar like true British sailors,

We&#039;ll rant and we&#039;ll roar across the salt seas,

Until we strike soundings in the Channel of old England,

From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues.



Then the signal was made for the grand fleet for to anchor,

All in the downs that night for to meet;

Then it&#039;s stand by your stoppers, see clear your shank-painters,

Haul all your clew garnets, stick out tacks and sheets.



We&#039;ll rant and we&#039;ll roar like true British sailors,

We&#039;ll rant and we&#039;ll roar across the salt seas,

Until we strike soundings in the Channel of old England,

From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues.



Now let every man toss off a full bumper,

And let every man toss off a full bowl;

And we&#039;ll drink and be merry and drown melancholy,

Singing, here&#039;s a good health to all true-hearted souls.



We&#039;ll rant and we&#039;ll roar like true British sailors,

We&#039;ll rant and we&#039;ll roar across the salt seas,

Until we strike soundings in the Channel of old England,

From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues.
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        <itunes:block>No</itunes:block>
        <itunes:keywords>Seafaring,</itunes:keywords>
        
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		<item>
		<title>Oh Freedom</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7019</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7019#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Sep 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Blues</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7019</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[




This is a great old spiritual. I recorded it during a thunder storm in Florida and decided to leave the thunder on the track to give it more ambiance. Freedom is often taken for granted, but is sorely missed when it&#039;s gone.
Lyrics:

[G]Oh freedom [D]Oh freedom [G]Oh freedom [D]over [...]]]></description>
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        <itunes:author>Roger McGuinn</itunes:author>
        <itunes:subtitle><![CDATA[How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Oh Freedom

This is a great old spiritual. I recorded it during a thunder storm in Florida and decided to ...]]></itunes:subtitle>
        <itunes:summary><![CDATA[How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Oh Freedom

This is a great old spiritual. I recorded it during a thunder storm in Florida and decided to leave the thunder on the track to give it more ambiance. Freedom is often taken for granted, but is sorely missed when it&#039;s gone.
Lyrics:

[G]Oh freedom [D]Oh freedom [G]Oh freedom [D]over me

[G] And before I&#039;ll be a [Em] slave, [C] I&#039;ll be burried in my [Am] grave

[G] And go home to my [D] Lord and be [G] free



[G]No more moanin&#039; [D]No more moanin&#039;[G]No more moanin&#039; [D]over me

[G] And before I&#039;ll be a [Em] slave, [C] I&#039;ll be burried in my [Am] grave

[G] And go home to my [D] Lord and be [G] free



[G]No more weepin&#039; [D]No more weepin&#039;[G]No more weepin&#039; [D]over me

[G] And before I&#039;ll be a [Em] slave, [C] I&#039;ll be burried in my [Am] grave

[G] And go home to my [D] Lord and be [G] free



[G]No more shootin&#039; [D]No more shootin&#039;[G]No more shootin&#039; [D]over me

[G] And before I&#039;ll be a [Em] slave, [C] I&#039;ll be burried in my [Am] grave

[G] And go home to my [D] Lord and be [G] free



[G]There&#039;ll be singin&#039; [D]There&#039;ll be singin&#039;[G]There&#039;ll be singin&#039; [D]over me

[G] And before I&#039;ll be a [Em] slave, [C] I&#039;ll be burried in my [Am] grave

[G] And go home to my [D] Lord and be [G] free



[G] And before I&#039;ll be a [Em] slave, [C] I&#039;ll be burried in my [Am] grave

[G] And go home to my [D] Lord and be [G] free
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        <itunes:keywords>Blues,</itunes:keywords>
        
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		<item>
		<title>Haul Away Joe</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7018</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7018#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Aug 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Seafaring</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7018</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[





This is a tack and sheet, short haul chantey. There are many verses and it may have been used as a halyard chantey as well. Sheet chanties were usually no longer than three or four verses. Sometimes the word &#039;pull&#039; or &#039;haul&#039; was used instead of Joe. [...]]]></description>
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        <itunes:author>Roger McGuinn</itunes:author>
        <itunes:subtitle><![CDATA[
How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Haul Away Joe

This is a tack and sheet, short haul chantey. There are many verses and it may have ...]]></itunes:subtitle>
        <itunes:summary><![CDATA[
How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Haul Away Joe

This is a tack and sheet, short haul chantey. There are many verses and it may have been used as a halyard chantey as well. Sheet chanties were usually no longer than three or four verses. Sometimes the word &#039;pull&#039; or &#039;haul&#039; was used instead of Joe. 



Although the chantey was known earlier among British sailors, it was not well-known on Yankee ships until the period between 1812 and the Civil War. It was obviously sung after the French Revolution.
Lyrics:

[Am] When I was a [Em] little lad

And [Dm] so my mother [Em] told me,

[Am] Way, haul [Em] away, we&#039;ll [Dm] haul [E] away, [Am] Joe!

[Am] That if I did not [Em] kiss the gals

Me [Dm] lips would all grow [Em] moldy.

[Am] Way, haul [Em] away, we&#039;ll [Dm] haul [E] away, [Am] Joe!



Way, haul away, the good ship is a-bolding,

Way, haul away, we&#039;ll haul away, Joe!

Way, haul away, the sheet is now unfold-ing,

Way, haul away, we&#039;ll haul away, Joe!



King Louis was the king of France

Before the revolution...

Way, haul away, we&#039;ll haul away, Joe!

But then he got his head cut off

Which spoiled his constitution...

Way, haul away, we&#039;ll haul away, Joe!



Way, haul away, we&#039;ll haul for better weather...

Way, haul away, we&#039;ll haul away, Joe!

Way haul away, we&#039;ll haul away together

Way, haul away, we&#039;ll haul away, Joe!



The cook is in the galley boys

Making duff so handy

Way, haul away, we&#039;ll haul away, Joe!

The captain&#039;s in his cabin lads

Drinking wine and brandy

Way, haul away, we&#039;ll haul away, Joe!



Way, haul away, I&#039;ll sing to you of Nancy...

Way, haul away, we&#039;ll haul away, Joe!

Way, haul away, she&#039;s just my cut and fancy...

Way, haul away, we&#039;ll haul away, Joe!



Way, haul away, we&#039;ll haul for better weather...

Way, haul away, we&#039;ll haul away, Joe!

Way haul away, we&#039;ll haul away together

Way, haul away, we&#039;ll haul away, Joe!
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        <itunes:explicit>No</itunes:explicit>
        <itunes:block>No</itunes:block>
        <itunes:keywords>Seafaring,</itunes:keywords>
        
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		<item>
		<title>Down by the Riverside</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7017</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7017#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Jul 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Spiritual</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7017</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[




This is a great old spiritual that has new meaning every time there is a conflict in the world. We recorded this live at the Fairfield concert hall in Croydon England on June 30, 2004. The audience is singing very well.
Lyrics:

[G] Gonna lay down my sword [...]]]></description>
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        <itunes:author>Roger McGuinn</itunes:author>
        <itunes:subtitle><![CDATA[How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Down by the Riverside

This is a great old spiritual that has new meaning every time there is a conflict ...]]></itunes:subtitle>
        <itunes:summary><![CDATA[How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Down by the Riverside

This is a great old spiritual that has new meaning every time there is a conflict in the world. We recorded this live at the Fairfield concert hall in Croydon England on June 30, 2004. The audience is singing very well.
Lyrics:

[G] Gonna lay down my sword and shield

Down by the riverside

[D] Down by the riverside

[G] Down by the riverside

Gonna lay down my sword and shield

Down by the riverside

Down [D] by the [G] riverside

 refrain

I ain&#039;t gonna [C] study war no more,

I ain&#039;t gonna [G] study war no more,

Study war no [D] more.

I ain&#039;t gonna [C] study war no more,

I ain&#039;t gonna [G] study war no more,

Study [D] war no [G] more.

