By: James Hogg
Key: F
Time: 2/4

3 5 5 4 5 -5 -5 -4
As I came down the Can-on-gate,
-5 5 5 4 5 -4 -3 3
The Can-on-gate the Can-on-gate
3 5 5 4 5 -5 -5 -4
As I came down the Can-on-gate
-5 5 4 -4 -3 4
I heard a las-sie sing
-5 5 6 6 -7 -6 6
O, mer-ry may the keel row,
-5 5 -4 4 5 -4-3 3
The keel row, the keel row
-5 5 6 6 -7 7 6
Oh, mer-ry may the keel row,
-5 5 4 -4 -3 4
The ship that my love’s in
5 5 4 5 -5 -4
Mer-ry may the keel row,
-5 5 4 5 -4-3 3
The keel row, the keel row
3 5 5 4 5 -5 -4
Oh, mer-ry may the keel row,
-5 5 4 -4 -3 4
The ship that my love’s in

Party song from Arkansas
Key: E
Time: 6/8

4 4 4 4 -3” 3 5 5 5 -4
7 7 7 7 -6 6 8 8 8 -8
Oh, sis-ter Phoe-be, how mer-ry were we

-4 5 5 4 4 -3” 3 4 4 -3” 3
-8 8 8 7 7 -6 6 7 7 -6 6
The night we sat un-der the jun-i-per tree

5 6 5 6 3 -3”4 -4 5
8 9 8 9 6 -6 7 -8 8
The jun-i-per tree, hi-o, hi-o

5 6 5 6 3 -3”4
8 9 8 9 6 -6 7
The jun-i-per tree, hi-o

Party song from Arkansas
Key: E
Time: 6/8

6 6 6 6 5* -4 7* 7* 7* -6*
Oh, sis-ter Phoe-be, how mer-ry were we
-6* 7* 7* 6 6 5* -4 6 6 5* -4
The night we sat un-der the jun-i-per tree
7* -8 7* -8 -4 5* 6 -6* 7*
The jun-i-per tree, hi-o, hi-o
7* -8 7* -8 -4 5* 6
The jun-i-per tree, hi-o

Party song from Arkansas
Key: E
Time: 6/8
Harp: G

-3” -3” -3” -3” -2” 2 -4’ -4’ -4’ -3
Oh, sis-ter Phoe-be, how mer-ry were we
-3 -4’ -4’ -3” -3”-2” 2 -3”-3”-2” 2
The night we sat un-der the jun-i-per tree
-4’ 5 -4’ 5 2 -2”-3” -3-4’
The jun-i-per tree, hi-o, hi-o
-4’ 5 -4’ 5 2 -2”-3”
The jun-i-per tree, hi-o

Party song from Arkansas
Key: E
Time: 6/8
Harp: A

3 3 3 3 2 -1 -3 -3 -3 -3”
6 6 6 6 5 -4 -7 -7 -7 -6
Oh, sis-ter Phoe-be, how mer-ry were we

-3” -3 -3 3 3 2 -1 3 3 2 -1
-6 -7 -7 6 6 5 -4 6 6 5 -4
The night we sat un-der the jun-i-per tree

-3 -4 -3 -4 -1 2 3 -3”-3
-7 -8 -7 -8 -4 5 6 -6-7
The jun-i-per tree, hi-o, hi-o

-3 -4 -3 -4 -1 2 3
-7 -8 -7 -8 -4 5 6
The jun-i-per tree, hi-o

Party song from Arkansas
Key: E
Time: 6/8
Harp: B

-5 -5 -5 -5 -4 4 -6 -6 -6 6
6 6 6 6 5* -4 7* 7* 7* -6*
Oh, sis-ter Phoe-be, how mer-ry were we

6 -6 -6 -5 -5 -4 4 -5 -5 -4 4
-6* 7* 7* 6 6 5* -4 6 6 5* -4
The night we sat un-der the jun-i-per tree

