From 4b6029cd6c3ba107c8928d8593d5cd875dad003a Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: h3ndrik <dev@h3ndrik.de>
Date: Thu, 1 Mar 2012 14:31:22 +0100
Subject: [PATCH] import first batch of songs

---
 lilypond/all_for_me_grog.ly                   |  23 +++
 lilypond/arthur_mac_bride.ly                  |  47 ++++++
 lilypond/black_velvet_band.ly                 |  27 ++++
 lilypond/blarney_roses.ly                     |  23 +++
 lilypond/dirty_old_town.ly                    |  28 ++++
 lilypond/eileen_og.ly                         |  23 +++
 lilypond/follow_me_up_to_carlow.ly            |  39 +++++
 lilypond/ill_tell_my_ma.ly                    |  52 ++++++
 lilypond/in_dublins_fair_city.ly              |  27 ++++
 lilypond/johnny_i_hardly_knew_ye.ly           |  27 ++++
 lilypond/lanigans_ball.ly                     |  36 +++++
 lilypond/leaving_of_liverpool.ly              |  27 ++++
 lilypond/lord_of_the_dance.ly                 |  28 ++++
 lilypond/red_is_the_rose.ly                   |  23 +++
 lilypond/rocky_road_to_dublin.ly              |  25 +++
 lilypond/sally_gardens.ly                     |  31 ++++
 lilypond/spancil_hill.ly                      |  25 +++
 lilypond/spanish_lady.ly                      |  27 ++++
 lilypond/star_of_the_county_down.ly           |  32 ++++
 lilypond/the_blacksmith.ly                    |  27 ++++
 lilypond/the_bold_fenian_men.ly               |  29 ++++
 lilypond/the_foggy_dew.ly                     |  23 +++
 lilypond/the_jolly_beggar.ly                  |  34 ++++
 lilypond/the_parting_glass.ly                 |  27 ++++
 lilypond/the_raggle_taggle_gypsy.ly           |  50 ++++++
 lilypond/the_rare_old_mountain_dew.ly         |  25 +++
 lilypond/the_rattling_bog.ly                  |  28 ++++
 lilypond/the_rising_of_the_moon.ly            |  62 +++++++
 lilypond/whiskey_in_the_jar.ly                |  31 ++++
 lilypond/wild_rover.ly                        |  31 ++++
 songs/Bardic/Leis_a_Lurrighan.sg              |  53 ++++++
 .../Captain_Kellys_Kitchen.sg                 |  59 +++++++
 songs/Eric_Bogle/Green_Fields_of_France.sg    |  58 +++++++
 songs/Traditional/All_for_me_Grog.sg          |  35 ++++
 songs/Traditional/Arthur_Mac_Bride.sg         |  40 +++++
 songs/Traditional/Blarney_Roses.sg            |  42 +++++
 songs/Traditional/Bonnie_Ship_the_Diamond.sg  |  56 +++++++
 songs/Traditional/Botany_Bay.sg               |  35 ++++
 songs/Traditional/Follow_me_up_to_Carlow.sg   |  51 ++++++
 songs/Traditional/Ill_tell_my_Ma.sg           |  49 ++++++
 songs/Traditional/Johnny_Jump_Up.sg           | 117 ++++++++++++++
 songs/Traditional/Lanigans_Ball.sg            |  95 +++++++++++
 songs/Traditional/Mairis_Wedding.sg           |  40 +++++
 songs/Traditional/Mary_Mac.sg                 |  61 +++++++
 songs/Traditional/Molly_Mallone.sg            |  40 +++++
 songs/Traditional/Red_is_the_Rose.sg          |  35 ++++
 songs/Traditional/Sally_Gardens.sg            |  29 ++++
 songs/Traditional/Seven_Drunken_Nights.sg     | 152 ++++++++++++++++++
 songs/Traditional/Spancil_Hill.sg             |  56 +++++++
 songs/Traditional/Spanish_Lady.sg             |  58 +++++++
 songs/Traditional/Step_it_out_Mary.sg         |  40 +++++
 songs/Traditional/The_Bold_Fenian_Men.sg      |  35 ++++
 songs/Traditional/The_Jolly_Beggar.sg         |  46 ++++++
 songs/Traditional/The_Parting_Glass.sg        |  28 ++++
 songs/Traditional/The_Raggle_Taggle_Gypsy.sg  |  70 ++++++++
 .../Traditional/The_Rare_Old_Mountain_Dew.sg  |  47 ++++++
 songs/Traditional/The_Rattling_Bog.sg         |  60 +++++++
 songs/Traditional/The_Rising_of_the_Moon.sg   |  71 ++++++++
