Delia's Gone

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]’Ton a Saturday [D7] night
[G] The fist time he shot her [Em] Lord
[A] She bowed her head and [D] died

[A] Delia’s gone, one more round, [D] Delia’s gone
[A] Delia’s gone, one more round, [D] Delia’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’s talking about
My Delia’s dead and gone

All My Trials

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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't you cry [D7]

[D[ You know your mama'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't you cry

You know your mama’s bound to die

All my trials Lord

Soon be over

Tarrytown

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In the summer of 1959, Marsha, Dick and I formed a trio. We called ourselves 'The Old Town Singers.' 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's interesting to think what might have happened if I'd stayed in Chicago and continued to perform with 'The Old Town Singers.' 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

Michael Row the Boat Ashore

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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'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 'Michael Row the Boat Ashore' and the more recent, 'Pay Me My Money Down.' I learned this song at the Old Town School of Folk Music in Chicago when I was 15 years old. It'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's River is deep and wide, hallelujah
And I'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'm gonna' sing and shout, hallelujah
Nobody there's gonna' kick me out, hallelujah

Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah

Michael's boat is a music boat, hallelujah
Michael'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

Rock Island Line

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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 'Lead Belly')

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're flyin'

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

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

[D] Cat's in the cupboard and she cain't [G] find me

CH

Maybe I'm right, maybe I'm wrong

Lawd you gonna miss me when I'm gone

CH

Jesus died to save our sins

Glory to God I'm gonna see Him again

CH

Moses stood on the Red Sea shore

Smotin' the water with a two-by-four

CH X2

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Recording copyright 2002 Roger McGuinn / McGuinn Music

Roddy McCorley

Roddy McCorley was a local leader in County Antrim in Ireland during the rebellion of 1798. After being captured by British Soldiers he was executed in the town of Toomebridge.. The song was adapted by the Clancy Brothers from words written by Ethna Carberry who lived from 1866-1902.The Clancy Brothers recorded the song on the 1961 album ‘The Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem’ on Tradition Records. The Kingston Trio also recorded the song. I first heard it performed by the Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem at the Gate of Horn folk club in Chicago around 1961. Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
Lyrics:
G] O see the fleet-foot host of men, who [C] march with faces [G] drawn,
From farmstead and from [C] fishers’ [G] cot, along the [C] banks of [D] Ban;
[G] They come with vengeance [C] in their [G] eyes. Too late! [C] Too late are
[D] they,
[G] For young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the [C] bridge of Toome
[G] today.

Oh Ireland, Mother Ireland, you love them still the best
The fearless brave who fighting fall upon your hapless breast,
But never a one of all your dead more bravely fell in fray,
Than he who marches to his fate on the bridge of Toome today.

Up the narrow street he stepped, so smiling, proud and young.
About the hemp-rope on his neck, the golden ringlets clung;
There’s ne’er a tear in his blue eyes, fearless and brave are
they,
As young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome
today.

When last this narrow street he trod, his shining pike in hand
Behind him marched, in grim array, an earnest stalwart band.
To Antrim town! To Antrim town, he led them to the fray,
But young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today.

The grey coat and its sash of green were brave and stainless then,
A banner flashed beneath the sun over the marching men;
The coat hath many a rent this noon, the sash is torn away,
And Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today.

Oh, how his pike flashed in the sun! Then found a foeman’s heart,
Through furious fight, and heavy odds he bore a true man’s part
And many a red-coat bit the dust before his keen pike-play,
But Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today.

There’s never a one of all your dead more bravely died in fray
Than he who marches to his fate in Toomebridge town today;
True to the last! True to the last, he treads the upwards way,
And young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today.

Spanish is the Loving Tongue

Lyrics:
[E] Spanish is the [A] loving [E] tongue

Soft as music, [F#m] light as [B7]spray

‘Twas a [E]girl I [A] learned it [E] from

Living down [B7] Sonora [E] way

[A] I don’t [G#m] look much [A] like a [E] lover

Still I hear those [F#m] love words [B7] over

[E] Mostly when I’m [A] all [E] alone!

Mi amor, Mi [B7] cora – [E]z�n

On the nights that I would ride
She would listen for my spurs,
Throw that big door open wide,
Raise those laughing eyes of hers.

Oh, how the hours would go a-flyin!
All too soon I’d hear her sighin’
In her sweet and quiet tone
‘Mi amor, mi corazon.’

But I had to fly one time
All ’cause of a stupid gamblin’ fight,
And so we said a swift goodbye
On that dark, unlucky night.

How oftentimes to me she’s clingin’
And in my ears the hoofsbeats ringin’,
As I galloped north alone
‘Adios, mi corazon.’

