From a7887694d181bb38b6e709543a31a2d9813f526b Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: "benjamin.coudrin" Date: Tue, 7 Dec 2010 15:28:34 +0000 Subject: [PATCH] Structure correction (warnings, hbox/vbox errors) --- battlefield/battlefield.tex | 2 +- battlefield/johnny_i_hardly_knew_ye.tex | 75 ++++++++---- booze/booze.tex | 4 +- booze/jug_of_punch.tex | 130 +++++++++++++------- booze/whiskey_you_re_the_devil.tex | 58 ++++++--- fields/fields.tex | 2 +- fields/leprechaun.tex | 85 ++++++++----- road/road.tex | 4 +- road/rocky_road_to_dublin.tex | 156 ++++++++++++++++-------- road/whiskey_in_the_jar.tex | 83 ++++++++----- sea/drunken_sailor.tex | 34 ++++-- sea/irish_rover.tex | 154 +++++++++++++++-------- sea/le_forban1.tex | 8 +- sea/le_forban2.tex | 119 ++++++++++++------ sea/mermaid.tex | 62 ++++++---- sea/quinze_marins.tex | 53 +++++--- sea/sea.tex | 12 +- songbook.tex | 16 +-- town/dans_les_prisons_de_nantes.tex | 93 +++++++++----- town/dirty_old_town.tex | 60 ++++++--- town/eileen_og.tex | 81 +++++++----- town/town.tex | 6 +- 22 files changed, 851 insertions(+), 446 deletions(-) diff --git a/battlefield/battlefield.tex b/battlefield/battlefield.tex index eb1ba5a..769adf6 100644 --- a/battlefield/battlefield.tex +++ b/battlefield/battlefield.tex @@ -1,3 +1,3 @@ \begin{song}{Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye}{Em}{~}{irish traditional}{}{} - \input battlefield/johnny_i_hardly_knew_ye.tex + \input{battlefield/johnny_i_hardly_knew_ye.tex} \end{song} diff --git a/battlefield/johnny_i_hardly_knew_ye.tex b/battlefield/johnny_i_hardly_knew_ye.tex index c4496d8..e68db95 100644 --- a/battlefield/johnny_i_hardly_knew_ye.tex +++ b/battlefield/johnny_i_hardly_knew_ye.tex @@ -11,7 +11,9 @@ A \Ch{Em}{dole}ful \Ch{Am}{damsel} \Ch{G}{I} heard \Ch{B7}{cry}, \Ch{Em}{Johnny} I \Ch{D}{hardly} \Ch{Em}{knew} ye ! \end{SBVerse*} -~\\ + +\bigskip + \begin{SBChorus} With your drums and guns and drums and guns, Hurroo ! Hurroo ! (bis) @@ -23,27 +25,52 @@ Oh me darling dear, Ye look so queer Johnny I hardly knew ye \end{SBChorus} -~\\ -Where are the eyes that look so mild, Hurroo ! Hurroo ! (bis) \\ -Where are the eyes that look so mild \\ -When my poor heart you so beguiled \\ -Why did ye skedaddle from me and the child \\ -Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye. \\ -~\\ -Where are the legs with which ye run, Hurroo ! Hurroo ! (bis)\\ -Where are the legs with which ye run \\ -When ye went for to carry a gun \\ -Indeed your dancing days are done \\ -Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye. \\ -~\\ + +\bigskip + +Where are the eyes that look so mild, Hurroo ! Hurroo ! (bis) + +Where are the eyes that look so mild + +When my poor heart you so beguiled + +Why did ye skedaddle from me and the child + +Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye. + +\bigskip + +Where are the legs with which ye run, Hurroo ! Hurroo ! (bis) + +Where are the legs with which ye run + +When ye went for to carry a gun + +Indeed your dancing days are done + +Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye. + +\bigskip + Ye haven't an arm, Ye haven't a leg, Hurroo ! Hurroo ! (bis) -Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg \\ -Ye're an armless, boneless, chickenless egg \\ -Ye'll have to be put in a bowl to beg \\ -Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye. \\ -~\\ -I'm happy for to see ye home, Hurroo ! Hurroo ! (bis)\\ -I'm happy for to see ye home \\ -All from the island of Sulloon \\ -So low in flesh, so high in bone \\ -Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye. \\ + +Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg + +Ye're an armless, boneless, chickenless egg + +Ye'll have to be put in a bowl to beg + +Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye. + +\bigskip + +I'm happy for to see ye home, Hurroo ! Hurroo ! (bis) + +I'm happy for to see ye home + +All from the island of Sulloon + +So low in flesh, so high in bone + +Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye. + diff --git a/booze/booze.tex b/booze/booze.tex index 5105211..68271f7 100644 --- a/booze/booze.tex +++ b/booze/booze.tex @@ -1,7 +1,7 @@ \begin{song}{The Jug of Punch}{D}{~}{traditional}{}{} - \input booze/jug_of_punch.tex + \input{booze/jug_of_punch.tex} \end{song} \begin{song}{Whiskey You're The Devil}{D}{~}{irish traditional}{}{} - \input booze/whiskey_you_re_the_devil.tex + \input{booze/whiskey_you_re_the_devil.tex} \end{song} \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/booze/jug_of_punch.tex b/booze/jug_of_punch.tex index 997b9e6..76160e0 100644 --- a/booze/jug_of_punch.tex +++ b/booze/jug_of_punch.tex @@ -1,45 +1,87 @@ -One pleasent evening in the month of June,\\ -As I was sleeping in my room,\\ -A small bird sat on an ivy bunch,\\ -And the song he sang was The Jug Of Punch.\\ -\textbf{Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,\\ -Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,\\ -A small bird sang on an ivy bunch,\\ -And the song he sang was the jug of punch.}\\ -~\\ -What more diveration can a man desire,\\ -Than to sit him by an alehouse fire,\\ -Upon his knee a pritty wench,\\ -And on the table a jug of punch.\\ -\textbf{Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,\\ -Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,\\ -Upon his knee a pritty wench,\\ -And on the table a jug of punch.