diff --git a/lilypond/all_for_me_grog.ly b/lilypond/all_for_me_grog.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0281dbf --- /dev/null +++ b/lilypond/all_for_me_grog.ly @@ -0,0 +1,23 @@ +% Aus: Patrick Steinbach - Irish Reel Book + +\include "header" +\paper{paper-height = 10\cm} + +{ + +<< + \chords { + \partial 4 s4 g1 c2 g s1 d + g c2 g s d d:7 g + } + + + \relative c'' { + \key g \major \time 4/4 + \partial 4 b8. a16 | g4 b8. a16 g4 r8 fis | e16 fis8. g16 e8. d4 r8 b' | d4 d8. d16 d4 c8. b16 | b8 a( a4.) r8 + b8. c16 | d4 d8. b16 g4 g8. fis16 | e8. fis16 g8. e16 d4 g8. a16 | b8. d16 c8. b16 c8. a16 g8. fis16 | a2 g4 + } +>> + +} + diff --git a/lilypond/arthur_mac_bride.ly b/lilypond/arthur_mac_bride.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..416e304 --- /dev/null +++ b/lilypond/arthur_mac_bride.ly @@ -0,0 +1,47 @@ +% Aus: Seltsames Irish Song Book +% Alternative in: Patrick Steinbach - Irish Reel Book + +\include "header" +\paper{paper-height = 8\cm} + +{ + +<< + \chords { + \partial 8 s8 g2. s + c4. g c a:m + g2. s + s4. d c d:7 + g s c d:7 + a:m g c a:m + g a:m g g + g d:7 g2. + } + + + \relative c' { + \key g \major \time 6/8 + \partial 8 d8 | g8. a16 g8 g d e | g8. a16 g8 b4 + d16 d | e8 d c b( c) b | a8. b16 g8 e4 + d8 | g d e g d e | g a g b4 + d8 | d c b a b d | e4. d4 + b16( c) | d4 d8 b c d | e d d d4 + b8 | c d c b c b | a8. b16 a8 e4 + d8 | g d e g d e | g a g b4 + b16 c | d8. c16 b8 a g fis | g4. g4 + } + +% \addlyrics { +% I had a first cou -- sin call'd Ar -- thur Mac -- Bride +% He and I took a stroll down by the sea -- side +% a -- seek -- ing good fort -- une and what would be -- tide, +% Twas just as the morn -- ing was dawn -- ing. +% Then aft -- er rest -- ing we both took a tramp, +% We met sergeant Har -- per and Cor -- po -- ral Cramp, +% Be -- sides the wee drum -- mer that beat up for camp, +% With his Row -- do -- dow -- dow in the morn -- ing. +% } +>> + +} + diff --git a/lilypond/black_velvet_band.ly b/lilypond/black_velvet_band.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6fd376d --- /dev/null +++ b/lilypond/black_velvet_band.ly @@ -0,0 +1,27 @@ +% Aus: Patrick Steinbach - Irish Reel Book + +\include "header" +\paper{paper-height = 10\cm} + +{ + +<< + \chords { + \partial 8 \repeat volta 2 { s8 g2. s c d + g s d g4. s4 } + s8 g2. s c d + g s d g + } + + + \relative c'' { + \key g \major \time 6/8 + \partial 8 \repeat volta 2 { d8 | d d d b c d | c b4 r8 b8 a | g a b g fis e | d4. r8 + d'8 c | b b b d, e fis | g4 a8 b4 g8 | a b c fis, g a | g4. r4 } \break + d'8^"Chorus" | d4 d8 b c d | c b4 r8 b8 a | g a b g fis e | d4. r8 + d'8 c | b4 b8 d, e fis | g4 a8 b4 g8 | a b c fis, g a | g4. r4 + } +>> + +} + diff --git a/lilypond/blarney_roses.ly b/lilypond/blarney_roses.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5535720 --- /dev/null +++ b/lilypond/blarney_roses.ly @@ -0,0 +1,23 @@ +% Aus: Patrick Steinbach - Irish Reel Book + +\include "header" +\paper{paper-height = 10\cm} + +{ + +<< + \chords { + \repeat volta 2 { \partial 8 s8 g1 c2 g s1 e:m + g e:m g c2 g } + } + + + \relative c'' { + \key g \major \time 4/4 + \repeat volta 2 { \partial 8 g8 | g8. e'16 d8. e16 b8. a16 g8. d16 | e8. g16 g8. a16 g4. d'8 | d8. d16 e8. fis16 g8. g16 fis8. g16 | e8. d16 b8. d16 e4. d8 | + d8. d16 e8. fis16 g8. g16 fis8. g16 | e8. d16 b8. d16 e4 g,8. g16 | g8. e'16 d8. e16 b8. a16 g8. d16 | e8. g16 g8. a16 g4. } + } +>> + +} + diff --git a/lilypond/dirty_old_town.ly b/lilypond/dirty_old_town.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2880583 --- /dev/null +++ b/lilypond/dirty_old_town.ly @@ -0,0 +1,28 @@ +% Aus: Patrick Steinbach - Irish Reel Book (modifiziert) +% Auch in: Liederkarren + +\include "header" +\paper{paper-height = 10\cm} + +{ + +<< + \chords { + \partial 2. s2. g1 s2 c g1 g:7 + c s g s2 c4 g + e1:m s2 c2 g1 s + a:m d:7 e1:m d4:7 + } + + + \relative c' { + \key g \major \time 4/4 + \partial 2. d4 e g | b1( | b4) a8 g b4 g | d1( | d2) b'4 d | + e1( | e4) d8 b a4 g | b1( | b4) r e d | + b1( | b4) a8 g b4 g | d1( | d4) r4 e8 g b4 | + a1( | a4) r a8 g e d | \acciaccatura { e8 g8 } e1( | e4) + } +>> + +} + diff --git a/lilypond/eileen_og.ly b/lilypond/eileen_og.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..55fd1c7 --- /dev/null +++ b/lilypond/eileen_og.ly @@ -0,0 +1,23 @@ +% Aus: http://abcnotation.com/tunePage?a=www.pick.ucam.org/~aswaine/music/brbsets/0023 +\include "header" +\paper{paper-height = 8\cm} + +{ + +<< + \chords { + \repeat volta 2 { g1 c2 g2 d1 } + \repeat volta 2 { g1 c2 g2 d1 } + } + + + \relative c' { + \key g \major \time 2/2 + \repeat volta 2 { d4 g b4. b8 | c4 b b4. b8 | b4 a a4. b8 } + + \repeat volta 2 { d'4^"Chorus" d d b | c c c a | b b8 b b4 g | a fis e8 d4. } + } +>> + +} + diff --git a/lilypond/follow_me_up_to_carlow.ly b/lilypond/follow_me_up_to_carlow.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d6ac62c --- /dev/null +++ b/lilypond/follow_me_up_to_carlow.ly @@ -0,0 +1,39 @@ +% Aus: Patrick Steinbach - Irish Reel Book +\include "header" +\paper{paper-height = 6\cm} + +{ + +<< + \chords { + \repeat volta 2 { + a2:m e:m a:m c4 g a2:m e:m a4:m g a2:m + } + \repeat volta 2 { + e1:m g:m e2:m d4:m e:m a:m g a2:m + } + } + + + \relative c'' { + \key g \major \time 4/4 + % verse + \repeat volta 2 { + a8.[ g16 a8. g16] e8. fis16 g4 | + a8.[ a16 c8. d16] e8. d16 \times 2/3 { c8 b8 g8 } | + a8.[ g16 a8. g16] e8. fis16 g4 | + a8. a16 \times 2/3 { b8 a8 g8 } a4 a4 | + } + % chorus + + \repeat volta 2 { + e'8.^"Chorus"[ fis16 g8. g16] e8. fis16 g4 | + b,8.[ a16 b8. a16] g8. a16 b4 | + e8.[ fis16 g8. g16] \times 2/3 { a8 g8 fis8 } g4 | + a,8. a16 \times 2/3 { b8 a8 g8 } a4 a4 | + } + } +>> + +} + diff --git a/lilypond/ill_tell_my_ma.ly b/lilypond/ill_tell_my_ma.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..20634f3 --- /dev/null +++ b/lilypond/ill_tell_my_ma.ly @@ -0,0 +1,52 @@ +% Aus: Patrick Steinbach - Irish Reel Book (modifiziert) +\include "header" +\paper{paper-height = 8\cm} + +{ + +<< + \chords { + \partial 8 s8 \repeat volta 2 { g1 c2 g2 d1 } + \alternative{{g1}{g1}} + g1 c g d g c g2 d2 g2. + } + + + \relative c' { + \key g \major \time 4/4 + \partial 8 d8 \repeat volta 2 { d4 g b4. b8 | c4 b b4. b8 | b4 a a4. b8 } + \alternative {{a4 g g4. d8 }{a'4 g g2}} + d'4^"Chorus" d d b | c c c a | b b8 b b4 g | a fis e8 d4. | + d'4 d d b | c c c2 | b4 g8 g a4 fis | g g g + } +>> + +} + + +%% Aus: Seltsames Irish Song Book +%\include "header" +%\paper{paper-height = 8\cm} +% +%{ +% +%<< +% \chords { +% \partial 8 s8 \repeat volta 2 { d2 s a } +% \alternative{{d2}{a2}} +% a2 g d a:7 +% d g d4 a:7 d2 +% } +% +% +% \relative c' { +% \key d \major \time 2/4 +% \partial 8 d8 \repeat volta 2 { a8 d fis8. g16 | g8 g fis8. g16 | fis8 e e8. fis16 } +% \alternative {{e8 d d8. fis16 }{e8 d d4}} +% a'8^"Chorus" a a fis | g g g e | fis fis16 fis fis8 d | e cis b16 a8. | +% a'8 a a fis | g g g4 | fis8 d16 d e8 cis | d d d +% } +%>> +% +%} + diff --git a/lilypond/in_dublins_fair_city.ly b/lilypond/in_dublins_fair_city.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ac9b86a --- /dev/null +++ b/lilypond/in_dublins_fair_city.ly @@ -0,0 +1,27 @@ +% Aus: Patrick Steinbach - Irish Reel Book + +\include "header" +\paper{paper-height = 10\cm} + +{ + +<< + \chords { + \partial 4 s4 g2. e:m a:m d + g s s d + g e:m a:m d + g e:m g2 d4 g2. + } + + + \relative c' { + \key g \major \time 3/4 + \partial 4 d4 | g g g | g8 b( b4) b8 g | a4 a a | a8 c( c4) b8 a | + b4. a8 g4 | d'4. c8 b4 | b4. a8 g4 | a2 d,4 | + g4 g g | g8 b( b4) g4 | a a a | a8 c( c4) b8 a | + b8 d( d4) c | b8 d( d4) c4 | b4. g8 a4 | g2 + } +>> + +} + diff --git a/lilypond/johnny_i_hardly_knew_ye.ly b/lilypond/johnny_i_hardly_knew_ye.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4818f39 --- /dev/null +++ b/lilypond/johnny_i_hardly_knew_ye.ly @@ -0,0 +1,27 @@ +% Aus: Patrick Steinbach - Irish Reel Book + +\include "header" +\paper{paper-height = 10\cm} + +{ + +<< + \chords { + \partial 8 s8 e2.:m s d s + e:m s g b:7 + e:m d c b:7 + e4.:m d c b:7 e:m d e:m + } + + + \relative c'' { + \key g \major \time 6/8 + \partial 8 b8 | b4 e8 e4 fis8 | g4 fis8 g4 e8 | d4. r4 b8 | d4. r4 b8 | + b4 e8 e4 fis8 | g4 fis8 g4 a8 | b4. r4 g8 | b4. r4 g8 | + b4 b8 b4 g8 | a4 a8 a4 a8 | g g g g fis e | fis fis fis fis g a | + b4 g8 a4 fis8 | g4 e8 fis4. | e8 e e fis e d | e4. e4 + } +>> + +} + diff --git a/lilypond/lanigans_ball.ly b/lilypond/lanigans_ball.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..aa53b6e --- /dev/null +++ b/lilypond/lanigans_ball.ly @@ -0,0 +1,36 @@ +% Aus: Patrick Steinbach - Irish Reel Book + +\include "header" +\paper{paper-height = 10\cm} + +{ + +<< + \chords { + \partial 8 s8 e2.:m s d s + e:m s s4. a4. e2.:m + e2.:m s d s + e:m s s4. a4. e2.:m + %chorus + e2.:m d e:m b:m + e2.:m d e:m s + e2.:m s d s + e2.:m s s4. b:m e4.:m s4 + } + + + \relative c' { + \key d \major \time 6/8 + \partial 8 e16 d | e8 e fis g4 a8 | b b a b cis d | d, d d fis a b | a fis d d4 d8 | + e8 e fis g4 a8 | b b a b cis d | e b b cis b a | b e, e e4 e8 | + e8 e e g g a | b b a b cis d | d, d d a' a a | a fis d d4 r8 | + e8 e e g g a | b b a b cis d | e4 b8 cis b a | b e, e e4. | + e'4^"Chorus" fis8 g4 e8 | fis4 g8 fis e d | e4 fis8 g fis e | fis b, b b4. | + e4 fis8 g4 e8 | fis4 g8 fis e d | e b b b4 a8 | b e, e e4. | + e4 e8 g4 a8 | b4 b8 b cis d | d,4 d8 fis a b | a4 a8 a fis d | + d4 d8 g4 a8 | b4 b8 b cis d | e fis b, b4 a8 | b e, e e4 | + } +>> + +} + diff --git a/lilypond/leaving_of_liverpool.ly b/lilypond/leaving_of_liverpool.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a16330e --- /dev/null +++ b/lilypond/leaving_of_liverpool.ly @@ -0,0 +1,27 @@ +% Aus: Patrick Steinbach - Irish Reel Book + +\include "header" +\paper{paper-height = 10\cm} + +{ + +<< + \chords { + \partial 4 s4 c2 s f c s a:m g:7 s + c s f c s g:7 c s + g:7 s f c a:m e:m f g + c s f c s g:7 c s4 + } + + + \relative c' { + \key c \major \time 2/4 + \partial 4 c8 d | e4. g8 | f e d c | c'4. a8 | g4 c,8 d | e4 g | a g | d2( | d4) c8 d | + e4. g8 | f e d c | c'4. a8 | g4 c,8 d | e4 g8 e | d4 d | c2( | c4) b'8 c | + d4. b8 | g4 b8 d | c4. a8 | g4. c,8 | e8. g16 g8 g | a g f e | d2 | r8 g g f | + e4 e8 g | f e d c | c'4. a8 | g4 c,8. d16 | e8 g g e | d4 d c2( | c4) + } +>> + +} + diff --git a/lilypond/lord_of_the_dance.ly b/lilypond/lord_of_the_dance.