Haven’t seen her since that night,
I can’t cross the line, you know.
She was Mex and I was white;
Like as not it’s better so.

Still I’ve always kind of missed her
Since that last wild night I kissed her;
I broke her heart, lost my own
‘Adios, mi corazon.’

Waltzing Matilda

Waltzing Matilda is an Australian icon. It is quite likely that more Australians know the words to this song than the national anthem. There is probably no other song that is more easily recognised by a populace: young or old: ocker or a newly arrived immigrant.
Lyrics:
[G] Once a jolly [D] swagman [Em] camped by a [C] billabong,

[G] Under the [Em] shade of a [Am] coolibah [D] tree,

[G] And he sang as he [D] watched and [Em] waited ’til his [C] billy boiled

[G] ‘Who’ll come [Em] a-waltzing, [Am] Ma- [D]tilda, with [G] me?’

[G] Waltzing [Em] Matilda, [C] Waltzing [Am] Matilda

[G] Who’ll come [Em] a-waltzing, [Am] Matilda, with [D] me

[G] And he sang as he [D] watched and [Em] waited ’til his [C] billy boiled,

[G] ‘Who’ll come [Em] a-waltzing, [Am] Ma- [D]tilda, with [G] me?’

Swagman – a drifter, a hobo, an itinerant shearer who carried all his belongings wrapped up in a blanket or cloth called a swag.

Billabong – a waterhole near a river

Coolibah – a eucalyptus tree

Billy- a tin can with a wire handle used to boil water in

Along came a jumbuck to drink at the billabong,

Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee,

And he sang as he stowed that jumbuck in his tucker bag,

‘You’ll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me’.

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda

Who’ll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me

And he sang as he watched and waited ’til his billy boiled,

‘Who’ll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me?’.

Jumbuck – a sheep

Tucker Bag – a bag for keeping food in

Up rode the squatter, mounted on his thoroughbred,

Down came the troopers, one, two, three,

‘Whose is that jumbuck you’ve got in your tucker bag?’

‘You’ll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me’.

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda

Who’ll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me

And he sang as he watched and waited ’til his billy boiled,

‘Who’ll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me?’.

Squatter – a wealthy landowner.

Trooper – a policeman, a mounted militia-man.

Up jumped the swagman, leapt into the billabong,

‘You’ll never catch me alive,’ said he,

And his ghost may be heard as you pass by the billabong,

‘Who’ll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me’.

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda

Who’ll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me

And he sang as he watched and waited ’til his billy boiled,

‘Who’ll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me?’

I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day

Merry Christmas 2001

And A Peaceful New Year!

(Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

Lyrics:
[D] I heard the bells on [A] Christmas day

[D] Their old familiar [A] carols play,

[D] And wild and sweet the [Bm] words [G] repeat

[D] Of peace on earth, good [A] will to [D] men.

I thought how, as the day had come,

The belfries of all Christendom

Had rolled along th’ unbroken song

Of peace on earth, good will to men.

And in despair I bowed my head

‘There is no peace on earth,’ I said,

‘For hate is strong and mocks the song

Of peace on earth, good will to men.’

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:

‘God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;

The wrong shall fail, the right prevail

With peace on earth, good will to men.’

Till ringing, singing on its way

The world revolved from night to day,

A voice, a chime, a chant sublime

Of peace on earth, good will to men.

Battle Hymn of the Republic

In October of 2000, Camilla and I were on a tour, driving up the East Coast. We stopped in Beaufort, South Carolina because that was where she was born. Camilla went for a walk down a tree lined street in her old hometown and found herself at the church where her mother had been baptized. It was a sentimental time for her, because her mother had just passed away a few months earlier. In the church, she picked up a hymnal. As she was browsing through it, the pastor walked in. She told him about being born there, and that his was the church which her mother had attended. He graciously gave her the hymnal as a remembrance of her mother and Beaufort. After the September 11, 2001 disaster, I was looking for a song that would fit the feeling in America. Camilla picked up the hymnal and found this. The arrangement with the contrapuntal background parts is one that she remembers from her youth. We recorded this in Dublin, Ohio on Camilla’s 50th birthday, with our friend Bill Lee on background vocals.
Lyrics:
[C] Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is [F maj7] trampling out the vintage where the [C] grapes of wrath are stored,
He has loosed the fateful [Am] lightening of His [C] terrible swift [F maj7] sword
His [Dm] truth is [G7] marching [C] on.

cho: [C] Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
[F maj7] Glory! Glory! [C] Hallelujah!
Glory! [Am] Glory! Hallelu [C] [F maj7] jah!
His [Dm] truth is [G7] marching [C] on.

I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps
l can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps
His day is marching on.

cho:

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.

cho:

ln the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.