}\\ -~\\ -Let the doctors come with all their art\\ -They'll make no impression upon me heart\\ -Even the cripple forgets his hunch\\ -When he's snug outside of a jug of punch\\ -\textbf{Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,\\ -Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,\\ -Even the cripple forgets his hunch\\ -When he's snug outside of a jug of punch.}\\ -~\\ -If I get drunk, well, me money's me own,\\ -And them don't like me, they can leave me alone;\\ -I'll tune me fiddle and I'll rosin me bow\\ -And I'll be welcome wherever I go.\\ -\textbf{Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,\\ -Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,\\ -I'll tune me fiddle and I'll rosin me bow\\ -And I'll be welcome wherever I go.}\\ -~\\ -And when I'm dead and I'm in me grave\\ -No costly tombstone will I crave.\\ -Lay me down by me native peat,\\ -With a jug of punch at me head and feet.\\ -\textbf{Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,\\ -Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,\\ -Lay me down by me native peat,\\ -With a jug of punch at me head and feet.}\\ +One pleasent evening in the month of June, +As I was sleeping in my room, + +A small bird sat on an ivy bunch, + +And the song he sang was The Jug Of Punch. + +\textbf{Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,} + +\textbf{Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,} + +\textbf{A small bird sang on an ivy bunch,} + +\textbf{And the song he sang was the jug of punch.} + +\bigskip + +What more diveration can a man desire, + +Than to sit him by an alehouse fire, + +Upon his knee a pritty wench, + +And on the table a jug of punch. + +\textbf{Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,} + +\textbf{Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,} + +\textbf{Upon his knee a pritty wench,} + +\textbf{And on the table a jug of punch.} + +\bigskip + +Let the doctors come with all their art + +They'll make no impression upon me heart + +Even the cripple forgets his hunch + +When he's snug outside of a jug of punch + +\textbf{Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,} + +\textbf{Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,} + +\textbf{Even the cripple forgets his hunch} + +\textbf{When he's snug outside of a jug of punch.} + +\bigskip + +If I get drunk, well, me money's me own, + +And them don't like me, they can leave me alone; + +I'll tune me fiddle and I'll rosin me bow + +And I'll be welcome wherever I go. + +\textbf{Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,} + +\textbf{Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,} + +\textbf{I'll tune me fiddle and I'll rosin me bow} + +\textbf{And I'll be welcome wherever I go.} + +\bigskip + +And when I'm dead and I'm in me grave + +No costly tombstone will I crave. + +Lay me down by me native peat, + +With a jug of punch at me head and feet. + +\textbf{Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,} + +\textbf{Too-ra loo-ra loo, too-ra loo-ra lay,} + +\textbf{Lay me down by me native peat,} + +\textbf{With a jug of punch at me head and feet.} diff --git a/booze/whiskey_you_re_the_devil.tex b/booze/whiskey_you_re_the_devil.tex index 9766afb..e484904 100644 --- a/booze/whiskey_you_re_the_devil.tex +++ b/booze/whiskey_you_re_the_devil.tex @@ -7,7 +7,9 @@ You're \Ch{G}{sweeter}, stronger, decenter, You're \Ch{C}{spunkier} than \Ch{G}{ Oh, \Ch{G}{whiskey} you're me darling drunk or \Ch{D}{so}\Ch{G}{ber} \end{SBChorus} -~\\ + +\bigskip + \begin{SBVerse*} Now \Ch{G}{brave} boys, we're on the march @@ -25,21 +27,39 @@ Me \Ch{G}{right} fol' tur-a laddie-o There's \Ch{D}{whiskey} in the \Ch{G}{jar} \end{SBVerse*} -~\\ -The French are fighting boldly \\ -Men are dying hot and coldly \\ -Give every man his flask of powder \\ -His firelock on his shoulder \\ -Lo' fare thee well With me thitery doodelum the da\\ -Me thitery doodelum the da\\ -Me right fol' tur-a laddie-o \\ -There's whiskey in the jar \\ -\\ -Says the mother : \og Do not wrong me\\ -Don't take me daughter from me \\ -For if you do I will torment you \\ -And after death me ghost will haunt you \fg \\ -We're off, fare thee well With me thitery doodelum the da\\ -Me thitery doodelum the da\\ -Me right fol' tur-a laddie-o \\ -There's whiskey in the jar \\ \ No newline at end of file + +\bigskip + +The French are fighting boldly + +Men are dying hot and coldly + +Give every man his flask of powder + +His firelock on his shoulder + +Lo' fare thee well With me thitery doodelum the da + +Me thitery doodelum the da + +Me right fol' tur-a laddie-o + +There's whiskey in the jar + +\bigskip + +Says the mother : \og Do not wrong me + +Don't take me daughter from me + +For if you do I will torment you + +And after death me ghost will haunt you \fg + +We're off, fare thee well With me thitery doodelum the da + +Me thitery doodelum the da + +Me right fol' tur-a laddie-o + +There's whiskey in the jar diff --git a/fields/fields.tex b/fields/fields.tex index e12f70d..ad69a9f 100644 --- a/fields/fields.tex +++ b/fields/fields.tex @@ -1,6 +1,6 @@ \begin{song}{The Leprechaun}{?}{St Patrick's Day song}{Marc Gunn}{}{} TODO : Chords - \input fields/leprechaun.tex + \input{fields/leprechaun.tex} \end{song} \begin{song}{Kilkelly, Ireland}{Em}{~}{irish traditional}{}{} diff --git a/fields/leprechaun.tex b/fields/leprechaun.tex index 8799bcc..fd832c3 100644 --- a/fields/leprechaun.tex +++ b/fields/leprechaun.tex @@ -1,33 +1,58 @@ -There's a Leprechaun in me head, and I wish that I were dead\\ -For I don't think he'll e'er let me be.\\ -Oh, he tempts me with his gold, and if I were e'er so bold,\\ -I'd strangle him and leave him in the street.\\ -~\\ - -\textbf{Well, he says to me, "Ah, you're no Irish Laddie!