-6 7 -6 7 4 -4-5 6 -6
7* -8 7* -8 -4 5* 6 -6* 7*
The jun-i-per tree, hi-o, hi-o

-6 7 -6 7 4 -4-5
7* -8 7* -8 -4 5* 6
The jun-i-per tree, hi-o

Party song from Arkansas
Key: E
Time: 6/8
Harp: Gb/F#

-3’ -3’ -3’ -3’ 3 -2” -4 -4 -4 4
Oh, sis-ter Phoe-be, how mer-ry were we
4 -4 -4 -3’ -3’ 3 -2” -3’-3’ 3 -2”
The night we sat un-der the jun-i-per tree
-4 -5 -4 -5 -2” 3 -3’ 4 -4
The jun-i-per tree, hi-o, hi-o
-4 -5 -4 -5 -2” 3 -3’
The jun-i-per tree, hi-o

6 -5 5 -4 5 -3 5
In the sweet country Lim’rick,
6 -5 -6 -7 -7 6 -5
one cold winter’s night, all the
5 -4 5 -3 5 6 6 -5
turf fires were burning when I first
5 -5 -4 6 -5 5 -4 5
saw the light; and a drunken old
-3 5 6 -5 -6 -7 -7 -7 -8
midwife went tip-sy with joy, as she
8 -8 -7 -6 6 5 -5
danced round the floor with her slip
5 -5 -4
of a boy

Chorus:
6 -5 5 -4 5 -3 5 6 -7 6
Singing ban-ya-no mo if an-ga-na
6 -5 5 5 5 -5 5 -4 -3
and the juice of the barley for me.

Well when I was a gossoon of eight years old or so with me turf and me
primer to school I did go. To a dusty old school house without any
door, where lay the school master blind drunk on the floor,

Chorus

At the learning I wasn’t such a genius I’m thinking, but I soon bet
the master entirely at drinking, not a wake or a wedding for five
miles around, but meself in the corner was sure to be found,

Chorus

One Sunday the priest read me out from the altar saying you’ll end up
your days with your neck in a halter;
and you’ll dance a fine jig between heaven and hell and his words they
did frighten me the truth for to tell,

Chorus

So the very next morning as the dawn it did break I went down to the
vestry the pledge for to take, and there in that room sat the priests
in a bunch round a big roaring fire drinking tumblers of punch,

Chorus

Well from that day to this I have wandered alone, I’m a jack of all
trades and a master of none, with the sky for me roof and the earth
for me floor, and I’ll dance out my days drinking whiskey galore,

Chorus

5 -4 5 -3 4 -3″ 4
In the sweet country Lim’rick,
5 -4 -5 -6 -6 5 -4
one cold winter’s night, all the
4 -3 4 -3″ 4 5 5 -4
turf fires were burning when I first
5 -5 -3 5 -4 4 -3 4
saw the light; and a drunken old
-3″ 4 5 -4 -5 -6 -6 -6 -7
midwife went tip-sy with joy, as she
7 -7 -6 -5 5 4 -4
danced round the floor with her slip
4 -4 -3
of a boy

Chorus:
5 -4 4 -3 4 -3″ 4 5 -6 5
Singing ban-ya-no mo if an-ga-na
5 -4 4 4 4 -4 4 -3 -3″
and the juice of the barley for me.

Well when I was a gossoon of eight years old or so with me turf and me
primer to school I did go. To a dusty old school house without any
door, where lay the school master blind drunk on the floor,

Chorus

At the learning I wasn’t such a genius I’m thinking, but I soon bet
the master entirely at drinking, not a wake or a wedding for five
miles around, but meself in the corner was sure to be found,

Chorus

One Sunday the priest read me out from the altar saying you’ll end up
your days with your neck in a halter;
and you’ll dance a fine jig between heaven and hell and his words they
did frighten me the truth for to tell,

Chorus

So the very next morning as the dawn it did break I went down to the
vestry the pledge for to take, and there in that room sat the priests
in a bunch round a big roaring fire drinking tumblers of punch,