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a0ba6cd --- /dev/null +++ b/lilypond/lord_of_the_dance.ly @@ -0,0 +1,28 @@ +\include "header" +\paper{paper-height = 8\cm} + +{ + +<< + \chords { + \partial 8 s8 g1 s c d:7 + g s c2 d:7 g1 + %chorus + g1 s s d:7 g s a2:m d:7 g1 + } + + + \relative c' { + \key g \major \time 4/4 + \partial 8 d8 | g4 g8( g) b( b) b b | d4 d b4. + b8 | a4 a8 a a4 a8 b | c( b) a g fis4. + d8 | g4 g8 g b b b b | d4 d b4. + b8 | a4 a a8( c) b( a) | g4 g g2 + %chorus + d'2^"Chorus" b4. b8 | b c b a g2 | b4 b8 c d4 c8 b | a4 a a2 | + g4 g8 a b4. a8 | b a b c d4 c8 b | a4 a a8( c) b a | g4 g g4. + } +>> + +} + diff --git a/lilypond/red_is_the_rose.ly b/lilypond/red_is_the_rose.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..edf606c --- /dev/null +++ b/lilypond/red_is_the_rose.ly @@ -0,0 +1,23 @@ +% Aus: Patrick Steinbach - Irish Reel Book + +\include "header" +\paper{paper-height = 10\cm} + +{ + +<< + \chords { + \partial 8 \repeat volta 2 { s8 g2 e:m a:m c g e:m c d + c g a1:m g2 c d g4. } + } + + + \relative c'' { + \key g \major \time 4/4 + \partial 8 \repeat volta 2 { g8 | g4 g8. a16 b4. b8 | a8. b16 a8 g e4. g8 | g4 g8. g16 g4 b8 d | e2 d | + e4 e8. d16 b4 b8. d16 | c8 b a g e4. d8 | g4 b8 d e4 d8 b | a2 g4. } + } +>> + +} + diff --git a/lilypond/rocky_road_to_dublin.ly b/lilypond/rocky_road_to_dublin.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a59c452 --- /dev/null +++ b/lilypond/rocky_road_to_dublin.ly @@ -0,0 +1,25 @@ +% Aus: Patrick Steinbach - Irish Reel Book + +\include "header" +\paper{paper-height = 10\cm} + +{ + +<< + \chords { + \repeat volta 2 { a4.:m g a:m s s g a:m g a:m g s s } + a:m s s s s g a:m s s g s s + a:m s s s s g a:m s s g s s + } + + + \relative c'' { + \key g \major \time 9/8 + \repeat volta 2 { e8 fis e d4 b8 a4 a8 | e4 a8 a4 a8 b c d | e fis e d4 b8 a4 c8 | b4 a8 g4 a8 b c d | } + e4 a8 a4 fis8 g4 e8 | e4 a8 a4 a,8 b c d | e4 a8 a4 fis8 g4 e8 | d4 b8 g4 a8 b c d | + e4 a8 a4 fis8 g4 e8 | e4 a8 a4 a,8 b c d | e fis g fis g a g fis e | d4 b8 g4 a8 b c d | + } +>> + +} + diff --git a/lilypond/sally_gardens.ly b/lilypond/sally_gardens.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0da0f98 --- /dev/null +++ b/lilypond/sally_gardens.ly @@ -0,0 +1,31 @@ +\include "header" +\paper{paper-height = 8\cm} + +{ + +<< + \chords { + \partial 4 s4 c2 g f c f4 c g2:7 c1 + s2 c f c f4 c g2:7 c1 + a4:m e:m f a:m b2:7 e:m + f4 e:m d:m7 g:7 c1 + c2:7 f4 e:m dis2 c f4 c g2:7 c1 + } + + \relative c' { + \key c \major \time 4/4 + \partial 4 c8 d | e4 d8 c d( e) g4 | a2 g4 c8( g) | a4 g8( e) d4. c8 | c2 r4 + c8( d) | e4 d8( c) d( e) g4 | a2 g4 c8( g) | a4 g8( e) d4. c8 | c2 r4 + g'4 | c b8( g) a4 c | b2 g4 e8 g | a4 g8 e g( a) c( d) | c2 r4 + c,8( d) | e4 d8( c) d4 e8( g) | a2 g4 c8 g | a4 g8( e) d4. c8 | c2 r4 + } +% \addlyrics { +% It was down by the Sal -- ly Gar -- dens, My love and I did meet. +% She passed the Sal -- ly Gar -- dens On lit -- tle snow -- white feet. +% She bid me take lov ea -- sy, As the laeves grow up -- on the tree. +% But I was young and fool -- ish And with her did not a -- gree. +% } +>> + +} + diff --git a/lilypond/spancil_hill.ly b/lilypond/spancil_hill.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..02a5ad8 --- /dev/null +++ b/lilypond/spancil_hill.ly @@ -0,0 +1,25 @@ +\include "header" +\paper{paper-height = 6\cm} + +{ + +<< + \chords { + \partial 8 s8 d2.:m c s4. d:m s2. + s s c g + d:m s c g + d:m c s4. d:m s s4 + } + + + \relative c'' { + \key c \major \time 6/8 + \partial 8 c16( b) | a4 d,8 a'4 b16( a) | g4( e8) c4 d8 | e8( g) e d4 c8 | d4.( d4) + a'8 | a4 d8 d4 e8 | d4( c8) a4 b8 | c4 d8 c( b) a | g4.( g4) + g8 | a4 d8 d4 e8 | d4 c8 a4 b8 | c4 d8 c( b) a | g4.( g8) + c8( b) | a4 d,8 a'4 b16( a) | g4 e8 c4 d8 | d( g) e d4 c8 | d4.( d4) | + } +>> + +} + diff --git a/lilypond/spanish_lady.ly b/lilypond/spanish_lady.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..304dc42 --- /dev/null +++ b/lilypond/spanish_lady.ly @@ -0,0 +1,27 @@ +% Aus: Patrick Steinbach - Irish Reel Book + +\include "header" +\paper{paper-height = 10\cm} + +{ + +<< + \chords { + g1 e:m a2:m g a:7 d + g1 e:m a2:m g a:7 d + g1 d2 e:m g1 d + g1 d2 e:m a:m g a:7 d + } + + + \relative c' { + \key g \major \time 4/4 + d4 d d e8 fis | g4 g g8 a b4 | c a b4. g8 | e4 d d2 | + d4 d8 d d4 e8 fis | g4 g g8 a b4 | c a8 a b4. g8 | e4 d d2 | + b'4 d d4. b8 | a4 g g a | b8 b d4 d4. b8 | a4 g a4. b8 | + b4 d d4. b8 | a4 g g a8 b | c4 a b4. g8 | e4 d d2 | + } +>> + +} + diff --git a/lilypond/star_of_the_county_down.ly b/lilypond/star_of_the_county_down.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..fe72a72 --- /dev/null +++ b/lilypond/star_of_the_county_down.ly @@ -0,0 +1,32 @@ +% Aus: Patrick Steinbach - Irish Reel Book + +\include "header" +\paper{paper-height = 12\cm} + +{ + +<< + \chords { + \partial 4 s4 b1:m d2 a d b:m a1 + b1:m d2 a d b:m s1 + d1 a d2 b:m a1 + b1:m d2 a d b:m s1 + d1 a d2 b:m a1 + b1:m d2 a d b:m s2. + } + + + \relative c' { + \key d \major \time 4/4 + %Hier könnte man mal Wiederholungszeichen einfügen + \partial 4 fis8 a | b4 b b a8 b | d4 d e d8 e | fis4 e8 d b4 fis | a2. fis8 a | + b4 b b a8 b | d4 d e d8 e | fis4 e8 d b4 b | b2. fis'8 g | + a4 fis fis e8 d | e4 e e d8 e | fis4 e8 d b4 a8 fis | a2. fis8 a | + b4 b b a8 b | d4 d e d8 e | fis4 e8 d b4 b | b2. fis'8^"Chorus" g | + a4 fis fis e8 d | e4 e e d8 e | fis4 e8 d b4 a8 fis | a2. fis8 a | + b4 b b a8 b | d4 d e d8 e | fis4 e8 d b4 b | b2. + } +>> + +} + diff --git a/lilypond/the_blacksmith.ly b/lilypond/the_blacksmith.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..62d6e32 --- /dev/null +++ b/lilypond/the_blacksmith.ly @@ -0,0 +1,27 @@ +% Aus: Patrick Steinbach - Irish Reel Book + +\include "header" +\paper{paper-height = 10\cm} + +{ + +<< + \chords { + \partial 4 s4 a1:m g a2:m g4 a4:m s1 + a1:m g a2:m g4 a4:m s1 + c2 d e1:m a2:m g s1 + a2.:m d4 e1:m a2:m g4 a4:m s2. + } + + + \relative c'' { + \key c \major \time 4/4 + \partial 4 e8 d | c4 a c d8 e | g2. d4 | e a, g a( | a2.) e'8 d | + c4 a c d8 e | g2. d4 | e a, g a( | a2.) c8 e | + g4 g a a8 g | e2. d4 | c a c8 d( d4 | d2.) a8 b | + c4 d e fis8 d | e2. b4 | c d g, a( | a2.) + } +>> + +} + diff --git a/lilypond/the_bold_fenian_men.ly b/lilypond/the_bold_fenian_men.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..27231b6 --- /dev/null +++ b/lilypond/the_bold_fenian_men.ly @@ -0,0 +1,29 @@ +% Aus: Patrick Steinbach - Irish Reel Book + +\include "header" +\paper{paper-height = 10\cm} + +{ + +<< + \chords { + \partial 4 s4 e2.:m s4 d2 s2. e:m + g e2.:m s4 d2 s2. + e:m g e:m s + e:m d s e:m + g e:m s + } + + + \relative c'' { + \key g \major \time 3/4 + \partial 4 b4 | b e, fis | e d2( | d) e8 fis | g4 a b | + d8 b( b4) b | b e, fis | e d2( | d) e8 fis | + g4 a b | d8 b( b4) b | b e fis | e8 d( d4) e,8 fis | + g4 a g | fis8 e d2( | d) e8 fis | g2 a8 b | + d2 b8 a | b4 e, fis | e2 + } +>> + +} + diff --git a/lilypond/the_foggy_dew.ly b/lilypond/the_foggy_dew.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..530f9d3 --- /dev/null +++ b/lilypond/the_foggy_dew.ly @@ -0,0 +1,23 @@ +\include "header" +\paper{paper-height = 6\cm} + +{ + +<< + \chords { + \repeat volta 2 { \partial 2 s2 e1:m s1 d g e:m c e:m s2 } + d2:7 g1 s d g s e:m g s2 + b2:m e1:m s d g e:m c e:m s2 + + } + + \relative c'' + { + \time 4/4 \key g \major + \repeat volta 2 { \partial 2 b4( d4) | e2 d4( b4) | e2 d4( b4) | a2 b2 | d,2 e4( fis4) | g4( b4) a4( g4) | e2. d4 | e1 ~ | e2 } + e4( fis4) | g2. b4 | d2 c4( b4) | a4 a2. | b2 g4( a4) | b2 g'4( fis4) | e4( d4) b4( d4) | e1 ~ | e2 + b4( d4) | e2 d4( b4) | e2 d4( b4) | a2 b2 | d,2 e4( fis4) | g4( b4) a4( g4) | e2. d4 | e1 ~ | e2 + } +>> + +} diff --git a/lilypond/the_jolly_beggar.ly b/lilypond/the_jolly_beggar.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..eb7b743 --- /dev/null +++ b/lilypond/the_jolly_beggar.ly @@ -0,0 +1,34 @@ +% Aus: Seltsames Irish Song Book +\include "header" +\paper{paper-height = 12\cm} + +{ + +<< + \chords { + \partial 4 s4 c1 s f g:7 + c f c g + c s f g:7 + c f c g + %chorus + c s f g:7 + c f c g + c s + } + + + \relative c' { + \key c \major \time 4/4 + \partial 4 c4 | c4. d8 e4 f | g e d c | c c' c4. d8| c4( b2) + g4 | c4. e8 d4 c | a b c4. a8 | g4 e d c | e( d2) + a4 | c4. d8 e4 f | g e d c | c c' c4. d8 | c4( b2) + g4 | c4. e8 d4 c | a b c4. a8 | g4 e d c | e( d2) + %chorus + a4^"Chorus" | c4. d8 e4 f | g( e) d c | c c' c4. d8 | c4( b2) + g4 | c4. e8 d4 c | a b c4. a8 | g4( e) d c | e( d2) + a4 | c4. d8 e4 f | g c,2 + } +>> + +} + diff --git a/lilypond/the_parting_glass.ly b/lilypond/the_parting_glass.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..11c651c --- /dev/null +++ b/lilypond/the_parting_glass.ly @@ -0,0 +1,27 @@ +% Aus: Patrick Steinbach - Irish Reel Book + +\include "header" +\paper{paper-height = 10\cm} + +{ + +<< + \chords { + \partial 4 s4 e1:m s2 d e1:m s2 d + e1:m s2 d e1:m s + g s a2:m g s1 + e:m s2 d e1:m s2. + } + + + \relative c'' { + \key g \major \time 4/4 + \partial 4 b8 a | g4 e e d8 e | g4 g a g8 a | b4 b b8 a g a | b4 d, d b'8 a | + g4 e e d8 e | g4 g a g8 a | b4 e d8 b a b | g4 e e b' | + d8 b d e d4 b | d8 b d e d4 b | c b b8 a g a | b4 d, d b'8 a | + g4 e e d8 e | g4 g a g8 a | b4 e d8 b a b | g4 e e + } +>> + +} + diff --git a/lilypond/the_raggle_taggle_gypsy.ly b/lilypond/the_raggle_taggle_gypsy.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..44a47bc --- /dev/null +++ b/lilypond/the_raggle_taggle_gypsy.ly @@ -0,0 +1,50 @@ +% Aus: Patrick Steinbach - Irish Reel Book (modifiziert) +\include "header" +\paper{paper-height = 8\cm} + +{ + +<< + \chords { + \partial 4 s4 a4:m g a2:m a4:m g a2:m s1 e2:m c + e2:m a:m e:m d a:m c \time 6/4 a4:m g a2.:m + } + + + \relative c'' { + \key g \major \time 4/4 + \partial 4 e8( d) | c4 b a e'8 d | c8 a b g a4. + e'8 | a4 a a b8 a | g( fis) e( d) e4. + e8 | g4 g a e8 fis | g fis e4 d + a8 a | c b c d e g e d | \time 6/4 c8( a) b( g) d2. | + } +>> + +} + + +% Aus: Seltsames Irish Song Book +%\include "header" +%\paper{paper-height = 8\cm} +% +%{ +% +%<< +% \chords { +% \partial 4 s4 d4:m a:m d2:m d4:m a:m d2:m +% s1 f +% s s2 g d1:m s4 c d2.:m +% } +% +% +% \relative c'' { +% \key c \major \time 4/4 +% \partial 4 a8( g) | f4 e d a'8 g | f4 e8 e d4. +% a'8 | d4 d d e8 d | c( b) a( g) a2 | +% c4 c d a8 b | c b a4 g +% d8 d | f f g4 a8 c a g | \time 6/4 f8( d) e( c) d2. | +% } +%>> +% +%} + diff --git a/lilypond/the_rare_old_mountain_dew.ly b/lilypond/the_rare_old_mountain_dew.