Gonna walk with the Prince of Peace

Down by the riverside

Down by the riverside

Down by the riverside

Down by the riverside

refrain

Gonna put on my long white robe;

Down By the riverside

Down by the riverside

Down by the riverside

Gonna put on my long white robe; Down by the riverside

Down by the riverside

Gonna lay down my sword and shield

Down by the riverside

Down by the riverside

Down by the riverside

Gonna lay down my sword and shield

Down by the riverside

Down by the riverside
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        <itunes:block>No</itunes:block>
        <itunes:keywords>Spiritual,</itunes:keywords>
        
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		<item>
		<title>Salty Dog Blues</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7016</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7016#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Jun 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Blues</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7016</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[





This is one of the songs I recorded in 1958 at my house at 57 E. Division Street in Chicago. It&#039;s a country blues. I was speaking with a man from a radio station in Belgium who mentioned that his favorite songs from the Folk Den were [...]]]></description>
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        <itunes:author>Roger McGuinn</itunes:author>
        <itunes:subtitle><![CDATA[
How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Salty Dog Blues

This is one of the songs I recorded in 1958 at my house at 57 E. Division ...]]></itunes:subtitle>
        <itunes:summary><![CDATA[
How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Salty Dog Blues

This is one of the songs I recorded in 1958 at my house at 57 E. Division Street in Chicago. It&#039;s a country blues. I was speaking with a man from a radio station in Belgium who mentioned that his favorite songs from the Folk Den were these historical recordings, so I went into my archive and found one.
Lyrics:

CH:

[G] Oh salty [E7] dog, oh salty [A] dog, well you&#039;re [D7] sly as a fox 

you salty [G] dog



[G] Well [E] God made a woman, made her might funny

Made the [A] stuff around her lips taste like honey

[D7] Won&#039;t you be my salty [G] dog?



CH:

Oh salty dog, oh salty dog, well you&#039;re sly as a fox you salty dog



Well I got a nickel you got a dime, you spend yours and I&#039;ll save mine

Honey won&#039;t you be my salty dog?



CH:

Oh salty dog, oh salty dog, well you&#039;re sly as a fox you salty dog



Down by the wild wood sittin&#039; on a log, singin&#039; a song about a salty dog

Honey won&#039;t you be my salty dog?



CH:

Oh salty dog, oh salty dog, well you&#039;re sly as a fox you salty dog



[Spoken]

You know, one time I took my girl to a real fine restaurant, thought 

I&#039;d buy her something real nice - got the most expensive thing on the menu. 

Well that turned out to be some kind of tongue with fancy dressing on it. When my girl 

saw that man, she really flipped! She said, &#039;I ain&#039;t gonna eat nothing that 

comes out of no animal&#039;s mouth.&#039; So I called over the waiter. I said 

&#039;Waiter, bring her a hard boiled egg.&#039;



CH:

Oh salty dog, oh salty dog, well you&#039;re sly as a fox you salty dog



Well I got a nickel you got a dime, you spend yours and I&#039;ll save mine

Honey won&#039;t you be my salty dog?



CH:

Oh salty dog, oh salty dog, well you&#039;re sly as a fox you salty dog
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        <itunes:block>No</itunes:block>
        <itunes:keywords>Blues,</itunes:keywords>
        
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		<item>
		<title>Gypsey Rover</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7015</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7015#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 04 May 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Love</category>
	<category>Irish/british</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7015</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[




This is one of the great songs I performed night after night with the Chad Mitchell Trio back in the early 60s. It&#039;s a sweet love song for May.
Lyrics:

[A] Gypsy [E7] rover, come [A] over the [E7] hill, [A] down through the valley so [E7] shady
He [A] whistled [...]]]></description>
		<wfw:commentRSS>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?feed=rss2&amp;p=7015</wfw:commentRSS>
        
        <enclosure url='http://ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden/php/music/Gypsy.mp3' length='2003400' type='audio/mp3'/>
        
                
        <itunes:author>Roger McGuinn</itunes:author>
        <itunes:subtitle><![CDATA[How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Gypsey Rover

This is one of the great songs I performed night after night with the Chad Mitchell Trio back ...]]></itunes:subtitle>
        <itunes:summary><![CDATA[How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Gypsey Rover

This is one of the great songs I performed night after night with the Chad Mitchell Trio back in the early 60s. It&#039;s a sweet love song for May.
Lyrics:

[A] Gypsy [E7] rover, come [A] over the [E7] hill, [A] down through the valley so [E7] shady

He [A] whistled and he [E7] sang til the [A] green woods [F#m] rang and [A] he won the [D]heart of a [A] lady [E7]



Ah dee doo ah dee doo da day, ah dee doo ah dee day dee

He whistled and he sang til the green woods rang

And he won the heart of a lady



She left her fathers castle gate, she left her own fine lover

She left her servants and her state, to follow the gypsy rover



Ah dee doo ah dee doo da day, ah dee doo ah dee day dee

He whistled and he sang til the green woods rang

And he won the heart of a lady



Her father saddled up his fastest stead, roamed the valleys all over

Sought his daughter at great speed and the whistling gypsy rover



Ah dee doo ah dee doo da day, ah dee doo ah dee day dee

He whistled and he sang til the green woods rang

And he won the heart of a lady



He came at last to a mansion fine, down by the river Clady

And there was music and there was wine, for the gypsy and his lady



Ah dee doo ah dee doo da day, ah dee doo ah dee day dee

He whistled and he sang til the green woods rang

And he won the heart of a lady



He is no gypsy, my father, she said, but lord of these lands all over

And I will stay til my dying day, with my whistling gypsy rover



Ah dee doo ah dee doo da day, ah dee doo ah dee day dee

He whistled and he sang til the green woods rang

And he won the heart of a lady
]]></itunes:summary>
        
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        <itunes:block>No</itunes:block>
        <itunes:keywords>Love,Irish/british,</itunes:keywords>
        
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		<item>
		<title>Whistling Gypsy</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7013</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7013#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 04 May 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Love</category>
	<category>Irish/british</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7013</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[




This is one of the great Irish folk songs I played night after night
with the Chad Mitchell Trio. It&#039;s a fine love song for May.
Lyrics:

The [A] Gypsy [E7]rover, come [A] over the [E7] hill,
[A] down through the [E7] valley so [A] shady. [E7]
He [A] whistled and he [E7] [...]]]></description>
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        <itunes:author>Roger McGuinn</itunes:author>
        <itunes:subtitle><![CDATA[How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Whistling Gypsy



This is one of the great Irish folk songs I played night after night 

with the Chad Mitchell ...]]></itunes:subtitle>
        <itunes:summary><![CDATA[How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Whistling Gypsy



This is one of the great Irish folk songs I played night after night 

with the Chad Mitchell Trio. It&#039;s a fine love song for May.

Lyrics:



The [A] Gypsy [E7]rover, come [A] over the [E7] hill, 

[A] down through the [E7] valley so [A] shady. [E7]

He [A] whistled and he [E7] sang til the [A] green woods [F#m] rang 

And [A] he won the [D] heart of a [A] lady [E7]



Ah dee doo ah dee doo da day, ah dee doo ah dee day dee

He whistled and he sang til the green woods rang

And he won the heart of a lady



She left her fathers castle gate, she left her own young lover

She left her servants and her state, to follow the gypsy rover



Ah dee doo ah dee doo da day, ah dee doo ah dee day dee

He whistled and he sang til the green woods rang

And he won the heart of a lady



Her father saddled up his fastest stead, roamed the valleys all over

Sought his daughter at great speed and the whistling gypsy rover



Ah dee doo ah dee doo da day, ah dee doo ah dee day dee

He whistled and he sang til the green woods rang

And he won the heart of a lady



He came at last to a mansion fine, down by the river Clady

And there was music and there was wine, for the gypsy and his lady



Ah dee doo ah dee doo da day, ah dee doo ah dee day dee

He whistled and he sang til the green woods rang

And he won the heart of a lady



He is no gypsy, my father, she said, but lord of these lands all over

And I will stay til my dying day, with my whistling gypsy rover



Ah dee doo ah dee doo da day, ah dee doo ah dee day dee

He whistled and he sang til the green woods rang

And he won the heart of a lady

]]></itunes:summary>
        
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        <itunes:block>No</itunes:block>
        <itunes:keywords>Love,Irish/british,</itunes:keywords>
        