\\ -And ye call that thing a harp?"\\ -But each time I share the lore that I am learning.\\ -He hides in shame while my friends they chant.\\ -~\\ -La ta tee, da diddley dee, la ta tee ta tee da\\ -La ta tee, da diddley diddley dai\\ -La ta tee, da diddley dee, la ta tee ta tee da\\ -La ta tee, da diddley diddley dai\\} -~\\ -There's a leprechaun in my room. He swats me with a broom.\\ -That's the reason I forget the words of this song.\\ -Well, he shows me a four-leaf clover, and before me song is over,\\ -It's buried in a bowl of Lucky Charms.\\ -~\\ -Ther'es a leprechaun on the floor, and he says that I'm a bore.\\ -He yawns aloud as I sing my song.\\ -He feigns one last breathe stolen, but I see his eyes are open.\\ -And he's watching me with envy deep inside.\\ -~\\ -There's a leprechaun on a hill, and his gold is buried there.\\ -So I grab him by the neck 'fore he gets away.\\ -The pot's too heavy, he giggles, so I pinch me just a little,\\ -And he thinks he's fooled me as I run away.\\ +There's a Leprechaun in me head, and I wish that I were dead + +For I don't think he'll e'er let me be. + +Oh, he tempts me with his gold, and if I were e'er so bold, + +I'd strangle him and leave him in the street. + +\bigskip + +\textbf{Well, he says to me, "Ah, you're no Irish Laddie!} + +\textbf{And ye call that thing a harp?"} + +\textbf{But each time I share the lore that I am learning.} + +\textbf{He hides in shame while my friends they chant. } + +\textbf{La ta tee, da diddley dee, la ta tee ta tee da} + +\textbf{La ta tee, da diddley diddley dai} + +\textbf{La ta tee, da diddley dee, la ta tee ta tee da} + +\textbf{La ta tee, da diddley diddley dai} + +\bigskip + +There's a leprechaun in my room. He swats me with a broom. + +That's the reason I forget the words of this song. + +Well, he shows me a four-leaf clover, and before me song is over, + +It's buried in a bowl of Lucky Charms. + +\bigskip + +Ther'es a leprechaun on the floor, and he says that I'm a bore. + +He yawns aloud as I sing my song. + +He feigns one last breathe stolen, but I see his eyes are open. + +And he's watching me with envy deep inside. + +\bigskip + +There's a leprechaun on a hill, and his gold is buried there. + +So I grab him by the neck 'fore he gets away. + +The pot's too heavy, he giggles, so I pinch me just a little, + +And he thinks he's fooled me as I run away. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% A AJOUTER %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% diff --git a/road/road.tex b/road/road.tex index 311fe57..f7e2655 100644 --- a/road/road.tex +++ b/road/road.tex @@ -1,9 +1,9 @@ \begin{song}{Whiskey In The Jar}{G}{~}{irish traditional}{}{} - \input road/whiskey_in_the_jar.tex + \input{road/whiskey_in_the_jar.tex} \end{song} \begin{song}{Rocky Road To Dublin}{Dm}{~}{irish traditional}{}{} - \input road/rocky_road_to_dublin.tex + \input{road/rocky_road_to_dublin.tex} \end{song} TODO : The Wild Rover \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/road/rocky_road_to_dublin.tex b/road/rocky_road_to_dublin.tex index f8ed0f2..413324b 100644 --- a/road/rocky_road_to_dublin.tex +++ b/road/rocky_road_to_dublin.tex @@ -1,56 +1,105 @@ -In the merry month of May, From my home I started,\\ -Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted,\\ -Saluted father dear, Kissed my darlin' mother,\\ -Drank a pint of beer, My grief and tears to smother,\\ -Then off to reap the corn, And leave where I was born,\\ -I cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin,\\ -In a brand new pair of brogues, I rattled o'er the bogs,\\ -And frightened all the dogs,On the rocky road to Dublin. \\ -\\ -\textbf{One, two, three, four five,\\ -Hunt the hare and turn her\\ -Down the rocky road\\ -And all the ways to Dublin,\\ -Whack-fol-lol-de-ra.\\} -\\ -In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary,\\ -Started by daylight, Next mornin' light and airy,\\ -Took a drop of the pure, To keep my heart from sinkin',\\ -That's an Irishman's cure, Whene'er he's on for drinking.\\ -To see the lasses smile, Laughing all the while,\\ -At my curious style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubblin'.\\ -They ax'd if I was hired, The wages I required,\\ -Till I was almost tired, Of the rocky road to Dublin. \\ -\\ -In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity,\\ -To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city.\\ -Then I took a stroll, All among the quality,\\ -My bundle it was stole, In a neat locality;\\ -Something crossed my mind, Then I looked behind;\\ -No bundle could I find, Upon my stick a wobblin'.\\ -Enquirin' for the rogue, They said my Connacht brogue,\\ -Wasn't much in vogue, On the rocky road to Dublin. \\ -\\ -From there I got away, My spirits never failin'\\ -Landed on the quay As the ship was sailin';\\ -Captain at me roared, Said that no room had he,\\ -When I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy,\\ -Down among the pigs I played some funny rigs,\\ -Danced some hearty jigs, The water round me bubblin',\\ -When off Holyhead, I wished myself was dead,\\ -Or better far instead, On the rocky road to Dublin. \\ -\\ -The boys of Liverpool, When we safely landed,\\ -Called myself a fool; I could no longer stand it;\\ -Blood began to boil, Temper I was losin',\\ -Poor ould Erin's isle They began abusin',\\ -"Hurrah my soul," sez I, My shillelagh I let fly;\\ -Some Galway boys were by, Saw I was a hobble in,\\ -Then with a loud hurray, They joined in the affray.