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0626a0a --- /dev/null +++ b/lilypond/the_rare_old_mountain_dew.ly @@ -0,0 +1,25 @@ +\include "header" +\paper{paper-height = 10\cm} + +{ + +<< + \chords { + \partial 4 s4 e1 a e b:7 + e a e2 d:7 f1 + s s s cis2:m b:7 + e1 a e2 b:7 e2. + } + + + \relative c'' { + \key e \major \time 4/4 + \partial 4 b4 | cis8.( dis16) cis8.( b16) gis4 fis8. e16 | fis8.( gis16) fis8.( e16) cis4 b8. cis16 | e4 gis8.( e16) fis8.( gis16) fis8.( e16) | b'2. + b4 | cis8.( dis16) cis8.( b16) gis4 fis8. e16 | fis8.( gis16) fis8.( e16) cis4 \times2/3{b8 cis dis} | e4 gis4 fis8. e16 fis4 | e2 r4 + b'4 | cis b gis b | cis b e, b' | cis b8 b gis4 e | cis2 r4 + b'4 | cis b8. b16 gis4 e8. e16 | fis4 e cis b8. b16 | e4 gis fis8.( e16) fis4 | e2. + } +>> + +} + diff --git a/lilypond/the_rattling_bog.ly b/lilypond/the_rattling_bog.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a8206b6 --- /dev/null +++ b/lilypond/the_rattling_bog.ly @@ -0,0 +1,28 @@ +% Aus: Internet + +\include "header" +\paper{paper-height = 10\cm} + +{ + +<< + \chords { \repeat volta 2 { g2 c g d + g2 c g4 d g2 } + \repeat volta 2 { g2 s s d + g s s4 d } + \alternative {{g2}{g2}} + } + + + \relative c'' { + \key g \major \time 2/4 + \repeat volta 2 { b4 b8. a16 | g8 e e g16 e | d8 g g a | b a a d | + b4 b8. a16 | g8 e e g16 e | d8 d' d b | a g g a | } + \repeat volta 2 { b8 g a g16 a | b8 g a g16 a | b8 d d b | a g a4 | + b8 g a g16 a | b8 g a g16 a | b8 d d b | } + \alternative {{a8 g g a}{a8 g g4}} + } +>> + +} + diff --git a/lilypond/the_rising_of_the_moon.ly b/lilypond/the_rising_of_the_moon.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..95cdeeb --- /dev/null +++ b/lilypond/the_rising_of_the_moon.ly @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +%Aus: Liederkiste / Seltsames Irish Song Book (modifiziert) +\include "header" +\paper{paper-height = 10\cm} + +{ + +<< + \chords { + \partial 2 \repeat volta 2 { s2 c1 s g:7 s + f c g:7 c2 } + s2 c1 s g:7 s + f c g:7 c2 +% s2 c1 s g:7 s +% f c g:7 c2 + } + + + \relative c' { + \key c \major \time 4/4 + \partial 2 \repeat volta 2 { c4 d | e e e e | e8 g4. g4 e | e d d8 e4. | d2. + g8. g16 | a4 f c' b | a8 g4. e4 c | d c c4. d8 | c2 } + c4^"Chorus" d | e4 e e4. e8 | e8( g4.) g4 e | e4. d8 d4. e8 | d2. + g8. g16 | a4 f c'4. b8 | a8 g4. e4 c | d c c4. d8 | c2 +% a'4 g | e e e4. e8 | e2 a4 g | d d d4. d8 | d2. +% g8. g16 | a4 f c'4. b8 | a g4. e4 c | d c c4. c8 | c2 + } +>> + +} + +%%Aus: Seltsames Irish Song Book +%\include "header" +%\paper{paper-height = 10\cm} +% +%{ +% +%<< +% \chords { +% \partial 2 s2 c1 s g:7 s +% f c f c +% s s g:7 s +% f c f c +% %chorus +% c s g:7 s +% f c f c +% } +% +% +% \relative c' { +% \key c \major \time 4/4 +% \partial 2 c4 d | e e e e | e8 g4. g4 e | e d d8 d4. | d2. +% g8. g16 | a4 f c' b | a8 g4. e4 c | d c c c | c2 +% c4 d | e e e e | e8 g4. g4 e | e d d8 d4. | d2. +% g8. g16 | a4 f c'4. b8 | a8 g4. e4 c | d c c4. c8 | c2 +% %chorus +% a'4^"Chorus" g | e e e4. e8 | e2 a4 g | d d d4. d8 | d2. +% g8. g16 | a4 f c'4. b8 | a g4. e4 c | d c c4. c8 | c2 +% } +%>> +% +%} + diff --git a/lilypond/whiskey_in_the_jar.ly b/lilypond/whiskey_in_the_jar.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1074d51 --- /dev/null +++ b/lilypond/whiskey_in_the_jar.ly @@ -0,0 +1,31 @@ +\include "header" +\paper{paper-height = 12\cm} + +{ + +<< + \chords { + \partial 4 s4 c1 s a:m s + f s c s + s s a:m s + f s c s + %chorus + g:7 s c s + f s c2 g:7 c2. + } + + + \relative c' { + \key c \major \time 4/4 + \partial 4 e4 | g g g4. a8 | g4 e2 g4 | a a a8 b4. | a4 e2 + g4 | a a a b | c c b a | g8 g4. c4 b | a e2 + g4 | g4. g8 g4 a | g e e g | a4. a8 a4 b | a e2 + g4 | a2 a4. b8 | c4 c b a | g4. g8 c4 b | a g + %chorus + e4^"Chorus" c | d d8 d d4 d8 d | d1 | r4 e4 e4. d8 | e4 f8 g( g2) | + r4 a a4. g8 | a4 b8 c( c4) a | g e d4. e8 | c2. + } +>> + +} + diff --git a/lilypond/wild_rover.ly b/lilypond/wild_rover.ly new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e1ba5d7 --- /dev/null +++ b/lilypond/wild_rover.ly @@ -0,0 +1,31 @@ +% Aus: Patrick Steinbach - Irish Reel Book + +\include "header" +\paper{paper-height = 10\cm} + +{ + +<< + \chords { + \partial 4 s4 g2. s s c + d s s g + d s s s + s g c s + g s c s + d s g2 + } + + + \relative c'' { + \key g \major \time 3/4 + \partial 4 \repeat volta 2 { g4 | g4. a8 g4 | g d b' | b a b | c2 b8 c | + d4 b d | c a fis | d b' a | g2 } + fis8 g | a2. | a | fis8 d( d2) | s4 s s | + s b' b | b a b | c2. | r4 b c | + d2.( | d4.) b8 g4 | fis e2( | e2) e4 | + d4 b'2( | b2) a4 | g2 + } +>> + +} + diff --git a/songs/Bardic/Leis_a_Lurrighan.sg b/songs/Bardic/Leis_a_Lurrighan.sg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b05225e --- /dev/null +++ b/songs/Bardic/Leis_a_Lurrighan.sg @@ -0,0 +1,53 @@ +\selectlanguage{english} +\songcolumns{2} +\beginsong{Leis a Lurrighan}[by=Bardic] + +\beginverse +\[Bm]On the ocean o‘he +Waves in \[D]motion o‘\[A]ho +Not but \[F#m]clouds could we see +O’er the \[A]blue sea \[Bm]below + +Islay loomin‘ o‘he +In the gloamin‘ o‘ho +Our ship’s compass set we +And our lights we did show +\endverse + +\beginchorus +Leis a \[Bm]Lurrighan o‘he +Leis a \[D]Lurrighan o‘\[A]ho +In the \[F#m]grey dark of evening +O’er the \[A]waves let us \[Bm]go + +Leis a Lurrighan o‘he +Leis a Lurrighan o‘ho +In the grey dark of evening +O’er the waves let us go +\endchorus + +\beginverse +Aros passing o‘he +Was harrassing o‘ho +The proud belows to see +High as masthead to flow + +Captain hollers o‘he +To his fellows o‘ho +Those that courage would flee +Let him go down below +\endverse + +\beginverse +In the tempest o‘he +Waves were crashing o‘ho +And the cry of the sea +As the cold winds did blow + +Captain hollers o‘he +To his fellows o‘ho +Those that won’t stay with me +Let them go down below +\endverse + +\endsong diff --git a/songs/Dropkick_Murphys/Captain_Kellys_Kitchen.sg b/songs/Dropkick_Murphys/Captain_Kellys_Kitchen.sg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..309e6c0 --- /dev/null +++ b/songs/Dropkick_Murphys/Captain_Kellys_Kitchen.sg @@ -0,0 +1,59 @@ +\selectlanguage{english} +\songcolumns{2} +\beginsong{Captain Kelly's Kitchen}[by=Dropkick Murphys] + +\beginverse +Come single guy and gal unto me pay attention +Don't ever fall in love +It's the devil's own invention +For once he fell in love with a maiden so bewitching +Miss Henrietta Bell down in Captain Kelly's kitchen +\endverse + +\beginchorus +With me toora loora la, me toora loora laddie +Me toora loora la and me toora loora laddie +\endchorus + +\beginverse +At the age of seventeen I apprenticed to a grocer +Not far from Stephen's Green +Where Miss Henri' used to go sir +Her manners were sublime she set my heart a-twitchin' +When she invited me to a party in the kitchen +\endverse + +\beginverse +Sunday was the day that they were to have their flare-up +He dressed himself quite gay +I frizzed and oiled my hair up +The Captain had no wife and he had gone a-fishin' +She groped me on the stairs beneath the old man's kitchen +\endverse + +\beginverse +Her arms around my waist she slyly hinted marriage +When to the door in haste came Captain Kelly's carriage +Her eyes were full of hate and poison she was spittin' +The Captain kicked the door in and stormed into the kitchen +\endverse + +\beginverse +When the Captain came downstairs he saw my situation +In spite of all his prayers he was marched off to the station +For him they'd take no bail +To get home I was itchin' +He had to tell the tale how I came into the kitchen +\endverse + +\beginverse +I said she did invite me +But she gave flat denial +For assault she did indict me and I was sent for trial +She swore he'd robbed her house +In spite of all her screechin' +I got six months hard +For his courtin' in the kitchen +\endverse + +\endsong diff --git a/songs/Eric_Bogle/Green_Fields_of_France.sg b/songs/Eric_Bogle/Green_Fields_of_France.sg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d85b5e7 --- /dev/null +++ b/songs/Eric_Bogle/Green_Fields_of_France.sg @@ -0,0 +1,58 @@ +\selectlanguage{english} +\songcolumns{2} +\beginsong{Green Fields of France}[by=Eric Bogle] + +\beginverse +Oh \[G]how do you \[Em]do, young \[C]Willy Mc\[Am]Bride +Do you \[D]mind if I \[D7]sit here down \[C]beside your grave\[G]side +And rest for a \[Em]while 'neath the \[C]warm summer \[Am]sun +I've been \[D]walking all \[D7]day, and \[C]I'm nearly \[G]done +And I \[G]see by your \[Em]gravestone you were \[C]only nine\[Am]teen +When you \[D]joined the great \[C]fallen in \[G]19\[D7]16 +Well I \[G]hope you died \[Em]quick +And I \[Am]hope you died clean +Oh \[D]Willy Mc\[D7]Bride, was is it \[C]slow and ob\[G]scene +\endverse + +\beginchorus +\[G]Did they \[D]beat the drums \[D7]slowly? +Did they \[C]play the fife \[G]lowly? +Did they \[D]sound the death \[D7]march as they \[C]lowered you \[D]down? +Did the \[C]band play the Last Post in \[G]cho\[Em]rus? +Did the \[G]pipes play the \[C]Flowers of the \[D7]Fo\[G]rest? +\endchorus + +\beginverse +And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind +In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined +And though you died back in 1916 +To that loyal heart you're forever nineteen +Or are you a stranger without even a name +Forever enshrined behind some old glass pane +In an old photograph torn, tattered, and stained +And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame +\endverse + +\beginverse +The sun shining down on these green fields of France +The warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance +The trenches have vanished long under the plow +No gas, no barbed wire, no guns firing now +But here in this graveyard that's still no man's land +The countless white crosses in mute witness stand +To man's blind indifference to his fellow man +And a whole generation were butchered and damned +\endverse + +\beginverse +And I can't help but wonder oh Willy McBride +Do all those who lie here know why they died? +Did you really believe them when they told you the cause? +Did you really believe that this war would end wars? +Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame +The killing and dying it was all done in vain +Oh Willy McBride it all happened again +And again, and again, and again, and again +\endverse + +\endsong diff --git a/songs/Traditional/All_for_me_Grog.sg b/songs/Traditional/All_for_me_Grog.sg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b5bd058 --- /dev/null +++ b/songs/Traditional/All_for_me_Grog.sg @@ -0,0 +1,35 @@ +\selectlanguage{english} +\songcolumns{2} +\beginsong{All for me Grog}[by=Traditional] + +\lilypond{all_for_me_grog} + +\beginchorus +And it's all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog +All for me beer and tobacco +Well I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin +Across the western ocean I must wander +\endchorus + +\beginverse +Where are me boots, me noggin, noggin boots +they're all gone for beer and tobacco +For the heels they are worn out and the toes are kicked about +And the soles are looking for better weather +\endverse + +\beginverse +Where is me shirt me noggin, noggin shirt +It's all gone for beer and tobacco +For the collar is all worn and the sleeves they are all torn +And the tail is looking for better weather +\endverse + +\beginverse +I'm sick in the head and I haven't gone to bed +Since I first came ashore from me slumber +For I spent all me dough on the lassies don't you know +Far across the western ocean I must wander +\endverse + +\endsong diff --git a/songs/Traditional/Arthur_Mac_Bride.sg b/songs/Traditional/Arthur_Mac_Bride.sg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e5d95c8 --- /dev/null +++ b/songs/Traditional/Arthur_Mac_Bride.sg @@ -0,0 +1,40 @@ +\selectlanguage{english} +\songcolumns{2} +\beginsong{Arthur Mac Bride}[by=Traditional] + +\lilypond{arthur_mac_bride} + +\beginverse +I \[G]had a first cousin call'd Arthur McBride, +He and \[C]I took a \[G]stroll down \[C]by the sea\[Am]side +a-\[G]seeking good fortune and what would betide, +'Twas just as the \[D]morning was \[C]dawn\[D7]ing. +Then \[G]after resting we \[C]both took a \[D7]tramp, +We \[Am]met sergeant \[G]Harper and \[C]Corporal \[Am]Cramp, +Be\[G]sides the wee \[Am]drummer that \[G/h]beat up for \[G/d]camp, +With his \[G]Row-do-dow-\[D7]dow in the \[G]morning. +\endverse + +\beginverse +He says: "My good fellows, if you will enlist +Ten guineas in gold you shall have in your fist, +Besides a crown to kick up the dust +And drink the king's health in the morning." +"If we'd been such fools as to take the advance, +The wee a bit more we had to run chance; +For you think it no scruple to send us to France, +Where we would be shot in the morning." +\endverse + +\beginverse +He says: "My good fellwos, if I hear but one word, +I instantly now will out with my sword, +And into your body as strength will afford, +So now, my gay fellows, take warning!" +But Arthur and I we took the odds, +We gave them no time for to launch out their swords; +With a spring o shillelag we paid them with blows +And paid them right smart in the morning. +\endverse + +\endsong diff --git a/songs/Traditional/Blarney_Roses.sg b/songs/Traditional/Blarney_Roses.sg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5092c28 --- /dev/null +++ b/songs/Traditional/Blarney_Roses.sg @@ -0,0 +1,42 @@ +\selectlanguage{english} +\songcolumns{2} +\beginsong{Blarney Roses}[by=Traditional] + +\lilypond{blarney_roses} + +\beginchorus +Can anybody tell me where the Blarney Roses grow? +It may be down in Limerick town or over in Mayo. +It's somewhere in the Em'rald Isle, but this I want to know: +Can anybody tell me where the Blarney Roses grow? +\endchorus + +\beginverse +'Twas over in ould Ireland near the town of Cushendall, +One morn I met a damsel there, the fairest of them all. +'Twas with my young affections and my money did she go, +And she told me she belonged to where the Blarney Roses grow. +\endverse + +\beginverse +Her cheeks were like the roses, her hair a raven hue. +Before that she was done with me, she had me raving too. +She left me sorely stranded, not a coin she left, you know, +And she told me she belonged to where the Blarney Roses grow. +\endverse + +\beginverse +They've roses in Killarney, and the same in County Clare, +But 'pon my word those roses, boys, I can't see anywhere. +She blarney'd me and, by the powers, she left me broke -- ho, ho! -- +Did this damsel that belonged to where the Blarney Roses grow. +\endverse + +\beginverse +Acushla gra-machree, me boys, she murmured soft, did she, +"If you belong to Ireland, it's yourself belongs to me." +Her Donegal come-all-ye brogue, it captured me, you know. +Bad scram to her and that same place, where the Blarney Roses grow. +\endverse + +\endsong diff --git a/songs/Traditional/Bonnie_Ship_the_Diamond.sg b/songs/Traditional/Bonnie_Ship_the_Diamond.sg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..36e6ddb --- /dev/null +++ b/songs/Traditional/Bonnie_Ship_the_Diamond.sg @@ -0,0 +1,56 @@ +\selectlanguage{english} +\songcolumns{2} +\beginsong{Bonnie Ship the Diamond}[by=Traditional] + +\beginverse +The Diamond is a ship, my lads +For the Davis Strait we're bound +The quay it is all garnished +With bonnie lasses 'round +Captain Thompson gives the order +To sail the ocean wide +Where the sun it never sets, my lads +Nor darkness dims the sky +\endverse + +\beginchorus +For it's cheer up my lads +Let your hearts never fail +For the bonnie ship the Diamond +Goes a-hunting for the whale +\endchorus + +\beginverse +Along the quay at Peterhead +The lasses stand aroon +Wi' their shawls all pulled around them +And the saut tears runnin' doon +Don't you weep, my bonnie wee lass +Though you be left behind +For the rose will grow on Greenland's ice +Before we change our mind +\endverse + +\beginverse +Here's a health to the Resolution +Likewise the Eliza Swan +Three cheers for the Battler of Montrose +And the Diamond, ship of fame +We wear the trousers o' the white +The jackets o' the blue +When we get back to Peterhead +We'll hae sweethearts enou' +\endverse + +\beginverse +It will be bright both day and night +When the Greenland lads come hame +Our ship full up with oil, my lads +And money to our name +We'll make the cradles for to rock +And the blankets for to tear +And every lass in Peterhead sing +"Hushabye, my dear" +\endverse + +\endsong diff --git a/songs/Traditional/Botany_Bay.sg b/songs/Traditional/Botany_Bay.sg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7314256 --- /dev/null +++ b/songs/Traditional/Botany_Bay.sg @@ -0,0 +1,35 @@ +\selectlanguage{english} +\songcolumns{2} +\beginsong{Botany Bay}[by=Traditional] + +\beginchorus +Fare\[D]well to your bricks and \[Bm]mortar, fare\[G]well to your \[A]dirty \[D]lies +Fare\[D]well to your gangways \[Bm]and your gang planks +And to \[Em]hell with your over\[A]time +For the \[D]good ship Raga\[Bm]muffin, she's \[G]lying \[A]at the \[D]quay +For to \[Bm]take oul Pat with a shovel on his back +To the shores of \[A]Botany \[D]Bay +\endchorus + +\beginverse +I'm on my way down to the quay, where the ship at anchor lays +To command a gang of navvys, that they told me to engage +I thought I'd drop in for a drink before I went away +For to take a trip on an emigrant ship to the shores of Botany Bay +\endverse + +\beginverse +The boss came up this morning, he says "Well, Pat you know +If you don't get your navvys out, I'm afraid you'll have to go" +So I asked him for my wages and demanded all my pay +For I told him straight, I'm going to emigrate to the shores of Botany Bay +\endverse + +\beginverse +And when I reach Australia I'll go and look for gold +There's plenty there for the digging of, or so I have been told +Or else I'll go back to my trade and a hundred bricks I'll lay +Because I live for an eight hour shift on the shores of Botany Bay +\endverse + +\endsong diff --git a/songs/Traditional/Follow_me_up_to_Carlow.sg b/songs/Traditional/Follow_me_up_to_Carlow.sg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..606102b --- /dev/null +++ b/songs/Traditional/Follow_me_up_to_Carlow.sg @@ -0,0 +1,51 @@ +\selectlanguage{english} +\songcolumns{2} +\beginsong{Follow me up to Carlow}[by=Traditional] + +\lilypond{follow_me_up_to_carlow} + +\beginverse + \[Dm]Lift MacCahir \[C]Og your face + \[Dm]Brooding o’er the \[C]old dis\[Dm]grace + That black FitzWilliam \[C]stormed your place, + \[Dm]Drove you \[C]to the \[Dm]Fern + Grey said victory was sure + Soon the firebrand he’d secure; + Until he met at Glenmalure + With Feach MacHugh O’Byrne. +\endverse + +\beginchorus + \[Am]Curse and swear Lord Kildare, + \[C]Feach will do what Feach will dare + \[Am]Now FitzWilliam, have a care + \[C]Fallen is your \[Dm]star, low. + \[Am]Up with halberd out with sword + \[C]On we’ll go for by the lord + \[Am]Feach MacHugh has \[G]given the \[C]word, + Follow me up to \[Dm]Carlow. +\endchorus + +\beginverse + See the swords of Glen Imayle, + Flashing o’er the English pale + See all the children of the Gael, + Beneath O’Byrne’s banners + Rooster of the fighting stock, + Would you let a Saxon cock + Crow out upon an Irish rock, + Fly up and teach him manners. +\endverse + +\beginverse + From Tassagart to Clonmore, + There flows a stream of Saxon gore + Oh, great is Rory Oge O’More, + At sending loons to Hades. + White is sick and Lane is fled, + Now for black FitzWilliam’s head + We’ll send it over, dripping red, + To Liza and her ladies. +\endverse + +\endsong diff --git a/songs/Traditional/Ill_tell_my_Ma.sg b/songs/Traditional/Ill_tell_my_Ma.sg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4d28094 --- /dev/null +++ b/songs/Traditional/Ill_tell_my_Ma.sg @@ -0,0 +1,49 @@ +\selectlanguage{english} +\songcolumns{2} +\beginsong{I'll Tell my Ma}[by=Traditional] + +\lilypond{ill_tell_my_ma} + +\beginverse +I'll \[G]tell my ma when \[C]I get \[G]home, +The \[D]boys won't leave the \[G]girls alone +They \[G]pull my hair and \[C]stole my \[G]comb +But \[D]that's all right till \[G]I go home +\endverse + +\beginchorus +\[G]She is handsome, \[C]she is pretty, +\[G]She is the Belle of \[D]Belfast city +\[G]She is a courtin' \[C]one, two, three, +\[G]Please won't you \[D]tell me \[G]who is she. +\endchorus + +\beginverse +Albert Mooney says he loves her, +All the boys are fightin' for her +Knock at the door and ring at the bell, +Saying oh my true love, are you well +\endverse + +\beginverse +Out she comes as white as snow, +Rrings on her fingers, bells on her toes +Ould Johnny Morrissey says she'll die +If she doesn't get the fella with the roving eye +\endverse + +\beginverse +Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high +And the snow come travellin' through the sky +She's as sweet as apple pie, +She'll get her own lad by and by +\endverse + +\beginverse +When she gets a lad of her own +She won't tell her ma when she gets home +Let them all come as they will +For it's Albert Mooney she loves still +\endverse + +\endsong diff --git a/songs/Traditional/Johnny_Jump_Up.sg b/songs/Traditional/Johnny_Jump_Up.sg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7be6d2f --- /dev/null +++ b/songs/Traditional/Johnny_Jump_Up.sg @@ -0,0 +1,117 @@ +\selectlanguage{english} +\songcolumns{2} +\beginsong{Johnny Jump Up}[by=Eric Bogle] + +\beginverse +I'll \[Dm]tell you a story that happened to me +One \[C]day as I went down to Cork by the sea +The \[Dm]sun it was hot and the \[F]day it was \[C]warm, +Says \[Dm]I a quiet \[C]pint wouldn't \[Dm]do me \[C]no \[Dm]harm +\endverse + +\beginverse +I went in and I called for a bottle of stout +Says the barman, I'm sorry, all the beer is sold out +Try whiskey or paddy, ten years in the wood +Says I, I'll try cider, I've heard it was good. +\endverse + +\beginchorus +Oh \[Dm]never, Oh never, Oh never again +If I \[C]live to be a hundred or a hundred and ten +I \[Dm]fell to the ground and I \[F]couldn't get \[C]up +After \[Dm]drinking a \[C]quart of the \[Dm]Johnny \[C]Jump \[Dm]Up +\endchorus + +\beginverse +After downing the third I went out to the yard +Where I bumped into Brody, the big civic guard +Come here to me boy, don't you know I'm the law? +Well, I up with me fist and I shattered his jaw +\endverse + +\beginverse +He fell to the ground with his knees doubled up +But it wasn't I hit him, 'twas Johnny Jump Up +The next thing I remember down in Cork by the sea +Was a cripple on crutches and says he to me +\endverse + +\beginverse +I'm afraid of me life I'll be hit by a car +Won't you help me across to the Celtic Knot Bar? +After downing a quart of that cider so sweet +He threw down his crutches and danced on his feet +\endverse + +\beginchorus +Oh \[Dm]never, Oh never, Oh never again +If I \[C]live to be a hundred or a hundred and ten +I \[Dm]fell to the ground and I \[F]couldn't get \[C]up +After \[Dm]drinking a \[C]quart of the \[Dm]Johnny \[C]Jump \[Dm]Up +\endchorus + +\beginverse +I went up the lee road, a friend for to see +They call it the madhouse in Cork by the Sea +Butl when I got there, sure the truth I will tell, +They had this poor bugger locked up in a cell +\endverse + +\beginverse +Said the guard, testing him, say these words if you can, +"Around the rugged rock the ragged rascal ran" +Tell him I'm not crazy, tell him I'm not mad +It was only a sip of the bottle I had +\endverse + +\beginchorus +Oh \[Dm]never, Oh never, Oh never again +If I \[C]live to be a hundred or a hundred and ten +I \[Dm]fell to the ground and I \[F]couldn't get \[C]up +After \[Dm]drinking a \[C]quart of the \[Dm]Johnny \[C]Jump \[Dm]Up +\endchorus + +\beginverse +Well, a man died in the mines by the name of McNabb +They washed him and laid him outside on the slab +And after the parlors measurements did take +His wife brought him home to a bloody fine wake +\endverse + +\beginverse +Twas about 12 o'clock and the beer was high +The corpse sits up and says with a sigh +I can't get to heaven, they won't let me up +Til I bring them a quart of the Johnny Jump Up +\endverse + +\beginchorus +Oh \[Dm]never, Oh never, Oh never again +If I \[C]live to be a hundred or a hundred and ten +I \[Dm]fell to the ground and I \[F]couldn't get \[C]up +After \[Dm]drinking a \[C]quart of the \[Dm]Johnny \[C]Jump \[Dm]Up +\endchorus + +\beginverse +So if ever you go down to Cork by the sea +Stay out of the ale house and take it from me +If you want to stay sane don't you dare take a sup +Of that devil drink cider called Johnny Jump Up +\endverse + +\beginchorus +Oh \[Dm]never, Oh never, Oh never again +If I \[C]live to be a hundred or a hundred and ten +I \[Dm]fell to the ground and I \[F]couldn't get \[C]up +After \[Dm]drinking a \[C]quart of the \[Dm]Johnny \[C]Jump \[Dm]Up +\endchorus + +\beginchorus +Oh \[Dm]never, Oh never, Oh never again +If I \[C]live to be a hundred or a hundred and ten +I \[Dm]fell to the ground and I \[F]couldn't get \[C]up +After \[Dm]drinking a \[C]quart of the \[Dm]Johnny \[C]Jump \[Dm]Up +\endchorus + +\endsong diff --git a/songs/Traditional/Lanigans_Ball.sg b/songs/Traditional/Lanigans_Ball.sg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e89c530 --- /dev/null +++ b/songs/Traditional/Lanigans_Ball.sg @@ -0,0 +1,95 @@ +\selectlanguage{english} +\songcolumns{2} +\beginsong{Lanigan's Ball}[by=Traditional] + +\lilypond{lanigans_ball} + +\beginverse +In the town of Athy one Jeremy Lanigan +Battered away 'til he hadn't a pound. +His father died and made him a man again +Left him a farm and ten acres of ground. +He gave a grand party for friends and relations +Who didn't forget him when come to the wall, +And if you'll but listen I'll make your eyes glisten +Of the rows and the ructions of Lanigan's Ball. +\endverse + +\beginverse +Myself to be sure got free invitation, +For all the nice girls and boys I might ask, +And just in a minute both friends and relations +Were dancing 'round merry as bees 'round a cask. +Judy O'Daly, that nice little milliner, +She tipped me a wink for to give her a call, +And I soon arrived with Peggy McGilligan +Just in time for Lanigan's Ball. +\endverse + +\beginverse +There were lashings of punch and wine for the ladies, +Potatoes and cakes; there was bacon and tea, +There were the Nolans, Dolans, O'Gradys +Courting the girls and dancing away. +Songs they went 'round as plenty as water, +The harp that once sounded in Tara's old hall, +Sweet Nelly Gray and The Rat Catcher's Daughter, +All singing together at Lanigan's Ball. +\endverse + +\beginverse +They were doing all kinds of nonsensical polkas +All 'round the room in a whirligig. +Julia and I, we banished their nonsense +And tipped them the twist of a reel and a jig. +'Och mavrone, how the girls got all mad at me +Danced 'til you'd think the ceiling would fall. +For I spent three weeks at Brooks' Academy +Learning new steps for Lanigan's Ball. +\endverse + +\beginchorus +Three long weeks I spent up in Dublin, +Three long weeks to learn nothing at all, +Three long weeks I spent up in Dublin, +Learning new steps for Lanigan's Ball. +She stepped out and I stepped in again, +I stepped out and she stepped in again, +She stepped out and I stepped in again, +Learning new steps for Lanigan's Ball. +\endchorus + +\beginverse +Boys were all merry and the girls they were hearty +And danced all around in couples and groups, +'Til an accident happened, young Terrance McCarthy +Put his right leg through miss Finnerty's hoops. +Poor creature fainted and cried: Meelia murther, +Called for her brothers and gathered them all. +Carmody swore that he'd go no further +'Til he had satisfaction at Lanigan's Ball. +\endverse + +\beginverse +In the midst of the row miss Kerrigan fainted, +Her cheeks at the same time as red as a rose. +Some of the lads declared she was painted, +She took a small drop too much, I suppose. +Her sweetheart, Ned Morgan, so powerful and able, +When he saw his fair colleen stretched out by the wall, +Tore the left leg from under the table +And smashed all the Chaneys at Lanigan's Ball. +\endverse + +\beginverse +Boys, oh boys, 'twas then there were runctions. +Myself got a lick from big Phelim McHugh. +I soon replied to his introduction +And kicked up a terrible hullabaloo. +Old Casey, the piper, was near being strangled. +They squeezed up his pipes, bellows, chanters and all. +The girls, in their ribbons, they got all entangled +And that put an end to Lanigan's Ball. +\endverse + +\endsong diff --git a/songs/Traditional/Mairis_Wedding.sg b/songs/Traditional/Mairis_Wedding.sg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bdc03bc --- /dev/null +++ b/songs/Traditional/Mairis_Wedding.sg @@ -0,0 +1,40 @@ +\selectlanguage{english} +\songcolumns{2} +\beginsong{Mairi's Wedding}[by=Traditional] + +\beginchorus + \[D]Step we gaily on we go + \[G]Heel for heel and \[A]toe for toe + Arm in arm and row and row + All for Mairi' s wedding +\endchorus + +\beginverse + Over hill-way up and down + Myrtle green and bracken brown + Past the shieling through the town + All for Mairi's wedding +\endverse + +\beginverse + Plenty herring plenty meal + Plenty peat tae fill her creel + Plenty bonny bairns as weel + That's the toast for Mairi +\endverse + +\beginverse + Cheeks as bright as rowans are + Brighter far than any star + Fairest of them all by far + Is my darling Mairi +\endverse + +\beginverse + Over hill-ways up and down + Myrtle green and bracken brown + Past the sheiling through the town + All for sake of Mairi +\endverse + +\endsong diff --git a/songs/Traditional/Mary_Mac.sg b/songs/Traditional/Mary_Mac.sg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d8bf3cf --- /dev/null +++ b/songs/Traditional/Mary_Mac.sg @@ -0,0 +1,61 @@ +\selectlanguage{english} +\songcolumns{2} +\beginsong{Mary Mac}[by=Traditional] + +\beginverse +There's a wee little lass and her name is Mary Mac +Make no mistake, she's the girl I'm gonna track. +Lots of other fellas wanna' get up on her back, +But I think they're gonna' have to get up early. +\endverse + +\beginchorus +Mary Mac's mother's makin' Mary Mac marry me! +My mother's makin' me marry Mary mac! +Well I'm gonna marry Mary for when Mary's takin' care o' me +We'll all be feelin' merry when I marry Mary Mac! +\endchorus + +\beginverse +Now this wee lass, she has a lot of class. +She has a lot of brass and her mother thinks I'm a gas. +So I'd be a silly ass if I let the matter pass, +For my mother thinks she suits me rather fairly. +\endverse + +\beginverse +Now Mary and her mother gang an awful lot together. +In fact you hardly see the one or the one without the other. +And the lads often wonder if it's Mary or her mother +Or the both of them together that I'm courtin'. +\endverse + +\beginverse +I said, well bonnie lass, where you gonna spend the day? +She said, among the heather and the hills of Banoffee, +Where all the boys and girls are makin' it for free, +Up among the heather and the hills of Banoffee. +\endverse + +\beginverse +The wedding's on Wednesday. Everything's arranged. +Soon her name will change to mine unless her mind be changed. +We're makin' the arrangements and I'm just a bit deranged. +For marriage is an awful undertakin'. +\endverse + +\beginverse +It's sure to be a grand affair and grander than a fair. +There's gonna be a coach and pair for every couple there. +We'll dine upon the finest fare. I'm sure to get my share. +If I don't we'll all be very much mistaken. +\endverse + +\beginverse +There's a wee little lass and her name is Mary Mac +Make no mistake, she's the girl I'm gonna track. +Lots of other fellas tryin' to get up on her back, +But I think they're gonna have to get up early. +\endverse + +\endsong diff --git a/songs/Traditional/Molly_Mallone.sg b/songs/Traditional/Molly_Mallone.sg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1d009ca --- /dev/null +++ b/songs/Traditional/Molly_Mallone.sg @@ -0,0 +1,40 @@ +\selectlanguage{english} +\songcolumns{2} +\beginsong{Molly Mallone / In Dublin's Fair City}[by=Traditional] + +\lilypond{in_dublins_fair_city} + +\beginverse + In Dublin's fair city, + Where the girls are so pretty, + I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone, + As she wheeled her wheel-barrow, + Through streets broad and narrow, + Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!" +\endverse + +\beginchorus + "Alive, alive, oh, + Alive, alive, oh", + Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh". +\endchorus + +\beginverse + She was a fishmonger, + But sure 'twas no wonder, + For so were her father and mother before, + And they each wheeled their barrow, + Through streets broad and narrow, + Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!" +\endverse + +\beginverse + She died of a fever, + And no one could save her, + And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone. + Now her ghost wheels her barrow, + Through streets broad and narrow, + Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!" +\endverse + +\endsong diff --git a/songs/Traditional/Red_is_the_Rose.sg b/songs/Traditional/Red_is_the_Rose.sg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..57394c2 --- /dev/null +++ b/songs/Traditional/Red_is_the_Rose.sg @@ -0,0 +1,35 @@ +\selectlanguage{english} +\songcolumns{2} +\beginsong{Red is the Rose}[by=Traditional] + +\lilypond{red_is_the_rose} + +\beginverse +Come \[D]over the hills, my \[A]bonnie Irish \[G]lass +Come \[D]over the hills to your \[G]dar\[A]ling +\[G]You choose the \[D]rose love, and \[G]I'll make the \[A]vow +And \[D]I'll be your \[G]true \[D]love for \[A]ev\[D]er +\endverse + +\beginverse +Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows +Fair is the lily of the valley +Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne +But my love is fairer than any +\endverse + +\beginverse +'Twas down by Killarney's green woods we strayed +The moon and the stars they were shining +The moon shone its rays on her locks of golden hair +She swore she'd be my love forever +\endverse + +\beginverse +It's not for the parting that my sister pains +It's not for the grief of my mother +'Tis all for the loss of my bonnie Irish lass +That my heart is breaking forever +\endverse + +\endsong diff --git a/songs/Traditional/Sally_Gardens.sg b/songs/Traditional/Sally_Gardens.sg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6110c57 --- /dev/null +++ b/songs/Traditional/Sally_Gardens.sg @@ -0,0 +1,29 @@ +\selectlanguage{english} +\songcolumns{2} +\beginsong{Down by the Sally Gardens}[by=Traditional] + +\lilypond{sally_gardens} + +\beginchorus +It was \[D]down by the \[A]Sally \[G]Gar\[D]dens, +My \[G]love and \[A]I did \[G]meet. +She \[D]passed the \[A]Sally \[G]Gar\[D]dens +with \[G]little \[A]snow-white \[D]feet. +She \[D]bid me \[G]take love \[A]easy, +As the \[Bm]leaves grow \[G]on the \[D]tree. +But I was \[A]young and \[Bm]foo\[A]lish, +and \[G]with her did \[A]not ag\[D]ree. +\endchorus + +\beginverse +In a field down by the river, +my love and I did stand. +And on my leaning shoulder, +she laid her snow-white hand. +She bid me take life easy, +as the grass grows on the weirs, +But I was young and foolish, +and now am full of tears. +\endverse + +\endsong diff --git a/songs/Traditional/Seven_Drunken_Nights.sg b/songs/Traditional/Seven_Drunken_Nights.sg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d5f220f --- /dev/null +++ b/songs/Traditional/Seven_Drunken_Nights.sg @@ -0,0 +1,152 @@ +\selectlanguage{english} +\songcolumns{2} +\beginsong{Seven Drunken Nights}[by=Traditional] + +\beginverse +As I went home on Monday night + as drunk as drunk could be +I saw a horse outside the door + where my old horse should be +Well, I called me wife and I said to her: + Will you kindly tell to me +Who owns that horse outside the door + where my old horse should be? + +Ah, you're drunk, +you're drunk you silly old fool, +still you can not see +That's a lovely sow +that me mother sent to me +Well, it's many a day I've travelled +a hundred miles or more +But a saddle on a sow +sure I never saw before +\endverse + +\beginverse +And as I went home on Tuesday night + as drunk as drunk could be +I saw a coat behind the door + where my old coat should be +Well, I called me wife and I said to her: + Will you kindly tell to me +Who owns that coat behind the door + where my old coat should be + +Ah, you're drunk, +you're drunk you silly old fool, +still you can not see +That's a woollen blanket +that me mother sent to me +Well, it's many a day I've travelled +a hundred miles or more +But buttons in a blanket +sure I never saw before +\endverse + +\beginverse +And as I went home on Wednesday night + as drunk as drunk could be +I saw a pipe up on the chair + where my old pipe should be +Well, I called me wife and I said to her: + Will you kindly tell to me +Who owns that pipe up on the chair + where my old pipe should be + +Ah, you're drunk, +you're drunk you silly old fool, +still you can not see +That's a lovely tin whistle +that me mother sent to me +Well, it's many a day I've travelled +a hundred miles or more +But tobacco in a tin whistle +sure I never saw before +\endverse + +\beginverse +And as I went home on Thursday night + as drunk as drunk could be +I saw two boots beneath the bed + where my old boots should be +Well, I called me wife and I said to her: + Will you kindly tell to me +Who owns them boots beneath the bed + where my old boots should be + +Ah, you're drunk, +you're drunk you silly old fool, +still you can not see +They're two lovely Geranium pots +me mother sent to me +Well, it's many a day I've travelled +a hundred miles or more +But laces in Geranium pots +I never saw before +\endverse + +\beginverse +And as I went home on Friday night + as drunk as drunk could be +I saw a head upon the bed + where my old head should be +Well, I called me wife and I said to her: + Will you kindly tell to me +Who owns that head upon the bed + where my old head should be + +Ah, you're drunk, +you're drunk you silly old fool, +still you can not see +That's a baby boy +that me mother sent to me +Well, it's many a day I've travelled +a hundred miles or more +But a baby boy with his whiskers on +sure I never saw before +\endverse + +\beginverse +And as I went home on Saturday night + as drunk as drunk could be +I saw two hands upon her breasts + where my old hands should be +Well, I called me wife and I said to her: + Will you kindly tell to me +Who owns them hands upon your breasts + where my old hands should be + +Ah, you're drunk, +you're drunk you silly old fool, +still you can not see +That's a lovely night gown +that me mother sent to me +Well, it's many a day I've travelled +a hundred miles or more +But fingers in a night gown +sure I never saw before +\endverse + +\beginverse +As I went home on Sunday night + as drunk as drunk could be +I saw a thing in her thing + where my old thing should be +Well, I called me wife and I said to her: + Will you kindly tell to me +Who owns that thing in your thing + where my old thing should be + +Ah, you're drunk, +you're drunk you silly old fool, +still you can not see +That's a lovely tin whistle +that me mother sent to me +Well, it's many a day I've travelled +a hundred miles or more +But hair on a tin whistle +sure I never saw before +\endverse + +\endsong diff --git a/songs/Traditional/Spancil_Hill.sg b/songs/Traditional/Spancil_Hill.sg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..97eb16c --- /dev/null +++ b/songs/Traditional/Spancil_Hill.sg @@ -0,0 +1,56 @@ +\selectlanguage{english} +\songcolumns{2} +\beginsong{Spancil Hill}[by=Traditional] + +\lilypond{spancil_hill} + +\beginverse +Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by +My mind been bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly. +I stepped upon a vision and I followed with the wind, +When next I came to anchor at the cross of Spancil Hill. +\endverse + +\beginverse +Been on the twenty-third of June the day before the fair +When Ireland's sons and daughters and friends assembled there +The young, the old, the brave and the bold came their duty to fulfill +At the parish church in Clooney, a mile from Spancil Hill. +\endverse + +\beginverse +Delighted by the novelty, enchanted by the scene. +Where in me early boyhood where often I had been. +I thought I heard a murmur. I think I hear it still. +It's the little stream of water that flows down Spancil Hill. +\endverse + +\beginverse +To amuse a passing fancy, I laid down on the ground. +And all my school companions, they shortly gathered round. +When we were home returning, we danced with bright good will +To Martin Monahan's music, at the cross at Spancil Hill. +\endverse + +\beginverse +I went to see me neighbours to hear what they would say +The old ones were all dead and gone, the young ones turning grey +But I met the tailor Quigley, he's as bold as ever still +Sure he used to make my britches when I lived in Spancil Hill. +\endverse + +\beginverse +I paid a flying visit to my first and only love +She's as white as any lily, gentle as a dove +And she threw her arms around me, saying Johnny I love you still +Ah, she's now a farmer's daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill +\endverse + +\beginverse +I dreamt I knelt and kissed her as in the days of yore +Ah, Johnny you're only joking as many the time before +Then the cock he crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill +I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill +\endverse + +\endsong diff --git a/songs/Traditional/Spanish_Lady.sg b/songs/Traditional/Spanish_Lady.sg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b6a6c21 --- /dev/null +++ b/songs/Traditional/Spanish_Lady.sg @@ -0,0 +1,58 @@ +\selectlanguage{english} +\songcolumns{2} +\beginsong{Spanish Lady}[by=Traditional] + +\lilypond{spanish_lady} + +\beginverse +As I came down through Dublin City +At the hour of twelve at night, +Who should I see but a Spanish lady +Washing her feet by candle light. +First she washed them, then she dried them +O’er a fire of amber coal, +In all my life I ne’er did see +A maid so sweet about the sole. +\endverse + +\beginchorus +Chorus: Whack for the toora loora laddy, +Whack