	</item>
		<item>
		<title>Ezekiel Saw A Wheel</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7014</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7014#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Apr 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Mountain/southern us</category>
	<category>Spiritual</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7014</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[





Image Credit: http://www.untiedmusic.com/ezekiel/
This is a spiritual I learned many years ago at the Old Town School of Folk Music in Chicago. It refers to a part of the Old Testament where Ezekiel sees a vision of concentric wheels floating in space. They have many properties attributed [...]]]></description>
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        <itunes:author>Roger McGuinn</itunes:author>
        <itunes:subtitle><![CDATA[

How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Ezekiel Saw A Wheel



Image Credit: http://www.untiedmusic.com/ezekiel/









This is a spiritual I learned many years ago at the Old Town School ...]]></itunes:subtitle>
        <itunes:summary><![CDATA[

How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Ezekiel Saw A Wheel



Image Credit: http://www.untiedmusic.com/ezekiel/









This is a spiritual I learned many years ago at the Old Town School of Folk Music in Chicago. It refers to a part of the Old Testament where Ezekiel sees a vision of concentric wheels floating in space. They have many properties attributed to flying saucers. It makes one wonder whether people who claim to see flying saucers are seeing into a spiritual dimension. There are many mysteries. 



I have recorded this song in the new genre Pho-Kop to coincide with the April 1, 2004 release of my new CD &#039;Limited Edition&#039; where Pho-Kop first appears in the song &#039;Shady Grove.&#039;



Trad., Arr. R. McGuinn / McGuinn Music (BMI) 2004

Lyrics:



[G] Ezekiel saw a wheel, way up in the middle of the air



Ezekiel saw a wheel way in the [D] middle of the [G] air



Little wheel run by faith, big wheel run by the grace of God



Ezekiel saw a wheel way in the [D] middle of the [G] air

]]></itunes:summary>
        
        <itunes:explicit>No</itunes:explicit>
        <itunes:block>No</itunes:block>
        <itunes:keywords>Mountain/southern us,Spiritual,</itunes:keywords>
        
	</item>
		<item>
		<title>Drunken Sailor</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6981</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6981#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Seafaring</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6981</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[





This song is well known on both sides of the Atlantic, used on sailing ships as a short haul as well as a forcastle (fo&#039;c&#039;sle) shanty.
Lyrics:

[Dm] What shall we do with a drunken sailor
[C] What shall we do with a drunken sailor
[Dm] What shall we do with a [...]]]></description>
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        <itunes:author>Roger McGuinn</itunes:author>
        <itunes:subtitle><![CDATA[
How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Drunken Sailor

This song is well known on both sides of the Atlantic, used on sailing ships as a short ...]]></itunes:subtitle>
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How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Drunken Sailor

This song is well known on both sides of the Atlantic, used on sailing ships as a short haul as well as a forcastle (fo&#039;c&#039;sle) shanty.
Lyrics:

[Dm] What shall we do with a drunken sailor

[C] What shall we do with a drunken sailor

[Dm] What shall we do with a drunken sailor 

Earl-eye in the morning!



Chorus:

[Dm] Way hay and up she rises

[C]  Way hay and up she rises 

[Dm] Way hay and up she rises

[Dm] Earl-eye [C] in the [Dm] morning



Put him in a long-boat till he&#039;s sober (X3)

Earl-eye in the morning!



Pull out the plug and wet him all over (X3)

Earl-eye in the morning!

 

Put him in the bilge and make him drink it (X3)

Earl-eye in the morning!



Shave his belly with a rusty razor (X3)

Earl-eye in the morning!



Heave him by the leg with a running bowline (X3)

Earl-eye in the morning!



Keel haul him untill he gets sober. (X3)

Earl-eye in the morning!



That&#039;s what we do with the drunken sailor (X3)



Way hay and up she rises

Way hay and up she rises 

Way hay and up she rises

Earl-eye in the morning (X3)
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		<item>
		<title>Silver Dagger</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7012</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7012#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Feb 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Love</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7012</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[





Silver Dagger is a song I first heard in the early 60s on a Joan Baez album. I loved the beautiful melody and the way Joan sang and played it. This was a ladies song. I always wished I could sing it, but I minded doing songs of [...]]]></description>
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        <itunes:author>Roger McGuinn</itunes:author>
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How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Silver Dagger

Silver Dagger is a song I first heard in the early 60s on a Joan Baez album. I loved the beautiful melody and the way Joan sang and played it. This was a ladies song. I always wished I could sing it, but I minded doing songs of the opposite gender, so I changed the gender of the song with a few words.
Lyrics:

Silver Dagger



 



I won&#039;t [A] sing love songs, I&#039;ll wake your [D] mother



She&#039;s sleeping [A] there, right by your [Bm] side



And in her [G] right hand is a sliver [Em] dagger



She says that [G] you can never be my [A] bride



 



All men are false, so says your mother



They tell you wicked, loving lies



The very next evening, they&#039;ll court another



Leave you alone to pine and sigh



 



Your daddy is a handsome wrangler



He&#039;s got a chain five miles long



From every link a heart does dangle



Of some fair maid he&#039;s loved and wronged



 



I&#039;ll court another tender maiden



And hope that she will be my wife



For you&#039;ve been warned and you&#039;ve decided



To sleep alone all of your life



 



(C) 2004 MCGUINN MUSIC / Roger McGuinn
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		<item>
		<title>The Gallows Pole</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7011</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7011#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Love</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7011</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[





Some of you may think this song was written by Lead Belly, or Led Zeppelin, or is the name of a now defunct German band, but it&#039;s really a traditional American song that may date back to the 18th Century. A case of true love being stronger [...]]]></description>
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        <itunes:author>Roger McGuinn</itunes:author>
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How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: The Gallows Pole

Some of you may think this song was written by Lead Belly, or Led Zeppelin, or is ...]]></itunes:subtitle>
        <itunes:summary><![CDATA[
How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: The Gallows Pole

Some of you may think this song was written by Lead Belly, or Led Zeppelin, or is the name of a now defunct German band, but it&#039;s really a traditional American song that may date back to the 18th Century. A case of true love being stronger than blood.
Lyrics:

Oh [Gm] hangman hangman [F] slack your rope, [Eb] slack it for a [F] while



I [Gm] think I see my [F] father coming, [Eb] riding many a [F] mile



Oh [Gm] Father did you bring me [F] silver, [Eb] did you bring me [F] gold



Or [Gm] did you come for to [F] see me hang, [Eb] hang from the gallows [F] pole?



[Gm] Hang from the [F] gallows [Gm] pole



No, I [Gm] didn&#039;t bring you [F] silver, I [Eb] didn&#039;t bring you [F] gold



And [Gm] I have come for to [F] see you hang, [Eb] hang from the gallows [D7] pole



[Gm] Hang from the [F] gallows [Gm] pole



 



Oh hangman hangman slack your rope, slack it for a while



I think I see my mother coming, riding many a mile



Oh Mother did you bring me silver, Mother did you bring me gold



Or did you come to see me hang, hang from the gallows pole?



Hang from the gallows pole



No, I didn&#039;t bring you silver, I didn&#039;t bring you gold



And I have come for to see you hang, hang from the gallows pole



Hang from the gallows pole



 



Oh hangman hangman slack your rope, slack it for a while



I think I see my brother coming, riding many a mile



Oh Brother did you bring me silver, Brother did you bring me gold



Or did you come for to see me hang, hang from the gallows pole?



Hang from the gallows pole



No, I didn&#039;t bring you silver, I didn&#039;t bring you gold



And I have come for to see you hang, hang from the gallows pole



Hang from the gallows pole



 



Oh hangman hangman slack your rope, slack it for a while



I think I see my true love coming, riding many a mile



True love did you bring me silver, true love did you bring me gold



Or did you come for to see me hang, hang from the gallows pole?