Chorus

Well from that day to this I have wandered alone, I’m a jack of all
trades and a master of none, with the sky for me roof and the earth
for me floor, and I’ll dance out my days drinking whiskey galore,

Chorus

Early 18th C. English folk song
Key: F#m
Time: 6/8

1* -2*-2* -2 1* -3 -3
There was a jol-ly mil-ler
3* -4 -3 -2* 3* -2 -2*
Once Lived on the riv-er Dee
1* -2* -2* -2 1* -3 -3 3*
He worked and sang from morn till night
-4 -3 -2* 3* -2 -2*
No lark more blithe than he
-3-4 4* 4* 4* -3 -4 -4 -4
And this the bur-den of his song
3* -3 -2* -4 -3 -33*
For ev-er used to be
1* -2* -2* -2 -1* 1* -3 -3 3*
I care for no-bod-y, no not I
-4 -3 3*-2* 3* -2 -2*
And no-bod-y cares for me

-1 -2 3 -2 -3 4 -4 5
-4 -3 4 -3 4
-4 -2 -2 4 -3
3 -2 -2 -2 2

-1 -2 3 -2 -3 4
-4 5 -4 -3 4 -3 4
-4 6 -6 6 5 -4 4
-3 3 -2 -2 -2 2

-5 5 -4 -4 -5
5 -4 4 -3 4 -3 4
-4 -2 -2 4 -3
3 -2 -2 -2 2

-1 -2 3 -2 -3 4
-4 5 -4 -3 4
-4 6 -6 6 5 -4 4
-3 3 -2 -2 -2 -4 5

-5 5 -5 6 -5 5 -4 -5
5 -4 4 -3 4 -3 4
-4 -2 -2 4 -3
3 -2 -2 -1 -2 -1 1

-1 -2 3 -2 -3 4
-4 5 -4 -3 4 -3 4
-4 6 -6 6 5 -4 4
-3 3 -2 -2 -2

There was a jolly beggarman
3 3 -3 -4 4 -5 -4 -3
Came tripping o’er the plain
3 3 7 7 -7 7 -6*
He came unto a farmer’s door
-5 7 -7 -7 7 6 -6* 7
A lodging for to gain
6 5 -4 -3 3 -4 -3
The farmer’s daughter she came down
3 3 -3 -4 4 -5 -4 -3
And viewed him cheek and chin
3 3 7 7 -7 7 -6*
She says «He is a handsome man
-5 7 -7 -7 7 6 -6* 7
I pray you take him in»
6 5 -4 -3 3 -4 -3

We’ll go no more a roving
3 3 -3 -4 4 -5 -4 -3
A roving in the night
3 3 7 7 -7 7 6
We’ll go no more a roving
-5 7 -8 -7 7 6 -6* 7
Let the moon shine so bright
6 -5 -4 -3 3 -4 -3
We’ll go no more a roving
3 3 -3 -4 4 -5 3