for the toora loora lay. +Whack for the toora loora laddy, +Whack for the toora loora lay. +\endchorus + +\beginverse +As I came back through Dublin city +At the hour of half past eight, +Who should I spy but the Spanish lady +Brushing her hair in broad daylight. +First she tossed it, then she brushed it, +On her lap was a silver comb, +In all my life I ne’er did see +A maid so fair since I did roam. +\endverse + +\beginverse +As I went back through Dublin city +As the sun began to set, +Who should I spy but the Spanish lady +Catching a moth in a golden net. +When she saw me then she fled me, +Lifting her petticoat o’er her knee, +In all my life I ne’er did see +A maid so shy as the Spanish lady. +\endverse + +\beginverse +I’ve wandered north and I’ve wandered south, +Through Stonybatter and Patrick’s Close, +Up and around the Glouster diamond +And back by Napper Tandy’s house. +Old age has her hand laid on me, +Cold as a fire of ashy coals, +But in all my life I ne’er did see, +A maid so sweet as the Spanish lady. +\endverse + +\endsong diff --git a/songs/Traditional/Step_it_out_Mary.sg b/songs/Traditional/Step_it_out_Mary.sg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1fb5535 --- /dev/null +++ b/songs/Traditional/Step_it_out_Mary.sg @@ -0,0 +1,40 @@ +\selectlanguage{english} +\songcolumns{2} +\beginsong{Step it out Mary}[by=Traditional] + +\beginverse +In the \[Am]village of \[Em]Kildoran lived a \[Am]maiden young and \[Em]fair. +Her \[Am]eyes, they shone like \[Em]diamonds, she had \[C]long and \[Em]golden \[Am]hair, +The \[Am]countryman came \[Em]riding up \[Am]to her daddy's \[Em]gate, +Mounted \[Am]on a milk-white \[Em]stallion he came \[C]at the \[G]stroke of \[Am]eight. +\endverse + +\beginchorus +Step it out \[Am]Mary, my fine \[Em]daughter, +Step it out \[Am]Mary if you \[Em]can. +Step it out \[Am]Mary, my fine \[Em]daughter, +Show your \[C]legs to the \[G]country\[Am]man. +\endchorus + +\beginverse +I have come to court your daughter, Mary of the golden hair, +I have gold and I have silver, I have land beyond compare. +I will buy her silks and satins and a gold ring for her hand. +I will build for her a mansion, she'll have servants to command. +\endverse + +\beginverse +"Oh, kind Sir I have a soldier and I've pledged to him my hand. +I don't want your house nor silver, I don't want your gold nor land." +Mary's father spoke up sharply, "you will do as you are told +You will marry him on Sunday and you will wear the ring of gold." +\endverse + +\beginverse +In the village of Kildoran there's a deep stream running by. +They found Mary there on Sunday, drowned with the soldier boy. +In the cottage there is music, you can hear her daddy say, +"Step it out Mary my fine daughter, Sunday is your wedding day." +\endverse + +\endsong diff --git a/songs/Traditional/The_Bold_Fenian_Men.sg b/songs/Traditional/The_Bold_Fenian_Men.sg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a75a3d8 --- /dev/null +++ b/songs/Traditional/The_Bold_Fenian_Men.sg @@ -0,0 +1,35 @@ +\selectlanguage{english} +\songcolumns{2} +\beginsong{Bold Fenian Men}[by=Traditional] + +\lilypond{the_bold_fenian_men} + +\beginverse +'Twas down by the glenside, I met an old woman +She was picking young nettles and she scarce saw me coming +I listened awhile to the song she was humming +Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men +\endverse + +\beginverse +'Tis fifty long years since I saw the moon beaming +On strong manly forms and their eyes with hope gleaming +I see them again, sure, in all my daydreaming +Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men +\endverse + +\beginverse +Some died on the glenside, some died near a stranger +And wise men have told us that their cause was a failure +They fought for old Ireland and they never feared danger +Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men +\endverse + +\beginverse +I passed on my way, God be praised that I met her +Be life long or short, sure I'll never forget her +We may have brave men, but we'll never have better +Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men +\endverse + +\endsong diff --git a/songs/Traditional/The_Jolly_Beggar.sg b/songs/Traditional/The_Jolly_Beggar.sg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d1b0438 --- /dev/null +++ b/songs/Traditional/The_Jolly_Beggar.sg @@ -0,0 +1,46 @@ +\selectlanguage{english} +\songcolumns{2} +\beginsong{Jolly Beggar}[by=Traditional] + +\lilypond{the_jolly_beggar} + +\beginverse +It's of a jolly beggarman came tripping o'er the plain +He came unto a farmer's door a lodging for to gain +The farmer's daughter she came down and viewed him cheek and chin +She says: "He is a handsome man, I pray you take him in" +\endverse + +\beginchorus +We'll go no more aroving, aroving in the night +We'll go no more aroving, let the moon shine so bright +We'll go no more aroving +\endchorus + +\beginverse +He would not lie within the barn nor yet within the byre +But he would in the corner lie down by the kitchen fire +Oh then the beggar's bed was made of good clean sheets and hay +And down beside the kitchen fire the jolly beggar lay +\endverse + +\beginverse +The farmer's daughter she got up to bolt the kitchen door +And there she saw the beggar standing naked on the floor +He took the daughter in his arms and to the bed he ran +"Kind sir" she says "Be easy now, you'll waken our good man" +\endverse + +\beginverse +"Now you are no beggar, you are some gentleman, +For you have stolen my maidenhead and I am quite undone" +"I am no lord, I am no squire, of beggars I be one, +And beggars they be robbers all, so you are quite undone" +\endverse + +\beginverse +She took her bed in both her hands and threw it at the wall +Says "Go ye with the beggarman, my maidenhead and all!" +\endverse + +\endsong diff --git a/songs/Traditional/The_Parting_Glass.sg b/songs/Traditional/The_Parting_Glass.sg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6e298b7 --- /dev/null +++ b/songs/Traditional/The_Parting_Glass.sg @@ -0,0 +1,28 @@ +\selectlanguage{english} +\songcolumns{2} +\beginsong{Parting Glass}[by=Traditional] + +\lilypond{the_parting_glass} + +\beginverse +Of all the money that ere I had, I spent it in good company. +And of all the harm that ere I've done, alas was done to none but me. +And all I've done for want of wit, to memory now I cannot recall. +So fill me to the parting glass. Goodnight and joy be with you all. +\endverse + +\beginverse +Of all the comrades that ere I had, they're sorry for my going away, +And of all the sweethearts that ere I had , they wish me one more day to stay, +But since it falls unto my lot that I should rise while you should not, +I will gently rise and I'll softly call, "Goodnight and joy be with you all!" +\endverse + +\beginverse +Oh, if I had money enough to spend and leisure time to sit awhile +There is a fair maid in this town that sorely has my heart beguiled +Her rosey cheeks and ruby lips, she alone has my heart in thrall. +So fill me to the parting glass. Goodnight and joy be with you all. +\endverse + +\endsong diff --git a/songs/Traditional/The_Raggle_Taggle_Gypsy.sg b/songs/Traditional/The_Raggle_Taggle_Gypsy.sg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ad340c9 --- /dev/null +++ b/songs/Traditional/The_Raggle_Taggle_Gypsy.sg @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +\selectlanguage{english} +\songcolumns{2} +\beginsong{Raggle Taggle Gipsie}[by=Traditional] + +\lilypond{the_raggle_taggle_gypsy} + +\beginverse +There were three gypsies a come to my door +And downstairs ran this lady, O! +One sang high and another sang low +And the other sang bonny, bonny, Biscay, O! +\endverse + +\beginverse +Then she pulled off her silk finished gown +And put on hose of leather, O! +The ragged, ragged, rags about our door +She's gone with the raggle taggle gypsies, O! +\endverse + +\beginverse +It was late last night, when my lord came home +Enquiring for his a-lady, O! +The servants said, on every hand +She's gone with the raggle taggle gypsies, O! +\endverse + +\beginverse +O saddle to me my milk-white steed +Go and fetch me my pony, O! +That I may ride and seek my bride +Who is gone with the raggle taggle gypsies, O! +\endverse + +\beginverse +O he rode high and he rode low +He rode through woods and copses too +Until he came to an open field +And there he espied his a-lady, O! +\endverse + +\beginverse +What makes you leave your house and land? +What makes you leave your money, O? +What makes you leave your new wedded lord? +To go with the raggle taggle gypsies, O! +\endverse + +\beginverse +What care I for my house and my land? +What care I for my money, O? +What care I for my new wedded lord? +I'm off with the raggle taggle gypsies, O! +\endverse + +\beginverse +Last night you slept on a goose-feather bed +With the sheet turned down so bravely, O! +And to-night you'll sleep in a cold open field +Along with the raggle taggle gypsies, O! +\endverse + +\beginverse +What care I for a goose-feather bed? +With the sheet turned down so bravely, O! +For to-night I shall sleep in a cold open field +Along with the raggle taggle gypsies, O! +\endverse + +\endsong diff --git a/songs/Traditional/The_Rare_Old_Mountain_Dew.sg b/songs/Traditional/The_Rare_Old_Mountain_Dew.sg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e1015a1 --- /dev/null +++ b/songs/Traditional/The_Rare_Old_Mountain_Dew.sg @@ -0,0 +1,47 @@ +\selectlanguage{english} +\songcolumns{2} +\beginsong{Rare Old Mountain Dew}[by=Traditional] + +\lilypond{the_rare_old_mountain_dew} + +\beginverse +Let the grasses grow, and the waters flow, +in a free and easy way, +But give me enough of the rare old stuff +That's made near Galway Bay. +Oh peelers all, from Donegal, +Galway and Etrim too +We'll give them a slip and we'll take a sip +Of the rare old Mountain Dew +\endverse + +\beginchorus +thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum +thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey +thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum +thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey +\endchorus + +\beginverse +There's a neat little still at the foot of the hill, +Where the smoke curls up to the sky. +By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell, +That there's whiskey brewing nearby. +For it fills the air with odor rare, +And betwixt both me and you, +When home we roll, we can drink a bowl, +Or a bucketful of Mountain Dew. +\endverse + +\beginverse +Now learned men as use the pen +Who've wrote your praises high, +This sweet 'pocheen' (potion) from Ireland's green +Distilled from wheat and rye. +Throw away your pills - it'll cure all ills +Of Pagan or Christian or Jew. +Take off your coat and free your throat +With the rare old Mountain Dew. +\endverse + +\endsong diff --git a/songs/Traditional/The_Rattling_Bog.sg b/songs/Traditional/The_Rattling_Bog.sg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..dc9c5f2 --- /dev/null +++ b/songs/Traditional/The_Rattling_Bog.sg @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +\selectlanguage{english} +\songcolumns{2} +\beginsong{Rattling Bog}[by=Traditional] + +\lilypond{the_rattling_bog} + +\beginchorus +\[G]Hey ho, the \[C]rattlin' bog, +The \[G]bog down in the \[D]valley-oh, +\[G]Hey ho, the \[C]rattlin' bog, +The \[G]bog down \[D]in the \[G]valley-oh. +\endchorus + +\beginverse +Now \[G]in the bog there was a tree, +A rare tree, a \[D]rattlin' tree; +The \[G]tree in the bog, +And the \[G]bog down \[D]in the \[G]valley-oh. +\endverse + +\beginverse +Now on that tree there was a branch... +A rare branch, a rattlin' branch; +The branch on the tree, +And the tree in the bog, +And the bog down in the valley-oh. +\endverse + +\beginverse +... branch... +\endverse +\beginverse +...twig... +\endverse +\beginverse +...leaf... +\endverse +\beginverse +...nest... +\endverse +\beginverse +...egg... +\endverse +\beginverse +...bird... +\endverse +\beginverse +...wing... +\endverse +\beginverse +...feather... +\endverse +\beginverse +...flea... +\endverse +\beginverse +...rash... +\endverse + +\endsong diff --git a/songs/Traditional/The_Rising_of_the_Moon.sg b/songs/Traditional/The_Rising_of_the_Moon.sg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..796fbde --- /dev/null +++ b/songs/Traditional/The_Rising_of_the_Moon.sg @@ -0,0 +1,71 @@ +\selectlanguage{english} +\songcolumns{2} +\beginsong{Rising of the Moon}[by=John Keegan Casey] + +\lilypond{the_rising_of_the_moon} + +\beginverse +Oh, then tell me Sean O'Farrell, +tell me why you hurry so? +Husha buachill hush and listen +and his cheeks were all aglow, +I bare orders from the captain, +get you ready quick and soon, +For the pikes must be together +by The Rising Of The Moon. + + By the Rising Of The Moon, + By the Rising Of The Moon, + For the pikes must be together + By the Rising Of The Moon. +\endverse + +\beginverse +And come tell me Sean O'Farrell, +where the gathering is to be? +At the old spot by the river, +quite well known to you and me. +One more word for signal token +whistle out the marchin' tune. +With your pike upon your shoulder +by The Rising Of The Moon. + + By the Rising Of The Moon, + By the Rising Of The Moon, + With your pike upon your shoulder + By the Rising Of The Moon. +\endverse + +\beginverse +Out of many a mud wall cabin +eyes were watching through the night +Many a manly heart was beating +for the blessed warning light +Murmurs rang along the valleys, +to the banshees lonely croon, +And a thousand pikes were flashing +by The Rising Of The Moon. + + By the Rising Of The Moon, + By the Rising Of The Moon, + And a thousand pikes were flashing + By the Rising Of The Moon. +\endverse + +\beginverse +All along that singing river +that dark mass of men was seen. +High above their shining weapons +hung their own beloved green. +Death to every foe and traitor! +Whistle out the marching tune. +And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, +'Tis The Rising Of The Moon. + + 'Tis the Rising Of The Moon, + 'tis the Rising Of The Moon, + And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, + Tis the Rising Of The Moon. +\endverse + +\endsong diff --git a/songs/Traditional/Ye_Jacobites.sg b/songs/Traditional/Ye_Jacobites.sg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c90a19e --- /dev/null +++ b/songs/Traditional/Ye_Jacobites.sg @@ -0,0 +1,40 @@ +\selectlanguage{english} +\songcolumns{2} +\beginsong{Ye Jacobites}[by=Traditional] + +\beginchorus + Ye \[Em]Jacobites by name lend an \[G]ear, lend an \[D]ear + Ye \[Em]Jacobites by name \[D]lend an \[Em]ear + Ye Jacobites by name your \[D]faults I will proclaim + Your \[Em]doctrines I must blame, you shall \[G]hear, you shall \[D]hear. + Your \[Em]doctrines I must blame, \[D]you shall \[Em]hear. +\endchorus + +\beginverse +What is right and what is wrong by the law, by the law +What is right and what is wrong by the law +What is right and what is wrong, a short sword and a long +A weak arm and a strong for to draw. +\endverse + +\beginverse +What makes heroic strife famed afar, famed afar? +What makes heroic strife famed afar? +What makes heroic strife, to whet the assassin's knife +Or hunt a parent's life with bloody war. +\endverse + +\beginverse +Then leave your schemes alone in the state, in the state +Then leave your schemes alone in the state +Then leave your schemes alone, adore the rising sun +And leave a man alone to his fate. +\endverse + +\beginverse +Then leave your schemes alone, adore the rising sun +And leave a man alone to his fate... +And leave a man alone to his fate. +\endverse + +\endsong diff --git a/songs/Unknown/Lord_of_the_Dance.sg b/songs/Unknown/Lord_of_the_Dance.sg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..56ce33b --- /dev/null +++ b/songs/Unknown/Lord_of_the_Dance.sg @@ -0,0 +1,49 @@ +\selectlanguage{english} +\songcolumns{2} +\beginsong{Lord of the Dance}[by=Sydney Carter] + +\lilypond{lord_of_the_dance} + +\beginverse +I danced in the morning when the world was young, +I danced in the moon and the stars and the sun, +I came down from heaven and I danced on the earth +At Bethlehem I had my birth. +\endverse + +\beginchorus +Dance, dance, wherever you may be, +I am the Lord of the Dance, said he. +I'll lead you all, wherever you may be +And I'll lead you all in the dance, said he. +\endchorus + +\beginverse +I danced for the scribes and the pharisees, +They wouldn't dance and they wouldn't follow me. +I danced for the fishermen James and John. +They followed me and the dance went on. +\endverse + +\beginverse +I danced on the Sabbath and I cured the lame, +The Holy People said it was a shame. +They whipped me, stripped me, and hung me high +And left me there on the cross to die. +\endverse + +\beginverse +I danced on a Friday when the world turned black +It's hard to dance with the devil on your back +They buried my body, they thought I was gone +But I am the dance, and the dance goes on +\endverse + +\beginverse +They cut me down and I leapt up high +I am the life that will never, never die +I'll live in you if you'll live in me +I am the Lord of the dance, said he +\endverse + +\endsong diff --git a/songs/Unknown/The_Blacksmith.sg b/songs/Unknown/The_Blacksmith.sg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9759688 --- /dev/null +++ b/songs/Unknown/The_Blacksmith.sg @@ -0,0 +1,42 @@ +\selectlanguage{english} +\songcolumns{2} +\beginsong{Blacksmith}[by=Unknown] + +\lilypond{the_blacksmith} + +\beginverse +A blacksmith courted me, nine months or better +He fairly won my heart, wrote me a letter +With his hammer in his hand, he looked so clever +And if I were with my love, I would live forever +\endverse + +\beginverse +Oh, where has my love gone with his cheeks like roses +He's gone across the sea gathering primroses +Will burn and scorch I fear the shining sun his beauty +And if I were with my love, I would do my duty +\endverse + +\beginverse +Strange news is come to town, strange news is carried +Sad news cried up and down, that my love is married +I wish them both much joy, though they can't hear me +And if I were with my love, I'd do my duty +\endverse + +\beginverse +What did you promise me when you lay beside me +You said you'd marry me and not deny me +If I said I'd marry you, 'twas only to try you +So bring your witness, love, and I'll not deny you +\endverse + +\beginverse +Oh, witness I have none, save God Almighty +And may he reward you well for the slighting of me +Her lips grew pale and wan; her heart did tremble +For to think she'd had one love, and he proved deceitful +\endverse + +\endsong diff --git a/songs/Unknown/The_Scotsman.sg b/songs/Unknown/The_Scotsman.sg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7adf053 --- /dev/null +++ b/songs/Unknown/The_Scotsman.sg @@ -0,0 +1,56 @@ +\selectlanguage{english} +\songcolumns{2} +\beginsong{The Scotsman}[by=Mike Cross] + +\beginverse +Well a \[C]Scotsman clad in \[F]kilt +left a \[G]bar on evening \[C]fair +And \[C]one could tell by \[F]how he walked +that he'd \[C]drunk more than his \[G]share +He \[F]fumbled round un\[C]til he could +no \[F]longer keep his \[G]feet +Then he \[C]stumbled \[G]off in\[C]to the \[F]grass +to \[G]sleep beside the \[C]street +\[F]Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh +\[C]ring di diddly I \[G]oh +He \[C]stumbled \[G]off in\[C]to the \[F]grass +to \[G]sleep beside the \[C]street +\endverse + +\beginverse +About that time two young and lovely girls just happend by +And one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye +See yon sleeping Scotsman so strong and handsome built +I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt +Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh +I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt +\endverse + +\beginverse +They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be +Lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see +And there behold, for them to see, beneath his Scottish skirt +Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth +Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh +Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth +\endverse + +\beginverse +They marveled for a moment, then one said we must be gone +Let's leave a present for our friend, before we move along +As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon, tied into a bow +Around the bonnie star, the Scots kilt did lift and show +Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh +Around the bonnie star, the Scots kilt did lift and show +\endverse + +\beginverse +Now the Scotsman woke to nature's call and stumbled towards a tree +Behind a bush, he lift his kilt and gawks at what he sees +And in a startled voice he says to what's before his eyes. +O lad I don't know where you been but I see you won first prize +Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh +O lad I don't know where you been but I see you won first prize +\endverse + +\endsong