Hang from the gallows pole



Yes, I have brought you silver, and I have brought you gold



I did no t come for to see you hang, hang from the gallows pole



Hang from the gallows pole
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		<item>
		<title>We Wish You a Merry Christmas</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7010</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7010#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Seasonal</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7010</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[





This is a very popular old English Christmas carol. It&#039;s also a subtle ad for a cup of grog to ease the singer&#039;s throat. Many versions include the line &#039;Good tidings we bring to you and your friends,&#039; but this must have been added [...]]]></description>
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        <itunes:author>Roger McGuinn</itunes:author>
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This is a very popular old English Christmas carol. It&#039;s also a subtle ad ...]]></itunes:subtitle>
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How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: We Wish You a Merry Christmas

This is a very popular old English Christmas carol. It&#039;s also a subtle ad for a cup of grog to ease the singer&#039;s throat. Many versions include the line &#039;Good tidings we bring to you and your friends,&#039; but this must have been added to the original at some later date.
Lyrics:

We [G] wish you a merry [C] Christmas

We [Am] wish you a merry [D] Christmas

We [G] wish you a merry [C] Christmas

And a [Am] happy [D] New [G] Year.





Oh bring us some figgy pudding (3x)

With a cup of good cheer.





We won&#039;t go until we get it (3x)



We all love our figgy pudding (3x)



With a cup of good cheer



So bring it out here!





We wish you a Merry Christmas (3x)

And a happy New Year.
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		<item>
		<title>Heave Away</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7009</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7009#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Seafaring</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7009</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[





This is a sea chantey that I have always loved. I recorded it on my first solo album for Columbia Records &#039;Roger McGuinn.&#039;
Spanky McFarlane sang harmony on the original recording.
Lyrics:

[G] There&#039;s some that&#039;s [Am] bound for [C] New York Town
And other&#039;s is bound for [G] France
Heave [D] away [...]]]></description>
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How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Heave Away

This is a sea chantey that I have always loved. I recorded it on my first solo album ...]]></itunes:subtitle>
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How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Heave Away

This is a sea chantey that I have always loved. I recorded it on my first solo album for Columbia Records &#039;Roger McGuinn.&#039;



Spanky McFarlane sang harmony on the original recording.
Lyrics:

[G] There&#039;s some that&#039;s [Am] bound for [C] New York Town

And other&#039;s is bound for [G] France

Heave [D] away me [G] Johnnies, 

Heave [D] away [G]



And [C] some is bound for the [G] Bengal bay

To [Am] teach them whales a [G] dance

And away me Johnnie [C] boys

We&#039;re [G] all  [D] bound to [G] go



Our pilot is a-waiting for 

The turning of the tide

Heave away me johnnies, 

Heave away



And one more pull  and we&#039;re bound away

With a good and westerly wind

And away me Johnnie boys

We&#039;re all bound away



Farewell to you dear Kingston gals

Farewell to St. Andrew&#039;s Dock

Heave away me Johnnies, 

Heave away



If ever we should come back again

We&#039;ll make your cradles rock

And away me Johnnie boys

We&#039;re all bound away



There&#039;s some that&#039;s bound for New York Town

And other&#039;s is bound for France

Heave away me Johnnies, 

Heave away



And some is bound for the Bengal bay

To teach them whales a dance

And away me Johnnie boys

We&#039;re all bound to go
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		<item>
		<title>Banks of Ohio</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7008</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7008#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Oct 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Love</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7008</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[





Camilla and I were just in Ohio doing a concert for the Columbus Cancer Clinic. When We got home it was time to record another song for the Folk Den, and this one came to mind. This is a sad traditional song about a young man, so [...]]]></description>
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        <itunes:author>Roger McGuinn</itunes:author>
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How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Banks of Ohio

Camilla and I were just in Ohio doing a concert for the Columbus Cancer Clinic. When We ...]]></itunes:subtitle>
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How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Banks of Ohio

Camilla and I were just in Ohio doing a concert for the Columbus Cancer Clinic. When We got home it was time to record another song for the Folk Den, and this one came to mind. This is a sad traditional song about a young man, so enraged by his lover&#039;s rejection of his marriage proposal that he resorts to murder.
Lyrics:

[G] I asked my love to take a [D] walk,

Just to walk a [G] little way.

And we did walk,

And we did [C] talk

All [G] about our [D] wedding [G] day.





CHORUS:

&#039;Then only, [G] say that you&#039;ll be [D] mine;

And in no other&#039;s arms [G] entwine,

Down [G7] beside where the waters [C] flow,

Down by the [G] banks of the [D] Ohio [G].&#039;





I took her by her lily white hand,

I led her down the banks of sand,

I plunged her in

Where she would drown,

And watched her as she floated down.





CHORUS:



Returnin&#039; home between twelve and one,

Thinkin&#039;, Lord, what have I done;

I&#039;d killed the girl

I love, you see,

Because she would not marry me.



CHORUS:
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		<item>
		<title>Michael Row the Boat Ashore</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6999</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6999#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6999</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[





The Georgia Sea Islands is a section of the United States rich in African American folk song. For over a hundred miles, these low flat islands decorate the Atlantic Coast. Here&#039;s where slaves were brought fresh from Africa and for generations, spent their entire lives [...]]]></description>
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How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Michael Row the Boat Ashore

The Georgia Sea Islands is a section of the United States rich in African American ...]]></itunes:subtitle>
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How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Michael Row the Boat Ashore

The Georgia Sea Islands is a section of the United States rich in African American folk song. For over a hundred miles, these low flat islands decorate the Atlantic Coast. Here&#039;s where slaves were brought fresh from Africa and for generations, spent their entire lives out of touch with the mainland.



In olden days, transportation to the mainland was provided by small boats and strong arms to row them. The oar crews from different plantations prided themselves on their singing, each making up new songs that no other boat would ever sing.



Two of the best known songs whose roots are in this tradition of Georgia Sea Island singing are &#039;Michael Row the Boat Ashore&#039; and the more recent, &#039;Pay Me My Money Down.&#039; I learned this song at the Old Town School of Folk Music in Chicago when I was 15 years old. It&#039;s been one of my favorite songs ever since.
Lyrics:

[D] Michael row the boat ashore, [G] hallelujah [D]

[D] Michael [F#m] row the boat [Em] ashore, [D] halle [A] lu [D] jah



Sister help to trim the sails, hallelujah

Sister help to trim the sails, hallelujah



Jordan&#039;s River is deep and wide, hallelujah

And I&#039;ve got a home on the other side, hallelujah



Jordan River is chilly and cold, hallelujah

Chills the body but not the soul, hallelujah



When I get to Heaven I&#039;m gonna&#039; sing and shout, hallelujah

Nobody there&#039;s gonna&#039; kick me out, hallelujah



Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah

Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah



Michael&#039;s boat is a music boat, hallelujah

Michael&#039;s boat is a music boat, hallelujah



Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah

Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah



The trumpets sound the Jubilee, hallelujah

The trumpets sound for you and me, hallelujah



Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah

Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah

Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah

Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah
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		<item>
		<title>Squid-Jigging Ground</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6986</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6986#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Seafaring</category>
	<category>Other</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6986</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[



This squid catching song originated in Newfoundland, though the names of the places have changed due to the folk process.My wife Camilla and I love to taste and compare crispy calamari at restaurants around the world. She always asks &#8220;where do they get all this squid&#8221;? A fair [...]]]></description>
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Mp3: Squid-Jigging Ground



This squid catching song originated in Newfoundland, though the names of the places have changed due to the ...]]></itunes:subtitle>
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Mp3: Squid-Jigging Ground