He would not lie within the barn

Nor yet within the byre

But he would in the corner lie

Down by the kitchen fire

O then the beggar’s bed was made

Of good clean sheets and hay

And down beside the kitchen fire

The jolly beggar lay

We’ll go no more a roving

A roving in the night

We’ll go no more a roving

Let the moon shine so bright

We’ll go no more a roving

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 goodman

We’ll go no more a roving

A roving in the night

We’ll go no more a roving

Let the moon shine so bright

We’ll go no more a roving

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’re quite undone

We’ll go no more a roving

A roving in the night

We’ll go no more a roving

Let the moon shine so bright

We’ll go no more a roving

6 6 -6 -7 7 7 -8 8 -8 -8

-6 -7 7 7 7 7 -7 -7 -6 -6

6 6 -6 -7 7 7 -8 8 -8 -8

-6 -7 7 7 7 7 -7 -7 -6 -6 6 6

-3 -4 -4 -4 -4 -4 -4 5 5 -3~ 3
Some people callme the space cowboy yeah!
-3 -3~ 3 3 3 3 3 -3~ -3
Some call me the gangster of lo-ve
-7 -6 6 5 5 5 -4 3 3 -3
Some people callme maurice cause i speak
2 2 3 3 3 3 2 -1 -3 -4 -4 -3 5 -4
of the pompatus of lo-ve people talk a-bout me
-4 5 -3 -3 -4 -4 -4 5 -3 -3~ 3 -3 -2 -1
baby: Say Im doing you wrong do in you wr-on-g
-4 -6 6 5 5 5 -4 3 -3~ -3 3
but dont worry baby cause im right here
3 3 -3~ 3 2 2 -1 3 3 3
right here right here at ho-me. Cause im a
-3 -3 -3 -3 4 4 4 4 -4 5 -3 -3 -3~ 3 3
picker im a grinner im a lover an im a siner
-3 -3 4 -3 -3~ 3 -3~ -3 3 3 3 -3 -3
play my music in the s-u-n Im a joker
-3 -3 4 4 4 4 -4 5 -3 3
Ima smok-er Im a mid-night- tok-er
3 -3 -3 4 -3 -3~ 3 -3~ 3
I sure dont want to hurt no one____

youre the cutest thng that i ever did see
i really love your peaches what to shake your tree. Lovey dovey,
Lovey dovey, lovey dovey all the time: come on baby Ill show you a
real good time.

he John Dunbar Theme from John Barry who also wrote Out of Africa.
This song also sounds great in G.
slow
4 3 4 5 4 7 -8 7 6
-6 6 -5 6 4 -5 -4 4 -4
4 3 4 5 4 7 -8 7 6
-6 -7 7 7 9 8 -8 7 7

A :

-8 8 7

-6 6 6 5 6 6 -6 6 6 -6 7 7 6

8 -8 -8 -8

8 -8 7

-6 6 6 5 6 6 -6 6 6 -6 7 7 6 8 8 -8 7 7 7

B :

9 -9

8 9 9 -8 9 9 7 9 9 -7 9 9 -6 7 7 6

8 -8 -8 -8

9 -9

8 9 9 -8 9 9 7 9 9 -7 9 9 -6 7 7 6 8 8 -8 7 7 7

A nice wee Glasgow childrens folk song just the first verse and chorus
and done in the glasgow venacular!!!Accent..
Based on true life events.

+4 -4 +5 +5 +5 +5 -4 +5 -5 -5 -5 +5
I’m a skyscraper wean ah live on the nineteenth
-4
flair
+5 -5 -5 -5 +5 -5 +6 +6-5 +5
But A’m not going oot tae play any mair
+5 -6 -6 -6(s)-7 +7 +7 +7 -6 +6 +6
’cause since we moved tae Castlemilk, I’m wastin’
-5+5
away
+5 -5 +5-4 -5 +5-4 -5 +5-4 +4
‘Cause I’m gettin’ wan less meal every day.

chorus
+4 -4 +5+5 +5 +5+5 -4 +5 -5-5 -5+5
Oh ye cannae fling pieces oot a twenty storey
-4
flat
-5-5 -5-5 -5-5 +5 -5 +6+6+6 -5 +5
Seven hundred hungry weans’ll testify, to that.
+5 +5 -6-6 -6 -6 +7+7 +7 -6 +6 +6
If it’s butter, cheese or jeely, if the breid is
+6 -5 +5
plain or pan,
+5 -5-5 +5 -4(s)-5-5 +5(s) -4 -5-5
The odds against it reaching earth are ninety-
+5 -4 +4
nine tae wan.

On the first day ma maw flung oot a daud o’ Hovis broon;
It came skytin’ oot the windae and went up insteid o’ doon.
Noo every twenty-seven hoors it comes back intae sight
‘Cause ma piece went intae orbit and became a satellite.

On the second day ma maw flung me a piece oot wance again.
It went and hut the pilot in a fast low-flying plane.
He scraped it aff his goggles, shouting through the intercom,
‘The Clydeside Reds huv giat me wi’ a breid-an-jeely bomb’.