\\ -We quickly cleared the way, For the rocky road to Dublin. \\ -\\ +In the merry month of May, From my home I started, + +Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted, + +Saluted father dear, Kissed my darlin' mother, + +Drank a pint of beer, My grief and tears to smother, + +Then off to reap the corn, And leave where I was born, + +I cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin, + +In a brand new pair of brogues, I rattled o'er the bogs, + +And frightened all the dogs,On the rocky road to Dublin. + +\bigskip + +\textbf{One, two, three, four five,} + +\textbf{Hunt the hare and turn her} + +\textbf{Down the rocky road} + +\textbf{And all the ways to Dublin,} + +\textbf{Whack-fol-lol-de-ra.} + +\bigskip + +In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary, + +Started by daylight, Next mornin' light and airy, + +Took a drop of the pure, To keep my heart from sinkin', + +That's an Irishman's cure, Whene'er he's on for drinking. + +To see the lasses smile, Laughing all the while, + +At my curious style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubblin'. + +They ax'd if I was hired, The wages I required, + +Till I was almost tired, Of the rocky road to Dublin. + +\bigskip + +In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity, + +To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city. + +Then I took a stroll, All among the quality, + +My bundle it was stole, In a neat locality; + +Something crossed my mind, Then I looked behind; + +No bundle could I find, Upon my stick a wobblin'. + +Enquirin' for the rogue, They said my Connacht brogue, + +Wasn't much in vogue, On the rocky road to Dublin. + +\bigskip + +From there I got away, My spirits never failin' + +Landed on the quay As the ship was sailin'; + +Captain at me roared, Said that no room had he, + +When I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy, + +Down among the pigs I played some funny rigs, + +Danced some hearty jigs, The water round me bubblin', + +When off Holyhead, I wished myself was dead, + +Or better far instead, On the rocky road to Dublin. + +\bigskip + +The boys of Liverpool, When we safely landed, + +Called myself a fool; I could no longer stand it; + +Blood began to boil, Temper I was losin', + +Poor ould Erin's isle They began abusin', + +\og Hurrah my soul \fg , sez I, My shillelagh I let fly; + +Some Galway boys were by, Saw I was a hobble in, + +Then with a loud hurray, They joined in the affray. + +We quickly cleared the way, For the rocky road to Dublin. + %KEY Dm \\ -\\ + %verse:\\ %Dm C \\ %Dm C\\ @@ -60,8 +109,7 @@ We quickly cleared the way, For the rocky road to Dublin. \\ %Dm F Dm \\ %Dm F Dm F\\ %Dm C \\ -\\ -\\ + %chorus: C Dm\\ %Dm \\ %Dm\\ diff --git a/road/whiskey_in_the_jar.tex b/road/whiskey_in_the_jar.tex index e8bea37..049d060 100644 --- a/road/whiskey_in_the_jar.tex +++ b/road/whiskey_in_the_jar.tex @@ -1,28 +1,55 @@ -As I was a goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains\\ -I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting\\ -I first produced me pistol and then produced me rapier\\ -Saying "Stand and deliver" for I am a bold deceiver\\ -~\\ -\textbf{Musha ring dumma do damma da\\ -whack fol' the daddy 'ol (bis)\\ -there's whiskey in the jar}\\ -~\\ -I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny \\ -I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny\\ -She said and she swore that she never would deceive me\\ -But the devil take the women for they never can be easy\\ -~\\ -I went up in my chamber, all for to take a slumber\\ -I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure 't was no wonder\\ -But Jenny drew my charges and she filled them up with water\\ -And sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter\\ -~\\ -'t was early in the morning, as I rose to travel\\ -The guards were all around me likewise captain Farrell\\ -I first produced me pistol for she stole away me rapier\\ -I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken\\ -~\\ -If anyone can aid me it's my brother in the army\\ -If I knew his station down in Cork or in Killarney\\ -And if he'll come and join me, we'll go rovin' near Killkenny\\ -And sure he'll treat me better than this fuckin' cunt of Jenny\\ +As I was a goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains + +I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting + +I first produced me pistol and then produced me rapier + +Saying "Stand and deliver" for I am a bold deceiver + +\bigskip + +\textbf{Musha ring dumma do damma da} + +\textbf{whack fol' the daddy 'ol (bis)} + +\textbf{there's whiskey in the jar} + +\bigskip + +I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny + +I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny + +She said and she swore that she never would deceive me + +But the devil take the women for they never can be easy + +\bigskip + +I went up in my chamber, all for to take a slumber + +I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure 't was no wonder + +But Jenny drew my charges and she filled them up with water + +And sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter + +\bigskip + +'t was early in the morning, as I rose to travel + +The guards were all around me likewise captain Farrell + +I first produced me pistol for she stole away me rapier + +I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken + +\bigskip + +If anyone can aid me it's my brother in the army + +If I knew his station down in Cork or in Killarney + +And if he'll come and join me, we'll go rovin' near Killkenny + +And sure he'll treat me better