This squid catching song originated in Newfoundland, though the names of the places have changed due to the folk process.My wife Camilla and I love to taste and compare crispy calamari at restaurants around the world. She always asks "where do they get all this squid"? A fair question, considering the enormous amount of calamari consumed worldwide each day. I did some research to find out more about where squid come from and how to jig for squid. A preferred method of catching squid is trawling with a jig or lure. This method mimics a live lone prawn traveling through the water with an erratic movement, which creates a realistic impression of a terrified and panic ridden prey. It's an easy effect to accomplish. Attach the lure to the end of the line using the usual method, and also attach a small weight near the swivel to keep the lure low in the water. Cast out as far as possible, and, depending on the water depth, begin reeling at a constant speed. Keep in mind you are trying to keep the prawn at a constant height of about two feet above the sea bed or sea grass, so time your reeling accordingly. Straight forward reeling won't create a realistic effect of a panicky prawn, so occasionally sharply draw the rod upward, so the prawn shoots forward toward the surface of the water by about three feet. Then slack off reeling until the prawn reaches the depth at which it was previously traveling. Repeat randomly during reeling, but not too frequently or the squid will lose interest. Note that the squid will usually strike when the jig is falling back to its previous depth. This is due to the reduced speed and less threatening composure of the prawn. If you see squid following the lure when drawing in line close, on the next cast, trawl more slowly than before, as a not so hungry squid will not take a chance on a fast moving piece of prey, easier prey is more appealing. Don't reel in too fast or you'll just get a squid leg and not the whole squid. Pink lures work the best. Be careful when taking the squid out of the water, they bite, and have lots of black ink that they squirt to conceal themselves while under water. Using a net to take them off the lure is the safest way to insure that you won't lose the squid.

Lyrics:

[D] Oh, this is the place where the fishermen gather,With [G] oilskins and [D] boots and Cape Anns [Em] battened down;



[G] All sizes and figures with [D] squid lines and jiggers,



They congregate here on the [A] squid-jigging [D] ground.



Some are workin' their jiggers while others are yarnin',



There's some standin' up and there's more lyin' down;



While all kinds of fun, jokes and tricks are begun



As they wait for the squid on the squid-jiggin' ground.



There's men from Bar Harbour and men from the Tickle,



In all kinds of motorboats, green, grey and brown;



There's a red headed Tory out here in a dory



Running down Squires on the squid-jiggin' ground.



The man with the whiskers is old Jacob Steele;



He's gettin well up but he's still pretty sound.



While Uncle Bob Hawkins wears three pair o' stockin's



Whenever he's out on the squid-jiggin' ground.



God bless my sou'wester, there's Skipper John Cheeby,



He's the best hand at squid-jiggin' here, I'll be bound.



Hello! What's the row? He's jiggin' one now,



The very first squid on the squid-jiggin' ground.



Holy smoke! What a bustle! All hands are excited.



It's a wonder to me that  nobody is drowned.



There's a bustle, confusion, a wonderful hustle,



They're all jiggin' squid on the squid-jiggin' ground.



There's poor Uncle Billy, his whiskers are spattered



With spots of the squid juice that's flying around;



One poor little boy got it right in the eye,



But they don't give a hang on the squid-jiggin' ground.



Says Bobby, "The squid are on top of the water,



I just got me jigger 'bout one fathom down" ---



When a squid in the boat squirted right down his throat,



And he's swearin' like mad on the squid-jiggin' ground.



If you ever feel inclined to go squiddin',



Leave your white shirts and collars behind in the town.



And if you get cranky without your silk hanky



You'd better steer clear of the squid-jiggin' ground.



Oh, this is the place where the fishermen gather,



With oilskins and boots and Cape Anns battened down;



All sizes and figures with squid lines and jiggers,



They congregate here on the squid-jigging ground.]]></itunes:summary>
        
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		<item>
		<title>Shenandoah</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6983</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6983#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Seafaring</category>
	<category>Mountain/southern us</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6983</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[





This was a sea chantey, used with the windlass, and the capstan.The lead man would sing the first and third lines of each verse and the crew would sing on the second and fourth lines, as they did their work, with winches for loading cargo, raising sails, pulling up [...]]]></description>
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How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Shenandoah

This was a sea chantey, used with the windlass, and the capstan.The lead man would sing the first and third lines of each verse and the crew would sing on the second and fourth lines, as they did their work, with winches for loading cargo, raising sails, pulling up anchors, and other jobs on deck.



Some believe the song originated among the early American river men, or Canadian voyageurs. Others believe it was a land song before it went to sea. Most agree that it incorporates both Irish and African-American elements.



Shenandoah was tremendously popular both on land and sea and was known by countless names, including: Shennydore, The Wide Missouri, The Wild Mizzourye, The World Of Misery-Solid Fas (a West Indian rowing shanty that may be older than other versions), The Oceanida, and Rolling River.



Two verses of the song were published in an article by W. J. Alden in Harper&#039;s Magazine (1882). A version of Solid Fa&#039;s was collected by R. Abrams in England in 1909. The shanty is said to date at least to the 1820s.



Shenandoah was an Indian chief living on the Missouri River.



Thanks to Lesley Nelson for this information. http://www.contemplator.com/folk.html
Lyrics:

[E] Oh Shenandoah, I love your daughter 

[A] Way-aye, you rolling [E] river 

I&#039;ll [C#m] take her &#039;cross yon rolling [E] water 

[E] A way - we&#039;re bound away 

&#039;cross the [B7] wide [E] Missouri! 





The Chief disdained the trader&#039;s dollars,

Way-aye, you rolling river

My daughter you shall never follow

A way - we&#039;re bound away

&#039;cross the wide Missouri!





For seven years I courted Sally,

Way-aye, you rolling river

For seven more I longed to have her

A way - we&#039;re bound away

&#039;cross the wide Missouri!





She said she would not be my lover

Way-aye, you rolling river

Because I was a tarry sailor

A way - we&#039;re bound away

&#039;cross the wide Missouri!





At last there came a Yankee skipper

Way-aye, you rolling river

He winked his eye, and he tipped his flipper

A way - we&#039;re bound away

&#039;cross the wide Missouri!





He sold the Chief that fire-water

Way-aye, you rolling river

And &#039;cross the river he stole his daughter

A way - we&#039;re bound away

&#039;cross the wide Missouri!



Oh Shenandoah, I love your daughter

Way-aye, you rolling river

I&#039;ll take her &#039;cross yon rolling water

A way - we&#039;re bound away

&#039;cross the wide Missour
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		<item>
		<title>Go Tell Aunt Rhodie</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6984</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6984</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[





This is a very popular children&#039;s song in spite of its rather dark lyrics.
Lyrics:

[G] Go tell, Aunt Rhodie
[D] Go tell, Aunt [G] Rhodie
Go tell, Aunt Rhodie
Her [D] ole gray goose is [G] dead
Th one she&#039;s been savin&#039;
Th one she&#039;s been savin&#039;
Th one she&#039;s been savin&#039;
T&#039; make [...]]]></description>
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This is a very popular children&#039;s song in spite of its rather dark lyrics.
Lyrics:

[G] Go tell, ...]]></itunes:subtitle>
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This is a very popular children&#039;s song in spite of its rather dark lyrics.
Lyrics:

[G] Go tell, Aunt Rhodie

[D] Go tell, Aunt [G] Rhodie

Go tell, Aunt Rhodie

Her [D] ole gray goose is [G] dead





Th one she&#039;s been savin&#039;

Th one she&#039;s been savin&#039;

Th one she&#039;s been savin&#039;

T&#039; make a feather bed



Th goslins are dyin&#039;

Th goslin is cryin&#039;

Th goslin is dyin&#039;

Because his Mama&#039;s dead





Th gander is weepin&#039;

Th gander is weepin&#039;

Th gander is weepin&#039;

Because his wife is dead





Go tell, Aunt Rhodie

Go tell, Aunt Rhodie

Go tell, Aunt Rhodie

Her ole gray goose is dead
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		<item>
		<title>He&#039;s Got The Whole World In His Hands</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6985</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6985#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Mountain/southern us</category>
	<category>Spiritual</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6985</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[