On the third day ma maw thought she would try another throw.
The Salvation Army band was staundin’ doon below.
‘Onward, Christian Soldiers’ was the piece they should’ve played,
But the oompah man was playing a piece an’ marmalade.

We’re wrote away to Oxfam to try an’ get some aid,
An’ a’ the weans in Castlemilk have formed a ‘piece brigade’.
We’re gonnae march to George’s Square demanding civil rights
Like nae mair hooses over piece-flinging height.

6 -6 -7 5 5 6 5 -4 -4 -7 7 -7 -6 6 8 -8
Come all ye lads, draw near to me, that I be not forsaken
8 8 -8 -7 -6 -6 -7 5 -6 -6 -6 -7 5 -4 5 6
This day was lost the Jeannie C. and my living has been taken
-7 -6 6 -7 -6 6 6
I’ll go to sea no more

6 -6 -7 5 5 6 6 5 5 -4 -7 7 -7 -6 6 8 -8
We set out his day in the bright sunrise, the same as any other
8 8 -8 -7 -6 -6 -7 5 6 6 -6 -7 5 -4 5 6
My son and I and old John Price in the boat named for my mother
-7 -6 6 -7 -6 6 6
I’ll go to sea no more

Intro

4 4 4 5 -5 5
4 4 4 5 -5 5
4 4 4 5 -5 5
4 4 4 5 -5 5

6 -5 -5 5 4 6 -5 -5 -5 5
Small Jean Gen-ie, snuck off to the ci-ty
6 -5 -5 -5 5 4 -5 -5 -5 5
Strung out on lasers an slash back blazers
4 6 -5 5 -5 5 4 6 -5 6 -5 5
And ate all the razors while pulling the waiters
7 6 5 -5 5 4 5 4 4 5 4
Talking bout Monroe and walking on snow white
7 6 5 -5 5 4 5 4 4 5 4
New Yorks a go go and ev-ry thing tastes nice
6 -5 5 -5 5
Poor little greenie

Chorus
6 -6 -6 6 -6 6 -6 6
The Jean Gen-ie lives on his back
6 -6 -6 6 7 7 7 -7
The Jean Gen-ie loves chimney stacks
7 7 7 -7 -7 7 -7 7 -8 -6 7
He’s outrageous, he screams and he bawls ____
-7 7 7 -7 7 -7 7 -8 6 -6
The Jean Gen-ie let your self go _________

Verse 2 (same tune)
Sits like a man, but he smiles like a reptile
She loves him, she loves him
But just for a short while
She’ll scratch in the sand
Won’t let go his hand
He says he’s a beautician
And sells you nutrition
And keeps all your dead hair
For making up underwear
Poor little greenie

Chorus

Verse 3 (same tune)
He’s so simple minded, he can’t drive his module
He bites on the neon and sleeps in a capsule
Loves to be loved, loves to be loved

Chorus Three times to fade

By: Tom Delaney
Harry Connick Jr, Bix Beiderbecke
Key: Eb

7 -6* 7 -7* 8 -7* 7 -5* 7 7* -7*
Down in Lou-is-ian-a in that sun-ny clime,
-3* 7 -6* 7 7* -7* -7 -7* -8 8 -6 -6
They play a class of mus-ic that is su-per fine,
-3* -3* 7 -6* 7 -7* 8
And it makes no dif-fer-ence
-7* 7-5* 7 7* -7*
if it’s rain or shine,
8 8 -9* -8 8 -8 -7* 7
You can hear that jazz-in’ mus-ic
-6 -5* -6 7 -5*
Play-in’ all the time.
-3* 7 -6* 7 -7* 8-7*
It sounds so pe-cu-liar
7 -5* 7 7* -7*
’cause the mus-ic’s queer,
7 -6* 7 7* -7* -7 -7* -8 8 -6 -6
How its sweet vi-bra-tion seems to fill the air,
7 -6* 7 -7* 8 -7*
Then to you the whole world
7 -5* 7 7* -7*
seems to be in rhyme;
8 -9 -9* -8 8 -8 -7* 7 -6 -5*
You want noth-in’ else but jazz band mus-ic,
-6 7 -5*
all the time.
-7*-7* -7* -6 -7*
Ev-‘ry one that’s nigh
-7*-7* -7* 7 -7*
Nev-er seems to sigh
-9 8* 8 -6 -7*
hear them loud-ly cry:

