The Garbage Men

-4 5 6 5 -6 6 -5 -6 -6 4 4 4
Col-lec-ting the gar-bage with a clank and a clink

-4 5 6 5 -6 6 -5 5 -4 -4 6
We emp-ty the rub-bish bins al-though they stink

-4 5 6 5 6 6 6 -6 7 -6 7
We throw all the muck on the back of the truck

-6 -6 6 6 6
Were the gar-bage men

-4 5 6 5 -6 6 -5 6 -3 4 4 4
Col-lec-ting the gar-bage with a clank and a clink

-4 5 6 5 -6 6 -5 5 -4 -4 -4 6
There’s lou-ie and Ro-me-o & ed-die and frank

-4 5 6 5 -6 6 -5 6
From bot-tles to rot-ten ap-ples

-5 4 4 4
ev-ry-thing goes

-6 -6 -6 6 6 7
Hold your nose watch your toes

-6 -6 7 -6 4
Were the gar-bage men

-6 -6 -6 -6 -6 -6 -6 -6 -6
On the truck when you emp-ty a bin

6 -6 -6 6 6 -6
You need a lit-tle luck

6 6 -6 -6 -6
so you don’t fall in (YUCK)

-6 -6 6 -6 -6 -6 6 -6
You grab the lid give it a wrench

-6 -6 6
When you do ooh what a stench

5 6 5 5 6 6 -6 7 7 7
Clank-ing and clink-ing we go on our way

5 6 5 5 6 6 -6 7
Clink-ing a clank-ing we go all day

-4 -4 5 6 5 6 6 6 -6 7 7
Then we emp-ty the truck of our load of muck

-6 -5 6 6 6 7
Hold your nose watch your toes

-6 -6 7 -6 4
Were the gar-bage men




The Gang That Sang «Heart Of My Heart»

By: Ben Ryan
The Four Aces
Key: G

3 -2* 3 -1 2 3 -2* -2*-2 -2*
Heart of my heart, I love that mel-o-dy
-3 3* -3 -1 -3 -3 3 3 -3 -4
Heart of my heart, brings back a mem-o-ry
2 3* -4 -5 4 3* -4 2 2 2 2
When we were kids on the cor-ner of the street
-3 3* 3 -2* 2 -2* 3
We were rough and read-y guys
-3 -5 4* 4 3* -4 -3 -2*
But oh, how we could har-mon-ize
3 -2* 3 -1
Heart of my heart,
2 3 -2* -2* -2 -2*
Meant friends were dear-er then
-3 3* -3 -1 4 -4
Too bad we had to part
-4 -4 4 4* -5 4 -4
I know a tear would glis-ten,
2 -3 3 -2* 3 -2* 2
If once more I could lis-ten
-3 3* -3 2 3 -2* 2 -2* 3
To that gang that sang, «Heart of my heart»




The game of love

Intro
-3 4 5 -5 -5 6 6 -5 -5 6
4 (4,5) 4 -5 (-4,-5) -5 6 (5,6) 6 -5
-5 -3 4 (4,5) (4,5) (4,5) 4 -5 (-4,-5) (-4,-5) (-4,-5)
-5 6 (5,6) (5,6) (5,6) 6 -5 -5

The purpose of a man is to love a woman,
4 5 5 5 4 -5 -5 -4 6 6 -5
The purpose of a woman is to love a man,
4 5 5 5 4 -5 -5 -5 -4 7 6 -5
So come on baby let’s start today, come on baby
4 5 5 5 5 4 5 -5 -5 -5 -5 -5 -5 -4
let’s play
-5 6
The game of love, love, la la la la la love
3 —3 4 4 5 -5 -5 -5 -5 -5 6

It started long ago in the Garden of Eden
4 5 5 5 4-5 -5 -4 6 6 6 -5 4
When Adam said to Eve, baby, you’re for me
4 5 5 5 4 -5 -5 -5 -4 7 6 -5
So come on baby let’s start today, come on baby
4 5 5 5 5 4 5 -5 -5 -5 -5 -5 -5 -4
let’s play
-5 6
The game of love, love, la la la la la love
3 —3 4 4 5 -5 -5 -5 -5 -5 6

Come on baby ’cause the time is right
6 6 6 6 6 6 -5 -5 6
Love your daddy with all your might
-7 6 6 6 6 -5 -5 6
Put your arms around me, hold me tight
6 6 6 6 6 6 -5 -5 6
Play the game of love
6 6 -5 -5 6