than this fuckin' cunt of Jenny diff --git a/sea/drunken_sailor.tex b/sea/drunken_sailor.tex index adeb5be..1292c8f 100644 --- a/sea/drunken_sailor.tex +++ b/sea/drunken_sailor.tex @@ -7,7 +7,9 @@ \Ch{C}{Early} in the \Ch{Dm}{mornin'} \end{SBVerse*} -~\\ + +\bigskip + \begin{SBChorus} \Ch{Dm}{Wey} Hey and Up she rises @@ -17,14 +19,24 @@ \Ch{C}{Early} in the \Ch{Dm}{mornin'} \end{SBChorus} -~\\ -Put him in the longboat till he's sober\\ -~\\ -Shave his belly with a rusty rasor\\ -~\\ -Give him a dose of salt and water\\ -~\\ -Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter\\ -~\\ -That's what we'll do with a drunken sailor\\ + +\bigskip + +Put him in the longboat till he's sober + +\bigskip + +Shave his belly with a rusty rasor + +\bigskip + +Give him a dose of salt and water + +\bigskip + +Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter + +\bigskip + +That's what we'll do with a drunken sailor diff --git a/sea/irish_rover.tex b/sea/irish_rover.tex index ee675c6..b2eb5c4 100644 --- a/sea/irish_rover.tex +++ b/sea/irish_rover.tex @@ -15,55 +15,107 @@ She stood \Ch{G}{several} blasts, She had \Ch{C}{twenty} seven masts And they \Ch{G}{called} her The \Ch{D}{Irish} \Ch{G}{Rover} \end{SBVerse*} -~\\ -~\\ -~\\ -We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags\\ -We had two million barrels of stones\\ -We had three million sides of old blind horses hides'\\ -We had four million barrels of bones\\ -We had five million hogs, six million dogs\\ -Seven million barrels of porter\\ -We had eight million barrels of old nanny goate tails\\ -In the hold of the Irish Rover\\ -~\\ -~\\ -There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute\\ -And the ladies lined up for a set\\ -He would tootle with skill for each sparkling quadrille\\ -Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet\\ -With his smart witty talk, he was cock of the walk\\ -As he rolled the dames under and over\\ -They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance\\ -That he sailed in The Irish Rover\\ -~\\ -~\\ -~\\ -There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee\\ -There was Hogan from County Tyrone\\ -There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work\\ -And a man from Westmeath called Malone\\ -There was Slugger O'Toole, who was drunk as a rule\\ -And Fighting Bill Tracy from Dover\\ -And your man, Mick McCann, from the banks of the Bann\\ -Was the skipper of the Irish Rover\\ -~\\ -~\\ -For a sailor its' always a bother in life\\ -It's so lonesome by night and by day\\ -That he longs for the shore and a charming young whore \\ -Who will melt all his troubles away\\ -Oh, the noise and the rout swillin' poiteen and stout\\ -For him soon the torment's over\\ -Of the love of a maid he is never afraid\\ -An old salt from the Irish Rover\\ -~\\ -~\\ -We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out\\ -And the ship lost its way in the fog\\ -And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two\\ -Just myself and the Captain's old dog\\ -Then the ship struck a rock. Oh Lord! what a shock\\ -The bulkhead was turned right over\\ -Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned\\ + +\bigskip + +\bigskip + +\bigskip + +We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags + +We had two million barrels of stones + +We had three million sides of old blind horses hides' + +We had four million barrels of bones + +We had five million hogs, six million dogs + +Seven million barrels of porter + +We had eight million barrels of old nanny goate tails + +In the hold of the Irish Rover + +\bigskip + +\bigskip + +There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute + +And the ladies lined up for a set + +He would tootle with skill for each sparkling quadrille + +Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet + +With his smart witty talk, he was cock of the walk + +As he rolled the dames under and over + +They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance + +That he sailed in The Irish Rover + +\bigskip + +\bigskip + +\bigskip + +There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee + +There was Hogan from County Tyrone + +There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work + +And a man from Westmeath called Malone + +There was Slugger O'Toole, who was drunk as a rule + +And Fighting Bill Tracy from Dover + +And your man, Mick McCann, from the banks of the Bann + +Was the skipper of the Irish Rover + +\bigskip + +\bigskip + +For a sailor its' always a bother in life + +It's so lonesome by night and by day + +That he longs for the shore and a charming young whore + +Who will melt all his troubles away + +Oh, the noise and the rout swillin' poiteen and stout + +For him soon the torment's over + +Of the love of a maid he is never afraid + +An old salt from the Irish Rover + +\bigskip + +\bigskip + +We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out + +And the ship lost its way in the fog + +And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two + +Just myself and the Captain's old dog + +Then the ship struck a rock. Oh Lord! what a shock + +The bulkhead was turned right over + +Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned + I'm the last of The Irish Rover diff --git a/sea/le_forban1.tex b/sea/le_forban1.tex index e0a7922..e7c4468 100644 --- a/sea/le_forban1.tex +++ b/sea/le_forban1.tex @@ -6,12 +6,12 @@ Vivre d'orgie est ma seule espérance, \\ Le seul bonheur que j'aie pu conquérir. \\ C'est sur les flots qu'jai passé mon enfance, \\ C'est sur les flots qu'un forban doit mourir\\ -~\\ +\bigskip \textbf{Vin qui pétille, femme gentille, \\ Sous tes baisers brûlants d'amour ; \\ Plaisirs, batailles, Vive la canaille ! \\ Je bois, je chante, et je tue tour à tour\\} -~\\ +\bigskip Peut-être qu'au mât d'une barque étrangère\\ Mon corps, un jour, servira d'étendard\\ Et tout mon sang rougira la galère\\ @@ -20,7 +20,7 @@ Allons esclave, allons, debout mon brave,\\ Buvons la vie et le vin à grands pots ; \\ Aujourd'hui fête, et puis demain, peut-être \\ Ma tête ira s'engloutir dans les flots.