-8 8 7
Oh, jazz man!
-8 8 -8 8 -8 8-8 8 -6 8 -6
Don’t stop that mus-ic it’s jazz man jazz man
-6 -7* -7* 8 -6 -7* -7* 8 -6 -7* 8 -7*
You know I want to hear it both day and night,
-7* 8 -9 -9* 8 -7* 8
And if you don’t blow it hot
-7* 7 -6 7 -7*
then I don’t feel right,
-7 -7* -8 8 7 -8 8
Now if it’s rag-time, please sir
-8 8 -8 8 -8 8 -6 8 -6
Will you play it in jazz time, Jazz time!
7 7 7 7 7 7 7 7
Don’t want it fast, don’t want it slow;
7 -6 7 -6 7 -6
Take your time, don’t rush it,
7 -6 -7* -7* -7*
play it sweet and low!
-7 -7* -8 8 8 8 8
I’ve got those dog-gone, real gone
8 -9 9 -7* -9*
Jazz band jazz-me blues!

By Monty Norman
Key:G

½ notes this line -4 4 | 4* 4 | -4 4 | 4* 4|
|| 6-6*-6*-6*-6* 666 | 67777 -6*-6*-6* |
6-6*-6*-6*-6* 666 | 67777 -6*-6*-6* |
6-6*-6*-6*-6* 666 | 67777 -6*-66 |
-9*-9… -8-7-8… || repeat from ||

½ notes this line -4 4 | 4* 4 | -4 4 | 4* 4|

|| 67 -9*-9.. 7 | -7*-8.. | 7 (-77)-6* -465*… |
67 -9*-9.. 7 | -7*-8.. | 7 (-77)-6* -465*… ||

66 6-6*6-6* | 77 7-6*6-6* | 66 6-6*6-6* |
77 7-6*6-6* |

-8-8..-4..-8-8 | -4 -8-8-8-8-8 |
½ notes this line -4 4 | 4* 4 |

23 -5*-5 3-4 | -6*-6 -4-5 -7* |
-7 -7-7 -9*-9 |..-6*…

( ) mean grace notes
… mean extend notes or rests
no space between notes usually mean 1/8 & 1/16 notes
one space usually means ¼ notes.

W: Raymond Egan
M: Richard Whiting
Benny Goodman, Django Reinhardt
Key: F

4 -3 4 -3 4 -3 -3
Here’s the Jap-a-nese Sand-man
4 -3 4 -3 4 -3
Sneak-ing on with the dew
4 -3 4 -3 4 -5 4
just an old sec-ond hand man
-3 4 -3 4 -3 3 -2
He’ll buy your old day from you
4 -3 4 -3 4 -3 -3
he will take ev-‘ry sor-row
4 -3 4 -3 4 4*
of the day that is through
6 5* 6 5* 6 5* -4
and he’ll give you to-mor-row
-4 3* -4 3* -4 -3
just to start life a-new
4 -3 4 -3 4 -3 -3
then you’ll be a bit old-er
4 -5 4 -3 3 -2
in the dawn when you wake
-3 -2 -3 -2 -3 -2 -2
and you’ll be a bit bold-er
-3 -2 -3 -2 -3 3
with the new day you make
4 -3 4 -3 4 -3 -3
here’s the Jap-a-nese Sand-man
4 -3 4 -3 4 -6
trade him sil-ver for gold
-5 -3 -5 -3 -5 -3 -3
just an old sec-ond hand man
4 -3 4 -3 3 -2
trad-ing new days for old.