In these troubled times it&#039;s reassuring to know that, He&#039;s Got The Whole World In His Hands.
Lyrics:

He&#039;s got the [G] whole world in His hands
He&#039;s got the [D7} whole world in His hands
He&#039;s got the [G] whole world in His hands
He&#039;s got [...]]]></description>
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In these troubled times it&#039;s reassuring to know that, He&#039;s Got The Whole World In His Hands.
Lyrics:

He&#039;s got the [G] whole world in His hands



 



He&#039;s got the [D7} whole world in His hands



 



He&#039;s got the [G] whole world in His hands



 



He&#039;s got the whole world [D7] in His [G] hands



 



 



He&#039;s got the wind and the rain in His hands



 



He&#039;s got the wind and the rain in His hands



 



He&#039;s got the wind and the rain in His hands



 



He&#039;s got the whole world in His hands



 



 



He&#039;s got the Little Bitty Baby in His hands



 



He&#039;s got the Little Bitty Baby in His hands



 



He&#039;s got the Little Bitty Baby in His hands



 



He&#039;s got the whole world in His hands



 



 



He&#039;s got you and me brother in His hands



 



He&#039;s got you and me sister in His hands



 



He&#039;s got you and me brother in His hands



 



He&#039;s got the whole world in His hands



 



 



He&#039;s got the earth and the sky in His hands



 



He&#039;s got the earth and the sky in His hands



 



He&#039;s got the earth and the sky in His hands



 



He&#039;s got the whole world in His hands



 



 



He&#039;s got the young and the old in His hands



 



He&#039;s got the young and the old in His hands



 



He&#039;s got the young and the old in His hands



 



He&#039;s got the whole world in His hands



 



 



He&#039;s got the rich and poor in His hands



 



He&#039;s got the rich and poor in His hands



 



He&#039;s got the rich and poor in His hands



 



He&#039;s got the whole world in His hands



 



 



He&#039;s got everybody in His hands



 



He&#039;s got everybody in His hands



 



He&#039;s got everybody in His hands



 



He&#039;s got the whole world in His hands



 



 



He&#039;s got the whole world in His hands



 



He&#039;s got the whole world in His hands



 



He&#039;s got the whole world in His hands



 



He&#039;s got the whole world in His hands



 



 



He&#039;s got the whole world in His hands



 



He&#039;s got the whole world in His hands



 



He&#039;s got the whole world in His hands



 



He&#039;s got the whole world in His hands
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		<item>
		<title>12 Gates To The City</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6987</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6987#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Jun 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Mountain/southern us</category>
	<category>Spiritual</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6987</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[




This is an old southern spiritual, inspired by the Bible&#039;s Revelation chapter 21.
Revelation 21 - King James Version ( Public Domain)
Lyrics:

[Em] Oh, what a beautiful city.
[B7] Oh, what a beautiful city
[Em] Oh, what a beautiful city
[Em] Twelve gates to the city, [B7] - [[Em] Hallelujah
Three [...]]]></description>
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This is an old southern spiritual, inspired by the Bible&#039;s Revelation chapter 21.



Revelation 21 - ...]]></itunes:subtitle>
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This is an old southern spiritual, inspired by the Bible&#039;s Revelation chapter 21.



Revelation 21 - King James Version ( Public Domain)
Lyrics:

[Em] Oh, what a beautiful city.

[B7] Oh, what a beautiful city

[Em] Oh, what a beautiful city

[Em] Twelve gates to the city, [B7] - [[Em] Hallelujah



Three gates in the east,

Three gates in the west,

Three gates in the north

Three gates in the south

[Em] Twelve gates to the city, [B7] - [[Em] Hallelujah



Who are those children dressed in red?

There&#039;s twelve gates to the city, Hallelujah

Must be the children that Moses led

There&#039;s twelve gates to the city, Hallelujah



My Jesus done just what He said

There&#039;s twelve gates to the city, Hallelujah

He healed the sick and He raised the dead.

There&#039;s twelve gates to the city, Hallelujah
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		<item>
		<title>Wild Mountain Thyme</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6988</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6988#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 01 May 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6988</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[





Back in Greenwich Village, in 1963, I experimented by putting this song to a rock beat. The result was the folk rock sound of the Byrds.  Now, I thought it would be fun to try this traditional Scottish love song.  with a reggae beat.
Lyrics:

[G] O [...]]]></description>
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Back in Greenwich Village, in 1963, I experimented by putting this song to a rock beat. The result was the folk rock sound of the Byrds.  Now, I thought it would be fun to try this traditional Scottish love song.  with a reggae beat.
Lyrics:

[G] O the summer time is coming

And the [C] trees are sweetly [G] turning

And [C] wild mountain [Am] thyme

Blooms [C] around the purple heather

Will ye [G] go, [C] lassie, [G] go?



If you will not go with me

I will surely find another

To pull wild mountain thyme

All around the purple heather

Will you go lassie go?



Chorus:

And we&#039;ll all go together

To pull wild mountain thyme

All around the purple heather

Will ye go, lassie, go?





I will build my love a bower

By yon clear and crystal fountain

And on it I will place

All the flowers of the mountain

Will ye go, lassie, go?



Chorus:

And we&#039;ll all go together

To pull wild mountain thyme

All around the purple heather

Will ye go, lassie, go?
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		<item>
		<title>Pretty Saro</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6989</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Mar 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Love</category>
	<category>Mountain/southern us</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6989</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[





This song was collected in the Asheville area of North Carolina and the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia around 1930 by Dorothy Scarborough. She included it in her book &#039;A Song Catcher in Southern Mountains, American Folk Songs of British Ancestry.&#039; This is an excerpt from her text:
&#039;Mrs. [...]]]></description>
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This song was collected in the Asheville area of North Carolina and the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia ...]]></itunes:subtitle>
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This song was collected in the Asheville area of North Carolina and the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia around 1930 by Dorothy Scarborough. She included it in her book &#039;A Song Catcher in Southern Mountains, American Folk Songs of British Ancestry.&#039; This is an excerpt from her text:



&#039;Mrs. Stikeleather also sang it (Pretty Saro) into my dictaphone and contributed it to this collection. She told me that while the date &#039;eighteen forty-nine&#039; is used in some of the versions of the song, &#039;seventeen forty-nine&#039; is more probably correct, as that year witnessed considerable immigration to North Carolina from Ireland, and Scotland, and this old English song was no doubt adapted to its new setting at that time.&#039; Scarborough later says that the use of the phrase &#039;free-holder&#039; indicates the song is of British origin.
Lyrics:

[A] When I first come to this [E] country in [A] seventeen-forty-nine,



I saw many fair [E] lovers, but never saw [E] mine.



I looked all [A] around me, and found I was [E] alone.



Me a poor [D] stranger, and a long way from [E] home.



 



Down in some lonesome valley, down in some lonesome place,



Where the wild birds do whistle their notes to increase,



I think of pretty Saro whose waist is so neat



And I know of no better pastime than to be with my sweet.



 



My love she won&#039;t have me, so I understand



She wants a free-holder, who owns house and land.



I cannot maintain her with silver and gold,



Nor buy all the fine things that a big house can hold.



 



I wish I was a poet and could write a fine hand.



I would send my love a letter that she could understand.



And I&#039;d send it by a messenger where the waters do flow.



And think of pretty Saro wherever I go.



 



When I first come to this country in seventeen-forty-nine,



I saw many fair lovers, but never saw mine.



I looked all around me, and found I was alone.



Me a poor stranger, and a long way from home.
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		<item>
		<title>St. James Infirmary</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6990</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Feb 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6990</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[




One of the great blues from New Orleans, originally &#039;Gambler&#039;s Blues.&#039;
Lyrics:

[Em] I went down to [Am] St. James [Em] Infirmary.
[Em] I saw my [C] baby [B7] there.
[Em] Lying on a [Am] long white table,
[C] So sweet, [B7] so cold, [Em] so fair.
I went up to see the [...]]]></description>
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One of the great blues from New Orleans, originally &#039;Gambler&#039;s Blues.&#039;
Lyrics:

[Em] I went down to [Am] St. ...]]></itunes:subtitle>
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One of the great blues from New Orleans, originally &#039;Gambler&#039;s Blues.&#039;
Lyrics:

[Em] I went down to [Am] St. James [Em] Infirmary.

