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	<title>McGuinn's Folk Den</title>
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	<description>Roger McGuinn carries on the tradition of folk music</description>

	<pubDate>Tue, 07 Mar 2006 19:31:05 +0000</pubDate>

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    <copyright>Roger McGuinn 2003-2006</copyright>
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    <itunes:subtitle>Roger McGuinn's FolkDen Since 1995</itunes:subtitle>
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		<title>Wade in the Water</title>

		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7059</link>
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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
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] ter

Wade 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>
		    
		
	<category>Other</category>
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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>
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		<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>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Nov 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roger McGuinn</dc:creator>

		    
		
	<category>Spiritual</category>
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		<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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		<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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		<title>So Early In The Spring</title>
		<link>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7028</link>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7028#comments</comments>

		<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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		<item>
		<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.
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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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		<item>
		<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 ...]]></itunes:subtitle>
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How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: The John B&#039;s Sails

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>
		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7020#comments</comments>
		<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:block>No</itunes:block>
        <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!
]]></itunes:summary>
        
        <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:explicit>No</itunes:explicit>
        <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:explicit>No</itunes:explicit>
        <itunes:block>No</itunes:block>
        <itunes:keywords>Blues,</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
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        <itunes:block>No</itunes:block>
        <itunes:keywords>Love,Irish/british,</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>
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        <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>
        
        <itunes:explicit>No</itunes:explicit>
        <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>
        <itunes:summary><![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 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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Silver Dagger is a song I first heard in the early 60s on a Joan Baez album. I ...]]></itunes:subtitle>
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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>
        <itunes:subtitle><![CDATA[
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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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        <itunes:keywords>Love,</itunes:keywords>
        
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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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        <itunes:summary><![CDATA[
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.
]]></itunes:summary>
        
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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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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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Camilla and I were just in Ohio doing a concert for the Columbus Cancer Clinic. When We ...]]></itunes:subtitle>
        <itunes:summary><![CDATA[
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>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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        <itunes:author>Roger McGuinn</itunes:author>
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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>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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        <itunes:author>Roger McGuinn</itunes:author>
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The Georgia Sea Islands is a section of the United States rich in African American ...]]></itunes:subtitle>
        <itunes:summary><![CDATA[
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>
		<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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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 ...]]></itunes:subtitle>
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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 ...]]></itunes:subtitle>
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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>

		<comments>http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=6989#comments</comments>
		<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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How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Pretty Saro

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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		<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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		<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 ...]]></itunes:subtitle>
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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 ...]]></itunes:subtitle>
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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

 ...]]></itunes:subtitle>
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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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		<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; ...]]></itunes:subtitle>
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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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