REPEAT

19th C. American lumberjack song
Key: D

-3 -1 2 -2* -3 3 -4 -3
Come all ye jol-ly fel-lows
-1 2 -2* 2 -1 -1 -1
Where-ev-er you may be
-3-4 4 -4 -3 -44 -5 -3
I hope you’ll pay at-ten-tion
-2* 3 -3 -4 -4 -3
And lis-ten un-to me
-3-4 4 -4 -3 -4 4 -5 -3 -3
It’s all a-bout some shan-ty boys
-2* 3 -3 -4 -4 -3
So man-ly and so brave
-2* 2 -1 2 -2* -3 3 -4 -3
‘Twas on a jam on Ger-ry’s Rocks
-1 2 -2* 2 -1 -1 -1
They met their wat-‘ry grave

19th C. American lumberjack song
Key: D
Harp: G

-4 3 -3”-3 -4 4 5 -4
-8 6 -6 -7 -8 7 8 -8
Come all ye jol-ly fel-lows

3 -3” -3 -3” 3 3 3
6 -6 -7 -6 6 6 6
Where-ev-er you may be

-45 -5 5 -4 5-5 6 -4
-88 -9 8 -8 8-9 9 -8
I hope you’ll pay at-ten-tion

-3 4 -4 5 5 -4
-7 7 -8 8 8 -8
And lis-ten un-to me

-4 5 -5 5 -4 5 -5 6 -4 -4
-8 8 -9 8 -8 8 -9 9 -8 -8
It’s all a-bout some shan-ty boys

-3 4 -4 5 5 -4
-7 7 -8 8 8 -8
So man-ly and so brave

-3 -3”3 -3”-3 -4 4 5 -4
-7 -6 6 -6 -7 -8 7 8 -8
‘Twas on a jam on Ger-ry’s Rocks

3 -3”-3 -3” 3 3 3
6 -6 -7 -6 6 6 6
They met their wat-‘ry grave

3 4 4 4 -4 5 5
The it-sy bit-sy spi-der

5 -4 4 -4 5 4
went up the wa-ter spout.

5 5 -5 6 6
Down came the rain and

-5 5 -5 6 5
washed the spi-der out.

4 4 -4 5 5
Out came the sun and

-4 4 -4 5 4
dried up all the rain.

3 3 4 4 4 -4 5 5
So the it-sy bit-sy spi-der

5 -4 4 -4 5 4
went up the spout a-again.

(or play it one octave higher):
6 7 7 7 -8 8 8
8 -8 7 -8 8 7
8 8 -9 9 9
-9 8 -9 9 8
7 7 -8 8 8
-8 7 -8 8 7
6 6 7 7 7 -8 8 8
8 -8 7 -8 8 7

4 6 6 6 -5 5 -5 6
4 -3 3 6 -5 5
6 -6 -6 -6 6 -6 -7 7
-6 6 -5 5 -4 4
6 5 -5 6
-6 6 -5 5 -4 4
6 5 6 7 -6 6
6 6 6 6 -5 5 -5 6 -6 -7 7
-6 6 -5 5 -4 6 4

4- 5 5- 6 6- 6- 7- 6- 7- 8- 6-
כָּל עוֹד
בּ ל בָב פּ
נֽי מָה
6 6 6 5- 5- 5 4- 5 5- 4-
נֶ פֶשׁ יְ
הוּ דֽי הו
מִיּ ה
3 4- 5 5- 6 6- 6- 7- 6- 7- 8- 6-
וּלְ פַאֲ
תֵי מֽז רָח
קָ דֽי מָה
6 6 6 5- 5- 5 4- 5 5- 4-
עַ יִן לְ
צִיּ יוֹן
צוֹ פִיָּ
יה.