The purpose of a man is to love a woman,
4 5 5 5 4 -5 -5 -4 6 6 -5
The purpose of a woman is to love a man,
4 5 5 5 4 -5 -5 -5 -4 7 6 -5
So come on baby let’s start today, come on baby
4 5 5 5 5 4 5 -5 -5 -5 -5 -5 -5 -4
let’s play
-5 6
The game of love, love, la la la la la love
3 —3 4 4 5 -5 -5 -5 -5 -5 6

Come on baby ’cause the time is right
6 6 6 6 6 6 -5 -5 6
Love your daddy with all your might
-7 6 6 6 6 -5 -5 6
Put your arms around me, hold me tight
6 6 6 6 6 6 -5 -5 6
Play the game of love
6 6 -5 -5 6

The game of love baby, la la la la love
6 -6 6 -6 5 6 -6 6 5 6 -6

The game of love baby, la la la la love
-6 7 -7 -6 6 -6 -6 6 5 6 -6




The Gambler (my version)

Each main verse is somewhat different, but they all follow the same
basic pattern.

3 4 4 4 3 4 3
On a warm summer’s evenin’
3 3 -5 6 -6 6 5
on a train bound for nowhere
4 -5 -6 6 5
I met up with the gambler
4 4 4 4 -3 4 -4
we were both too tired to sleep
4 4 4 3 4
So we took turns a starin’
4 -5 -5 6 -6 6 5
out the window at the darkness
4 -5 -5 6 -6 6 5
‘Til boredom overtook us
4 -4 -4 5 -4 4
and he began to speak

Chorus:

5 -4 4 4 3 4 3
You got to know when to hold ’em
4 -5 -6 6 5
know when to fold ’em
4 -5 -6 6 6 5
Know when to walk away
4 -3 4 -4
know when to run
5 -4 4 4 4 3
You never count your money
4 4 -5 -5 6 -6 6 5
when you’re sittin’ at the table
4 5 6 -6 -6 6 5
There’ll be time enough for countin’
-4 -4 5 -4 4
when the dealing’s done




The Gambler (Full with Lyrics)

Listen to the song to get a feel on the timing of the notes. Most
lines have a rest preceding the first note.
Ill add 2nd half after the chorus at a later date. Feel free to rate
it. This is my first tab. Send me a message if you have any inquires.

3 3 4 4 4 4 3
On a warm sum-mer’s even-in’,
4 4 -5 6 -5 6 5
On a train bound for no-where
4 5 6 -6 -6 6 5
I met up with the gam-bler.
4 4 4 5 -4 4 -4
We were both too tired to sleep.
4 4 4 4 4 4 4
So we took turns a-star-in’
3 3 -5 -5 6 -6 6 5
Out the win-dow at the dark-ness.
4 -5 -5 6 -6 6 5
When bore-dom o-ver took us,
3 -4 -4 5 -4 4
And He be-gan to speak.

3 3 4 4 4 4 3
He said, Son, I’ve made my life
4 4 -5 6 -5 6 5
Out of readin’ peo-ple’s fac-es.
4 5 6 -6 -6 6 5
And know-in’ what their cards were
4 4 4 5 -4 4 -4
By the way they held their eyes.
4 4 4 4 4 4 4
And if you don’t mind my say-in’,
3 3 -5 -5 6 -6 6 5
I can see you’re out of ac-es,
4 -5 6 -6 6 5
For a taste of your whis-key,
3 -4 -4 5 -4 4
I’ll give you some ad-vice.

3 4 4 4 4 4 3
So I hand-ed him my bott-le,
4 4 -5 6 -5 6 5
And he drank down my last swal-low.
4 5 6 -6 -6 6 5
Then he bummed a cig-a-rette
4 4 5 -4 4 -4
And asked me for a light.
4 4 4 4 4 4 4
And the night got death-ly qui-et,
3 3 -5 -5 6 -6 6 5
And his face lost all ex-pres-sion.
4 -5 -5 6 -6 6 5
Said, If You’re gon-na play the game, boy,
4 4 4 -4 -4 5 -4 4
You got-ta learn to play it right.

Chorus:
5 -4 4 4
You’ve got to know
4 4 4 3
When to hold ’em,
-5 6 -6 6 5
Know when to fold ’em
-5 6 -6 6 5 4
Know when to walk a-way,
3 4 -3 4 -4
and know when to run.
5 -4 4 4 -4 4 3
You ne-ver count your mon-ey
4 4 -5 -5 6 -6 6 5
When you’re sit-tin’ at the ta-ble.
4 5 6 6 -6 6 6 5
There’ll be time e-nough for count-in’
-4 -4 5 -3 4
When the deal-in’s done.