\\ -~\\ +\bigskip Peut-être qu'un jour, par un coup de fortune \\ Je capturerai l'or d'un beau gallion ;\\ Riche à pouvoir vous acheter la lune, \\ @@ -29,4 +29,4 @@ Là, respecté, comme un vrai gentilhomme, \\ Moi qui ne fus qu'un forban, qu'un bandit, \\ Je pourrai, comme le fils d'un roi, tout comme \\ Mourir, peut-être, dedans un grand lit.\\ -~\\ +\bigskip diff --git a/sea/le_forban2.tex b/sea/le_forban2.tex index 6e3c6fd..435305d 100644 --- a/sea/le_forban2.tex +++ b/sea/le_forban2.tex @@ -1,40 +1,79 @@ -A moi forban que m'importe la gloire \\ -Né fils de roi et de prostituée \\ -Sur des cadavres j'ai chanté la victoire \\ -Et dans un crâne j'ai bu la liberté \\ -Vierge craintive, toi, ma captive \\ -Ce soir je vais dévorer tes appâts\\ -Encore brûlant d'une autre amante \\ -Tes vertus vont expirer dans mes bras.\\ -\\ -\textbf{Vin qui pétille, femme gentille \\ -Sous tes baisers brûlant d'amour, oui d'amour \\ -Plaisirs... batailles... vive la canaille \\ -Je bois, je chante et je tue tour à tour.\\} -\\ -Etant forban je vis dans ma cabine \\ -En méprisant les lois , même la mort \\ -Ne vivant que de meurtre et de rapine \\ -Je bois mon vin dans une coupe d'or \\ -Vivre d'orgie est ma seule espérance \\ -Le seul bonheur que j'ai su conquérir \\ -car sur les flots j'ai bercé mon enfance \\ -Et sur les flots un forban doit mourir\\ -\\ -Pendu au mât d'une barque étrangère \\ -Mon corps un jour servira d'étendard \\ -Et tout mon sang rougira la galère \\ -Aujourd'hui fête et demain le hasard \\ -Allons esclaves, debout mes braves \\ -Buvons l'ivresse et l'orgie à grands flots \\ -Aujourd'hui fête , demain peut être\\ -Mon corps ira s'engloutir dans les flots\\ -\\ -Si par hasard par un coup de fortune \\ -Je capturais l'or d'un beau galion \\ -Riche à pouvoir décrocher la lune \\ -Je m'en irai vers d'autres horizons \\ -Là, vénéré tout comme un gentilhomme\\ -Moi qui ne fut qu'un forban qu'un bandit \\ -Là je pourrais peut être tout comme\\ -Un grand roi dormir dedans un bon lit\\ +A moi forban que m'importe la gloire + +N\'e fils de roi et de prostitu\'ee + +Sur des cadavres j'ai chant\'e la victoire + +Et dans un cr\^ane j'ai bu la libert\'e + +Vierge craintive, toi, ma captive + +Ce soir je vais d\'evorer tes app\^ats + +Encore br\^ulant d'une autre amante + +Tes vertus vont expirer dans mes bras. + +\bigskip + +\textbf{Vin qui p\'etille, femme gentille} + +\textbf{Sous tes baisers br\^ulant d'amour, oui d'amour} + +\textbf{Plaisirs... batailles... vive la canaille} + +\textbf{Je bois, je chante et je tue tour \`a tour.} + +\bigskip + +Etant forban je vis dans ma cabine + +En m\'eprisant les lois , m\^eme la mort + +Ne vivant que de meurtre et de rapine + +Je bois mon vin dans une coupe d'or + +Vivre d'orgie est ma seule esp\'erance + +Le seul bonheur que j'ai su conqu\'erir + +car sur les flots j'ai berc\'e mon enfance + +Et sur les flots un forban doit mourir + +\bigskip + +Pendu au m\^at d'une barque \'etrang\`ere + +Mon corps un jour servira d'\'etendard + +Et tout mon sang rougira la gal\`ere + +Aujourd'hui f\^ete et demain le hasard + +Allons esclaves, debout mes braves + +Buvons l'ivresse et l'orgie \`a grands flots + +Aujourd'hui f\^ete , demain peut \^etre + +Mon corps ira s'engloutir dans les flots + +\bigskip + +Si par hasard par un coup de fortune + +Je capturais l'or d'un beau galion + +Riche \`a pouvoir d\'ecrocher la lune + +Je m'en irai vers d'autres horizons + +L\`a, v\'en\'er\'e tout comme un gentilhomme + +Moi qui ne fut qu'un forban qu'un bandit + +L\`a je pourrais peut \^etre tout comme + +Un grand roi dormir dedans un bon lit diff --git a/sea/mermaid.tex b/sea/mermaid.tex index 404b354..a4c7cd3 100644 --- a/sea/mermaid.tex +++ b/sea/mermaid.tex @@ -8,7 +8,7 @@ When the captain, he spied a \Ch{C}{lovely} \Ch{G}{mermaid} With a \Ch{C}comb and a \Ch{D7}{glass} in her \Ch{G}{hand} \end{SBVerse*} -~\\ +\bigskip \begin{SBChorus} O the ocean's waves will roll @@ -21,26 +21,46 @@ And the \Ch{C}{landlubbers} \Ch{D7}{lie} down \Ch{G}{below} (below, below) And the \Ch{C}{landlubbers} \Ch{D7}{lie} down \Ch{G}{below} \end{SBChorus} -~\\ -And up spoke the captain of our gallant ship\\ -And a well-spoken man was he\\ -I have me a wife in Salem by the sea\\ -And tonight she a widow will be\\ -~\\ -And up spoke the cookie of our gallant ship\\ -And a red hot cookie was he\\ -Saying I care much more for my pots and my pans\\ -Than I do for the bottom of the sea\\ -~\\ -Then up spoke the cabinboy, of our gallant ship\\ -And a nasty little lad was he.\\ -I'm not quite sure I can spell "mermaid"\\ -But I'm going to the bottom of the sea.