4- 8- 8- 8- 7 8- 7 7- 6-
עוֹד לֹא
אָבְ דָה
תּֽקְ וו תֵ
נוּ,
4- 8- 8- 8- 7 8- 7 7- 6-
הַ תּֽקְ
ווָה בַּת
שְׁנוֹת
אַלְ פַּ
יִם,
7 7 7 5- 5- 6 6- 7- 7 6- 6 5-
לִהְ יוֹת
עַם חָפְ
שִׁי בְּ
אַרְ צֵ
נוּ,
6 6 5- 5- 5- 5 4- 5 5- 4-
אֶ רֶץ צִ
יּוֹן י רוּ
שָׁ לָ יִם.
6 6 6 5- 5- 6 6- 7- 7 6- 6 5-
לִהְ יוֹת
עַם חָפְ
שִׁי בְּ
אַרְ צֵ
נוּ,
6 6 5- 5- 5- 5 4- 5 5- 4-
אֶ רֶץ צִ
יּוֹן י רוּ
שָׁ לָ יִם.

Right to Left 🙂

Irish folk song
Key: D
Time: 6/8

3 -2” 2 1 1 1
6 -5 5 4 4 4
By my faith, but I think

1 1 2 1 2 3
4 4 5 4 5 6
You’re all mak-ers of bulls

-2” 3 -2” -1 -1 -1 -1
-5 6 -5 -4 -4 -4 -4
With your brains in your bree-ches

-1 -2” 2 -2” -3”
-4 -5 5 -5 -6
Your arse in your skulls

3 2 1 1 1 1
6 5 4 4 4 4
Get home with your mus-kets

1 2 1 2 3
4 5 4 5 6
And put up your swords

2 -2” -1 -1 -1
5 -5 -4 -4 -4
And look in your books

3 -2” 2 1 1 1
6 -5 5 4 4 4
For the mean-ing of words

3 -3” -3 4 3 3
6 -6 -7 7 6 6
You see now, my hon-eys

3 -3” -3 4 3 3
6 -6 -7 7 6 6
How much you’re mis-tak-en

3 4 -3 -3” 3 2
6 7 -7 -6 6 5
For Con-cord by dis-cord

2 -2” 2 -1 1 1
5 -5 5 -4 4 4
Can nev-er be beat-en

Irish folk song
Key: D
Time: 6/8

-3 3 -2* -1 -1 -1
By my faith, but I think
-1 -1 -2* -1 -2* -3
You’re all mak-ers of bulls
3 -3 3 2 2 2 2
With your brains in your bree-ches
2 3 -2* 3 -4
Your arse in your skulls
-3 -2* -1 -1 -1 -1
Get home with your mus-kets
-1 -2* -1 -2* -3
And put up your swords
-2* 3 2 2 2
And look in your books
-3 3 -2* -1 -1 -1
For the mean-ing of words
-3 -4 4* -5 -3 -3
You see now, my hon-eys
-3 -4 4* -5 -3 -3
How much you’re mis-tak-en
-3 -5 4* -4 -3 -2*
For Con-cord by dis-cord
-2* 3 -2* 2 -1 -1
Can nev-er be beat-en

-5 4 -4 3 3 -1 3 3 -4 3 -4
-5 4 -4 4 -3 -3 2 -3 -3 4 -4 4 6
-5 4 -4 3 3 -1 3 3 -4 3 -4
-5 4 -4 4 -4 4 -3 -5 4 -4 3 3 3

-5 4 -4 3 3 -1 3 3 -4 3 -4
-5 4 -4 4 -3 -3 2 -3 -3 4 -4 4 6
-5 4 -4 3 3 -1 3 3 -4 3 -4
-5 4 -4 4 -4 4 -3 -5 4 -4 3 3 3

7 7 -5 7 7 -5 7 7-5 7 -8 -7 7
6* -5 -6* -6* -5 -6* -6* -5 -6* -7 7 -6* 6
7 7 -5 7 7 5 7 7 -4 7 7 4 -4
4 -3 -5 5 -4 3 3 3

7 7 -5 7 7 -5 7 7-5 7 -8 -7 7
6* -5 -6* -6* -5 -6* -6* -5 -6* -7 7 -6* 6
7 7 -5 7 7 5 7 7 -4 7 7 4 -4
4 -3 -5 5 -4 3 3 3