[Em] I saw my [C] baby [B7] there.

[Em] Lying on a [Am] long white table,

[C] So sweet, [B7] so cold, [Em] so fair.



I went up to see the doctor.

&#039;She&#039;s very low,&#039; he said.

I went back to see my baby

And great god she was lying there dead.



I went down to Old Joe&#039;s Bar-room.

Down on the corner by the square.

They were serving drinks as usual.

And the usual crowd was there.



On my left stood Joe MacKennedy.

His eyes were blood-shot red.

He turned to the crowd around him

And these are the words that he said.



Let her go, let her go, God bless her.

Wherever she may be.

She may search this wide world over

But she&#039;ll never find another man like me.



When I die please bury me

In a high top stetson hat.

Put a gold piece on my watch chain.

So the boys will know I died standing pat.



Get six gamblers to carry my coffin.

Six chorus girls to sing my song.

Put a jazz band on my tailgate

To raise hell as we roll along.



This is the end of my story.

So let&#039;s have another round of booze.

And if any one should ask you just tell them

I&#039;ve got the St. James Infirmary Blues.
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		<item>
		<title>When the Saints Go Marching In</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6991</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6991#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Jan 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Spiritual</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6991</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[





Lyrics:

[G] I am just a lonesome [C] traveller,
[G] Through this big wide world of [D] sin;
[G] Want to join that grand [C] procession,
When the [G] saints go [D] marchin&#8217;[G] in.
Oh when the [G] saints go marchin&#8217;in,Oh when the [G] saints go marchin&#8217;[D] in,
[G] Lord [...]]]></description>
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Lyrics:

[G] I am just a lonesome [C] traveller,

[G] Through this big wide world of ...]]></itunes:subtitle>
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Lyrics:

[G] I am just a lonesome [C] traveller,

[G] Through this big wide world of [D] sin;

[G] Want to join that grand [C] procession,

When the [G] saints go [D] marchin'[G] in.





Oh when the [G] saints go marchin'in,Oh when the [G] saints go marchin'[D] in,

[G] Lord I want to be in that [C] number

When the [G] saints go [D] marchin' [G] in.



All my folks have gone before me,

All my friends and all my kin;

But I'll meet with them up yonder,

When the saints go marchin'in.





&#124;: Oh when the saints go marchin'in, :&#124;

Lord I want to be in that number,

When the saints go marchin'in.



Come and join me in my journey,

'cause it's time that we begin;

And we'll be there for that judgement,

When the saints go marchin'in.





&#124;: Oh when the saints go marchin'in, :&#124;

We will be in line for that judgement,

When the saints go marchin'in. 



&#124;: And when the stars begin to shine :&#124;

Then Lord let me be in that number

And when the stars begin to shine



&#124;: When Gabriel blows in his horn :&#124;

Then Lord let me be in that number

When Gabriel blows in his horn



&#124;: And when the sun refuse to shine :&#124;

Then Lord let me be in that number

When the sun refuse to shine



&#124;: And when the moon has turned to blood :&#124;

Then Lord let me be in that number

When the moon has turned to blood



&#124;: And when they crown Him King of Kings :&#124;

Then Lord let me be in that number

When they crown Him King of Kings 
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		<item>
		<title>Away In A Manger</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6992</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6992#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Dec 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6992</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[





Verses 1 &#38; 2, were written by an anonymous author, Some sources show the author as Martin Luther; this attribution (probably incorrect) is based on the title &#039;Luther&#039;s Cradle Hymn,&#039; given to these words by the composer, James Murray. Verse 3 is by John Thomas McFarland [...]]]></description>
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Verses 1 &#38; 2, were written by an anonymous author, Some sources show the author as Martin Luther; this attribution (probably incorrect) is based on the title &#039;Luther&#039;s Cradle Hymn,&#039; given to these words by the composer, James Murray. Verse 3 is by John Thomas McFarland (1851-1913).



Thanks to Richard W. Adams for doing this research.



&#039;Mueller,&#039; James R. Murray, 1887
Lyrics:

[G] Away in a manger, no [C] crib for a [G] bed,

The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet [D] head.

The [G] stars in the sky looked [C] down where He [G] lay,

The [G] little Lord Jesus, [D] asleep on the [G] hay.



The cattle are lowing, the Baby awakes,

But little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes;

I love Thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky

And stay by my cradle til morning is nigh.



 



Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask Thee to stay

Close by me forever, and love me, I pray;

Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care,

And take us to heaven to live with Thee there.
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		<item>
		<title>I Am A Pilgram</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6993</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6993#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Mountain/southern us</category>
	<category>Spiritual</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6993</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[




This is an old spiritual, sung by numerous country artists. It has a good melody and is a good picking song. I thought of it in conjunction with Thanksgiving, as it was the Pilgrims who started it all. Happy Thanksgiving 2002!
Lyrics:
[G] I am a [D] pilgrim [...]]]></description>
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Mp3: I Am A Pilgram



This is an old spiritual, sung by numerous country artists. It has a good melody and is a good picking song. I thought of it in conjunction with Thanksgiving, as it was the Pilgrims who started it all. Happy Thanksgiving 2002!

Lyrics:

[G] I am a [D] pilgrim an' a [G] strangerTraveling [C] through this wearsome [G] land



I've got a home, in yonder [C] city good Lord [C7],



[G] And it's not not [D] made by [G] hand



I've got a mother, sister and a brother

Who have been this way before

I am determined to go and see them, good Lord

Over on     that other shore



I going down to the river of Jordan

Just to bathe my wearsome soul

If I can just touch the hem of his garmet, good Lord

Then I know   he'd take me home



I am a pilgrim and a stranger

Travelling through this wearsome land

I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord

And it's not      not made by hand]]></itunes:summary>
        
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		<item>
		<title>Wildwood Flower</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6994</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6994#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Oct 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Love</category>
	<category>Mountain/southern us</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6994</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[





This is a nineteenth-century North American parlor song that has gone into the public domain. There are many variants, some quite amusing when compared to this version. For instance the line:
I will dance I will sing and my life shall be gay
I will charm every heart in the [...]]]></description>
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This is a nineteenth-century North American parlor song that has gone into the public domain. There are many variants, some quite amusing when compared to this version. For instance the line:



I will dance I will sing and my life shall be gay



I will charm every heart in the crowd I survey has been changed to:



Oh, I&#039;ll dance, I will sing and my laugh shall be gay



I will charm ev&#039;ry heart, in his crown I will sway



Clearly a misunderstood line, passed along by the oral tradition. This is a fine example of the folk process.