\\ -~\\ -Then three times around went our gallant ship\\ -And three times around went she\\ -Three times around went our gallant ship\\ -And she sank to the bottom of the sea\\ + +\bigskip + +And up spoke the captain of our gallant ship + +And a well-spoken man was he + +I have me a wife in Salem by the sea + +And tonight she a widow will be + +\bigskip + +And up spoke the cookie of our gallant ship + +And a red hot cookie was he + +Saying I care much more for my pots and my pans + +Than I do for the bottom of the sea + +\bigskip + +Then up spoke the cabinboy, of our gallant ship + +And a nasty little lad was he. + +I'm not quite sure I can spell \og mermaid \fg + +But I'm going to the bottom of the sea. + +\bigskip + +Then three times around went our gallant ship + +And three times around went she + +Three times around went our gallant ship + +And she sank to the bottom of the sea %%%%%%%%%%%%% A AJOUTER %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% %KEY G diff --git a/sea/quinze_marins.tex b/sea/quinze_marins.tex index 961b64c..e23aede 100644 --- a/sea/quinze_marins.tex +++ b/sea/quinze_marins.tex @@ -3,32 +3,49 @@ Hop la ho ! une bouteille de \Ch{Dm}{rhum} -A boire et l'diable avait réglé leur \Ch{C}{sort} +A boire et l'diable avait r\'egl\'e leur \Ch{C}{sort} Hop la \Ch{Dm}{ho} ! une \Ch{C}{bouteille} de \Ch{Dm}{rhum} \end{SBChorus} -~\\ + +\bigskip + \begin{SBVerse} Long John Silver a pris le commandement -Des marins, et vogue la galère +Des marins, et vogue la gal\`ere Il tient ses hommes comme il tient le vent Tout l'monde a peur de Long John Silver. \end{SBVerse} -~\\ -C'est Bill, le second du corsaire,\\ -Le capitaine Flint en colère\\ -Qu'est revenu du royaume des morts\\ -Pour hanter la cache au trésor.\\ -~\\ -Essaye un peu de l'contrecarrer,\\ -Et tu iras où tant d'autres sont allés\\ -Quelqu's uns aux vergues et quelqu's uns par d'sus bord\\ -Tout l'monde pour nourrir les poissons d'abord.\\ -~\\ -Nous finirons par danser la gigue\\ -La corde au cou, au quai des pendus\\ -Toi, John Forest, et toi, John Merigue\\ -Si près du gibet qu'j'en ai l'cou tordu.\\ + +\bigskip + +C'est Bill, le second du corsaire, + +Le capitaine Flint en col\`ere + +Qu'est revenu du royaume des morts + +Pour hanter la cache au tr\'esor. + +\bigskip + +Essaye un peu de l'contrecarrer, + +Et tu iras o\`u tant d'autres sont all\'es + +Quelqu's uns aux vergues et quelqu's uns par d'sus bord + +Tout l'monde pour nourrir les poissons d'abord. + +\bigskip + +Nous finirons par danser la gigue + +La corde au cou, au quai des pendus + +Toi, John Forest, et toi, John Merigue + +Si pr\`es du gibet qu'j'en ai l'cou tordu. diff --git a/sea/sea.tex b/sea/sea.tex index 625d796..d01ba2f 100644 --- a/sea/sea.tex +++ b/sea/sea.tex @@ -1,23 +1,23 @@ \begin{song}{Irish Rover}{G}{~}{irish traditional}{}{} - \input sea/irish_rover.tex + \input{sea/irish_rover.tex} \end{song} \begin{song}{The Mermaid}{G}{Child Ballad 289}{traditional}{}{} - \input sea/mermaid.tex + \input{sea/mermaid.tex} \end{song} \begin{song}{Quinze Marins (\textit{Dead Man's Chest})}{Dm}{~}{R.L. Stevenson and Y.E. Allison}{}{} - \input sea/quinze_marins.tex + \input{sea/quinze_marins.tex} \end{song} \begin{song}{Drunken Sailor}{Dm}{Capstan shanty}{traditional}{}{} - \input sea/drunken_sailor.tex + \input{sea/drunken_sailor.tex} \end{song} \begin{song}{Le Forban (version de terre)}{C}{~}{traditionnel breton}{}{} - \input sea/le_forban1.tex + \input{sea/le_forban1.tex} \end{song} \begin{song}{Le Forban (version de mer)}{C}{~}{traditionnel breton}{}{} - \input sea/le_forban2.tex + \input{sea/le_forban2.tex} \end{song} \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/songbook.tex b/songbook.tex index 5aacb90..5e62f3a 100644 --- a/songbook.tex +++ b/songbook.tex @@ -18,35 +18,35 @@ %%%%%%%%%%% S O N G S F R O M T H E S E A %%%%%%%%%%%% \chapter{Songs from the sea} - \input sea/sea.tex + \input{sea/sea.tex} %%%%%%%%% S O N G S F R O M T H E B A T T L E F I E L D %%%%%%%%% \chapter{Songs from the battlefield} - \input battlefield/battlefield.tex + \input{battlefield/battlefield.tex} %%%%%%%%% S O N G S F R O M T H E R O A D %%%%%%%%% \chapter{Songs from the road} - \input road/road.tex + \input{road/road.tex} %%%%%%%%% S O N G S F R O M T H E T O W N %%%%%%%%%% \chapter{Songs from the town} - \input town/town.tex + \input{town/town.tex} %%%%%%%%% S O N G S F R O M T H E F I E L D S %%%%%%%%%% \chapter{Songs from the fields} - \input fields/fields.tex + \input{fields/fields.tex} %%%%%%%% S O N G S F R O M T H E B O O Z E %%%%%%%%% \chapter{Songs from the booze} - \input booze/booze.tex + \input{booze/booze.tex} %%%%%%%% S O N G S F R O M T H E W O O D S %%%%%%%% \chapter{Songs from the woods} - \input woods/woods.tex + \input{woods/woods.tex} %%%%%%%% S O N G S F R O M T H E I N S T R U M E N T A L S %%%%%%%% \chapter{Songs from the instrumentals} - \input instrumentals/instrumentals.tex + \input{instrumentals/instrumentals.tex} \end{document} % Fin du document diff --git a/town/dans_les_prisons_de_nantes.tex b/town/dans_les_prisons_de_nantes.tex index c4c798a..4579544 100644 --- a/town/dans_les_prisons_de_nantes.tex +++ b/town/dans_les_prisons_de_nantes.tex @@ -3,34 +3,65 @@ Y avait un \Ch{G}{prison}\Ch{Am}{nier} \end{SBVerse*} -~\\ -Personne ne vint le "vouère"\\ -Que la fille du geôlier\\ -~\\ -Un jour il lui demande\\ -Et que dit-on de "moué" ?