 songs/Traditional/Ye_Jacobites.sg             |  40 +++++
 songs/Unknown/Lord_of_the_Dance.sg            |  49 ++++++
 songs/Unknown/The_Blacksmith.sg               |  42 +++++
 songs/Unknown/The_Scotsman.sg                 |  56 +++++++
 62 files changed, 2682 insertions(+)
 create mode 100644 lilypond/all_for_me_grog.ly
 create mode 100644 lilypond/arthur_mac_bride.ly
 create mode 100644 lilypond/black_velvet_band.ly
 create mode 100644 lilypond/blarney_roses.ly
 create mode 100644 lilypond/dirty_old_town.ly
 create mode 100644 lilypond/eileen_og.ly
 create mode 100644 lilypond/follow_me_up_to_carlow.ly
 create mode 100644 lilypond/ill_tell_my_ma.ly
 create mode 100644 lilypond/in_dublins_fair_city.ly
 create mode 100644 lilypond/johnny_i_hardly_knew_ye.ly
 create mode 100644 lilypond/lanigans_ball.ly
 create mode 100644 lilypond/leaving_of_liverpool.ly
 create mode 100644 lilypond/lord_of_the_dance.ly
 create mode 100644 lilypond/red_is_the_rose.ly
 create mode 100644 lilypond/rocky_road_to_dublin.ly
 create mode 100644 lilypond/sally_gardens.ly
 create mode 100644 lilypond/spancil_hill.ly
 create mode 100644 lilypond/spanish_lady.ly
 create mode 100644 lilypond/star_of_the_county_down.ly
 create mode 100644 lilypond/the_blacksmith.ly
 create mode 100644 lilypond/the_bold_fenian_men.ly
 create mode 100644 lilypond/the_foggy_dew.ly
 create mode 100644 lilypond/the_jolly_beggar.ly
 create mode 100644 lilypond/the_parting_glass.ly
 create mode 100644 lilypond/the_raggle_taggle_gypsy.ly
 create mode 100644 lilypond/the_rare_old_mountain_dew.ly
 create mode 100644 lilypond/the_rattling_bog.ly
 create mode 100644 lilypond/the_rising_of_the_moon.ly
 create mode 100644 lilypond/whiskey_in_the_jar.ly
 create mode 100644 lilypond/wild_rover.ly
 create mode 100644 songs/Bardic/Leis_a_Lurrighan.sg
 create mode 100644 songs/Dropkick_Murphys/Captain_Kellys_Kitchen.sg
 create mode 100644 songs/Eric_Bogle/Green_Fields_of_France.sg
 create mode 100644 songs/Traditional/All_for_me_Grog.sg
 create mode 100644 songs/Traditional/Arthur_Mac_Bride.sg
 create mode 100644 songs/Traditional/Blarney_Roses.sg
 create mode 100644 songs/Traditional/Bonnie_Ship_the_Diamond.sg
 create mode 100644 songs/Traditional/Botany_Bay.sg
 create mode 100644 songs/Traditional/Follow_me_up_to_Carlow.sg
 create mode 100644 songs/Traditional/Ill_tell_my_Ma.sg
 create mode 100644 songs/Traditional/Johnny_Jump_Up.sg
 create mode 100644 songs/Traditional/Lanigans_Ball.sg
 create mode 100644 songs/Traditional/Mairis_Wedding.sg
 create mode 100644 songs/Traditional/Mary_Mac.sg
 create mode 100644 songs/Traditional/Molly_Mallone.sg
 create mode 100644 songs/Traditional/Red_is_the_Rose.sg
 create mode 100644 songs/Traditional/Sally_Gardens.sg
 create mode 100644 songs/Traditional/Seven_Drunken_Nights.sg
 create mode 100644 songs/Traditional/Spancil_Hill.sg
 create mode 100644 songs/Traditional/Spanish_Lady.sg
 create mode 100644 songs/Traditional/Step_it_out_Mary.sg
 create mode 100644 songs/Traditional/The_Bold_Fenian_Men.sg
 create mode 100644 songs/Traditional/The_Jolly_Beggar.sg
 create mode 100644 songs/Traditional/The_Parting_Glass.sg
 create mode 100644 songs/Traditional/The_Raggle_Taggle_Gypsy.sg
 create mode 100644 songs/Traditional/The_Rare_Old_Mountain_Dew.sg
 create mode 100644 songs/Traditional/The_Rattling_Bog.sg
 create mode 100644 songs/Traditional/The_Rising_of_the_Moon.sg
 create mode 100644 songs/Traditional/Ye_Jacobites.sg
 create mode 100644 songs/Unknown/Lord_of_the_Dance.sg
 create mode 100644 songs/Unknown/The_Blacksmith.sg
 create mode 100644 songs/Unknown/The_Scotsman.sg

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