This song was written by Maud and J.P. Weber, and popularized by the Carter Family. Another great Guitar picking song. This is the first song I&#039;ve recorded with my new Martin HD28V that Dick Boak at Martin Guitars helped me pick out at the factory.
Lyrics:

[D] I will twine with my mingles of [A] raven [D] black hair



With the roses so red and the [A] lilies [D] so fair



The myrtle so bright in its [G] emerald [D] hue



And the pale amaryllis and [A] violets so [D] blue



 



Oh he promised to love me and promised to love



And cherish me over all others above



I woke from my dream and my idol was clay



And my portion of loving had all passed away



 



I will dance I will sing and my life shall be gay



I will charm every heart in the crowd I survey



Though my heart now is breaking he shall never know



How his name makes me tremble my pale cheeks to glow



 



Oh he taught me to love him and called me his flower



A blossom to cheer him through life's weary hour



But now he is gone and left me alone



With the wild flowers to weep and the wild birds to moan



 



Yes I'll dance and I'll sing and my life shall be gay



I will banish this weeping, drive troubles away



I'll live yet to see him regret that dark hour



When he won and neglected his frail wildwood flower
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		<item>
		<title>Railroad Bill</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6995</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6995#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Sep 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Humor/games/children</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6995</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[






Lyrics:

[C] Railroad Bill [E7] Railroad Bill
He [F] always worked
And he [C] always will
[C] Ride [G] Railroad [C] Bill
Railroad Bill, up on a hill
Lightin&#8217; a seegar
With a ten-dollar bill.
Ride Railroad Bill
Old policeman sold him a train
Never did lose boys
Always did gain
Ride Railroad Bill
Mounted them train cars all piggyback
Some on [...]]]></description>
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Lyrics:

[C] Railroad Bill [E7] Railroad Bill



He [F] always worked



And he [C] always will



[C] Ride [G] Railroad [C] Bill



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Lyrics:

[C] Railroad Bill [E7] Railroad Bill



He [F] always worked



And he [C] always will



[C] Ride [G] Railroad [C] Bill



 



Railroad Bill, up on a hill



Lightin' a seegar



With a ten-dollar bill.



Ride Railroad Bill



 



Old policeman sold him a train



Never did lose boys



Always did gain



Ride Railroad Bill



 



Mounted them train cars all piggyback



Some on the road boys



And some on the track



Ride Railroad Bill



 



Sometimes a freight train sometimes a van



If anyone gets there



You know that he can



Ride Railroad Bill



 



One time he had to fill in for this guy



Bi!! had to bless that



Old train goin' by



Ride Railroad Bill



 



Got off the rails and got into wine



Now he goes off



To France in his mind



Ride Railroad Bill
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		<item>
		<title>Delia&#039;s Gone</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6996</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6996#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Aug 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6996</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[




This was originally an American Honky-tonk song but has returned to the United States by way of the Bahama Islands.
Lyrics:

[D] Tony shot his [G] Delia
[D]&#039;Ton a Saturday [D7] night
[G] The fist time he shot her [Em] Lord
[A] She bowed her head and [D] died
[A] Delia&#039;s gone, one more [...]]]></description>
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This was originally an American Honky-tonk song but has returned to the United States by way of the Bahama Islands.
Lyrics:

[D] Tony shot his [G] Delia

[D]&#039;Ton a Saturday [D7] night

[G] The fist time he shot her [Em] Lord

[A] She bowed her head and [D] died



[A] Delia&#039;s gone, one more round, [D] Delia&#039;s gone

[A] Delia&#039;s gone, one more round, [D] Delia&#039;s gone



Called for the doctor

The doctor came too late

Called for the Minister

Take Delia to her fate



Well they took my Delia

Dressed her all in Brown

Took her to the graveyard

And then they laid her down



Delia oh Delia

Where you been so long

Everybody&#039;s talking about

My Delia&#039;s dead and gone
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		<item>
		<title>All My Trials</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6997</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6997#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Jul 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Mountain/southern us</category>
	<category>Spiritual</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6997</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[





Though this song has Bahamian origins, it is usually classified as a Spiritual. A mother is comforting her child on her deathbed.
This is dedicated to the memory of Paul Lowman.
Lyrics:

[D] Hush little baby don&#039;t you cry [D7]
[D[ You know your mama&#039;s bound to [G] die
[D] All my [...]]]></description>
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Though this song has Bahamian origins, it is usually classified as a Spiritual. A mother is comforting her child on her deathbed.



This is dedicated to the memory of Paul Lowman.
Lyrics:

[D] Hush little baby don&#039;t you cry [D7]



[D[ You know your mama&#039;s bound to [G] die



[D] All my [A7] trials Lord



Will soon be [D] over



 



If religion was a thing that money could buy



The rich would live and the poor would die



All my trials Lord



Soon be over



 



Too late my brothers



Too late, but never mind



All my trials Lord



Soon be over



 



There is a tree in Paradise



The Pilgrims call it the tree of life



All my trials Lord



Soon be over



 



If religion was a thing that money could buy



The rich would live and the poor would die



All my trials Lord



Soon be over



 



Hush little baby don&#039;t you cry



You know your mama's bound to die



All my trials Lord



Soon be over
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		<item>
		<title>Tarrytown</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6998</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6998#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Jun 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Love</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6998</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[





In the summer of 1959, Marsha, Dick and I formed a trio. We called ourselves &#039;The Old Town Singers.&#039; The name came from the Old Town School of Folk Music, where we had met. We rehearsed for weeks, but to my recollection, never did a paying gig. When the [...]]]></description>
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In the summer of 1959, Marsha, Dick and I formed a trio. We called ourselves &#039;The Old Town Singers.&#039; The name came from the Old Town School of Folk Music, where we had met. We rehearsed for weeks, but to my recollection, never did a paying gig. When the Limeliters hired me to accompany them on their RCA live LP in 1960, I left Chicago, and lived on the road for the next few years. It&#039;s interesting to think what might have happened if I&#039;d stayed in Chicago and continued to perform with &#039;The Old Town Singers.&#039; We formed about two years before Peter Paul and Mary. This is a practice recording made on a reel to reel Pentron tape recorder at 7 1/2 IPS. The tape was broken in two places and spliced, causing the slight jumps in audio quality.
Lyrics:

In [E] Tarry- [B7] town there did [E] dwell



A handsome [A] youth I knew so [B7] well



He courted [E] me my life [A] away,



And [B7] now with me he will no longer [E] stay



 



Wide and [B7] deep my grave will [E] be



With the [B7] wild goose grasses growing over [E] me



Wide and [B7] deep my grave will [E] be



With the [B7] wild goose grasses growing over [E] me



 



Oh once I wore my apron low



He's follow me through ice and snow



Now that I wear my apron high



You walk right down the street and pass me by



 



Wide and deep my grave will be



With the wild goose grasses growing over me



Wide and deep my grave will be



With the wild goose grasses growing over me



 



There is an inn in Tarrytown



Where my love goes and sits him down



He takes another on his knee



For she has golden lashes more than me



 



Wide and deep my grave will be



With the wild goose grasses growing over me



Wide and deep my grave will be



With the wild goose grasses growing over me
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		<item>
		<title>Rock Island Line</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7031</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7031#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Apr 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>
		    
		
	<category>Blues</category>
		<guid>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7031</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[





The Rock Island Line
One of the great songs performed by Lead Belly and interpreted by numerous
artists, over the years, such as the Weavers. Many interpreters have added
their own humorous words, but these are the original lyrics created and sung by Lead Belly.
Lyrics:

The Rock Island Line
(Huddie Ledbetter &#039;Lead [...]]]></description>
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The Rock Island Line



One of the great songs performed by Lead Belly and interpreted by numerous



artists, over ...]]></itunes:subtitle>
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The Rock Island Line



One of the great songs performed by Lead Belly and interpreted by numerous



artists, over the years, such as the Weavers. Many interpreters have added



their own humorous words, but these are the original lyrics created and sung by Lead Belly.
Lyrics:

The Rock Island Line



(Huddie Ledbetter &#039;Lead Belly&#039;)



Chorus:



[G] Oh the Rock Island Line is a mighty fine line



Oh the Rock Island Line is the [D] road to ride



[G] Oh the Rock Island Line is a mighty fine line



If you [C] want to ride, you gotta [G] ride it like you&#039;re flyin&#039;



Get your [C] ticket at the station on the [D] Rock Island [G] Line



 



[G] A-B-C double X-Y-Z



[D] Cat&#039;s in the cupboard and she cain&#039;t [G] find me



CH



Maybe I&#039;m right, maybe I&#039;m wrong



Lawd you gonna miss me when I&#039;m gone



CH



Jesus died to save our sins



Glory to God I&#039;m gonna see Him again



CH



Moses stood on the Red Sea shore



Smotin&#039; the water with a two-by-four



CH X2



______________________________________________________________________________



Recording copyright 2002 Roger McGuinn / McGuinn Music
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