\\ -~\\ -On dit de vous en ville\\ -Que vous serez pendu\\ -~\\ -Mais s'il faut qu'on me pende\\ -Déliez-moi les pieds\\ -~\\ -La fille était jeunette\\ -Les pieds lui a délié\\ -~\\ -Le prisonnier alerte\\ -Dans la Loire s'est jeté\\ -~\\ -Dès qu'il fût sur les rives\\ -Il se prit à chanter\\ -~\\ -Je chante pour les belles\\ -Surtout celle du geôlier\\ -~\\ -Si je reviens à Nantes\\ -Oui je l'épouserai\\ -~\\ -Dans les prisons de Nantes\\ -Y avait un prisonnier\\ -~\\ + +\bigskip + +Personne ne vint le \og vou\`ere \fg + +Que la fille du ge\^olier + +\bigskip + +Un jour il lui demande + +Et que dit-on de \og mou\'e \fg ? + +\bigskip + +On dit de vous en ville + +Que vous serez pendu + +\bigskip + +Mais s'il faut qu'on me pende + +D\'eliez-moi les pieds + +\bigskip + +La fille \'etait jeunette + +Les pieds lui a d\'eli\'e + +\bigskip + +Le prisonnier alerte + +Dans la Loire s'est jet\'e + +\bigskip + +D\`es qu'il f\^ut sur les rives + +Il se prit \`a chanter + +\bigskip + +Je chante pour les belles + +Surtout celle du ge\^olier + +\bigskip + +Si je reviens \`a Nantes + +Oui je l'\'epouserai + +\bigskip + +Dans les prisons de Nantes + +Y avait un prisonnier + +\bigskip diff --git a/town/dirty_old_town.tex b/town/dirty_old_town.tex index 720792b..fedf8c2 100644 --- a/town/dirty_old_town.tex +++ b/town/dirty_old_town.tex @@ -7,23 +7,43 @@ Kissed my \Ch{Em}{girl}, by the factory \Ch{G}{wall} Dirty old \Ch{D}{town}, dirty old \Ch{Em}{town} \end{SBVerse*} -~\\ -I heard a siren from the dock\\ -Saw a train cut the night on fire\\ -Smelled the breeze on the smokey wind\\ -Dirty old town, dirty old town\\ -~\\ -I'm going to make a big sharp ax\\ -Shining steel tempered in the fire\\ -I'll cut ye down like an old dead tree\\ -Dirty old town, dirty old town\\ -~\\ -Clouds are drifting on the street\\ -Cats are prowling on their beats\\ -Springs a girl on the streets at night\\ -Dirty old town, dirty old town\\ -~\\ -I Met my love, by the gas yard wall\\ -Dreamed a dream, by the old canal\\ -Kissed my girl, by the factory wall\\ -Dirty old town, dirty old town\\ + +\bigskip + +I heard a siren from the dock + +Saw a train cut the night on fire + +Smelled the breeze on the smokey wind + +Dirty old town, dirty old town + +\bigskip + +I'm going to make a big sharp ax + +Shining steel tempered in the fire + +I'll cut ye down like an old dead tree + +Dirty old town, dirty old town + +\bigskip + +Clouds are drifting on the street + +Cats are prowling on their beats + +Springs a girl on the streets at night + +Dirty old town, dirty old town + +\bigskip + +I Met my love, by the gas yard wall + +Dreamed a dream, by the old canal + +Kissed my girl, by the factory wall + +Dirty old town, dirty old town diff --git a/town/eileen_og.tex b/town/eileen_og.tex index f73e835..b27fe08 100644 --- a/town/eileen_og.tex +++ b/town/eileen_og.tex @@ -7,36 +7,61 @@ \Ch{F}{Boys}, O \Ch{G7}{boys}, sure \Ch{C}{that's} reason why we're in \Ch{Am}{mourning} for the \Ch{E7}{pride} of Petra\Ch{Am}{vore} \end{SBVerse*} -~\\ +\bigskip \begin{SBChorus} \Ch{F}{Eileen} \Ch{G7}{Og}, me \Ch{C}{heart} is growing grey \Ch{Dm}{ever} since the \Ch{E7}{day}, you \Ch{Am}{wandered} far away \Ch{F}{Eileen} \Ch{G7}{Og}, there's \Ch{C}{good} fish in the sea but there's \Ch{Am}{none} of them like the \Ch{E7}{pride} of Petra\Ch{Am}{vore} \end{SBChorus} -~\\ -Friday at the fair of Ballintubber \\ -Eileen met McGrath the cattle jobber\\ -I'd like to set me mark upon the robber \\ -For he stole away the Pride of Petravore\\ -He never seemed to see the girl at all \\ -Even when she ogled him underneath her shawl \\ -Looking big and masterful when she was looking small\\ -Most provoking for the Pride of Petravore \\ -~\\ -So it went as it was in the beginning \\ -Eileen Og was bent upon the winning \\ -Big McGrath contentedly was grinning\\ -Being courted by the Pride of Petravore\\ -Says he, \og I know a girl who'd knock you into fits \fg \\ -At that Eileen nearly lost her wits \\ -The upshot of the ruction was that now the robber sits \\ -With his arm around the Pride of Petravore \\ -~\\ -Boys, O boys, with fate 'tis hard to grapple \\ -Of my eye 'cause Eileen was the apple \\ -And to see her walkin' to the chapel \\ -Wid the hardest featured man in Petravore \\ -Now me boys, this is all I have to say \\ -When you do your courting make no display\\ -If you want them to run after you just walk the other way \\ -For they're mostly like the Pride of Petravore \\ \ No newline at end of file +\bigskip +Friday at the fair of Ballintubber + +Eileen met McGrath the cattle jobber + +I'd like to set me mark upon the robber + +For he stole away the Pride of Petravore + +He never seemed to see the girl at all + +Even when she ogled him underneath her shawl + +Looking big and masterful when she was looking small + +Most provoking for the Pride of Petravore + +\bigskip + +So it went as it was in the beginning + +Eileen Og was bent upon the winning + +Big McGrath contentedly was grinning + +Being courted by the Pride of Petravore + +Says he, \og I know a girl who'd knock you into fits \fg + +At that Eileen nearly lost her wits + +The upshot of the ruction was that now the robber sits + +With his arm around the Pride of Petravore + +\bigskip + +Boys, O boys, with fate 'tis hard to grapple + +Of my eye 'cause Eileen was the apple + +And to see her walkin' to the chapel + +Wid the hardest featured man in Petravore + +Now me boys, this is all I have to say + +When you do your courting make no display + +If you want them to run after you just walk the other way + +For they're mostly like the Pride of Petravore diff --git a/town/town.tex b/town/town.tex index cbb48fb..ead2ff3 100644 --- a/town/town.tex +++ b/town/town.tex @@ -1,11 +1,11 @@ \begin{song}{Dirty Old Town}{G}{~}{Ewan MacColl}{}{} - \input town/dirty_old_town.tex + \input{town/dirty_old_town.tex} \end{song} \begin{song}{Dans les prisons de Nantes}{Am}{~}{traditionnel breton}{}{} - \input town/dans_les_prisons_de_nantes.tex + \input{town/dans_les_prisons_de_nantes.tex} \end{song} \begin{song}{Eileen Og}{Am}{~}{Percy French}{}{} - \input town/eileen_og.tex + \input{town/eileen_og.tex} \end{song} \ No newline at end of file