The Gambler

Chorus
4 4 -3 4 4 4 4 4
You got to know when to hold ’em
-5 6 -6 6 5
Know when to fold ’em
6 6 5 6 6 5
Know when to walk aw-ay
4 -3 4 -4
Know when to run
4 4 -3 4 4 4 4
You nev-er count your mon-ey
3 3 -4 -4 5 -5 5 4
When your sit-tin’ at the ta-ble
4 5 6 6 -6 -6 6 5
There’ll be time en-ough for count-in’
4 4 -4 -4 4
When the dea-lin’s done.




The Galway Shawl (hi-lo)

Dermot O’Brian
Key: G
Time:3/4

4 4 -3 -3”3 -3”-3 4 -4 5 6
7 7 -7 -6 6 -6 -7 7 -8 8 9
In Or-an-mo-re in the coun-ty Gal-way

6 6 -6 5 -4 4 4 5 -4 4 3
9 9 -10 8 -8 7 7 8 -8 7 6
One plea-sant e-ve-ning in the month of May

4 4 -3 -3” 3 -3” -3 4 -4 5 6
7 7 -7 -6 6 -6 -7 7 -8 8 9
I spied a dam-sel she was young and hand-some

6 6 -6 5-4 4 4 5 -4 4 4
9 9 -10 8-8 7 7 8 -8 7 7
Her beau-ty fair-ly took my breath a-way




The Galway Shawl (chrom)

Dermot O’Brian
Key: G
Time:3/4

3 3 -2* 2 -1 2 -2* 3 -3 -4 -5
In Or-an-mo-re in the coun-ty Gal-way
-5 -5 6 -4 -3 3 3 -4 -3 3 -1
One plea-sant e-ve-ning in the month of May
3 3 -2* 2 -1 2 -2* 3 -3 -4 -5
I spied a dam-sel she was young and hand-some
-5 -5 6 -4-3 3 3 -4 -3 3 3
Her beau-ty fair-ly took my breath a-way




The Galway Shawl (12th pos)

Dermot O’Brian
Key: G
Time:3/4
Harp: D

-2”-2”2 -1 1 -1 2 -2” 3 -3” 4
-5 -5 5 -4 4 -4 5 -5 6 -6 7
In Or-an-mo-re in the coun-ty Gal-way

4 4 -4 -3”3 -2” -2”-3” 3 -2” 1
7 7 -8 -6 6 -5 -5 -6 6 -5 4
One plea-sant e-ve-ning in the month of May

-2”-3” 2 -1 1 -1 2 -2” 3 -3” 4
-5 -5 5 -4 4 -4 5 -5 6 -6 7
I spied a dam-sel she was young and hand-some

4 4 -4 -3”3 -2” -2” -3” 3 -2”-2”
7 7 -8 -66 -5 -5 -6 6 -5 -5
Her beau-ty fair-ly took my breath a-way




The Galway Shawl

[V1]
7 7..-7 -6 6.. … ..
In Or-an-mo-ore
-6 -7 7.. -8 8 9.. … ..
in the coun-ty Gal-way
9 9. -10 8..-8 7… ..
One plea-sant e-ve-ning
-8 8 -8.. 7 -6… … ..
in the month of May

7 7.. -7 -6 6.. … ..
I spied a dam-sel
-6 -7 7.. -8 8 9.. … ..
she was young and hand-some
9 9. -10 8..-8 7… .
Her beau-ty fair-ly
-8 8 -8.. 7 7… ..
took my breath a-way

[C]
7 7.. -7 -6 6.. … ..
She wore no je-wels,
7 7.. -8 8 9.. … ..
nor cost-ly dia-monds,
9 9. -10 8..-8 7… ..
No paint or po-ow-der,
-8 8 -8.. 7 -6… … ..
no-o, none at all.

7 7 7.. -7 -6 6.. … ..
But she wore a bon-net
7 7.. -8 8 9.. … ..
with a ribbon on it
9 9. -10 8.. -8 7… .
And round her sho-oul-der
-8 8 -8.. 7 7… ..
was a Gal-way Shawl.

[V2]
We kept on walking, she kept on talking,
’till her father’s cottage came into view.
Says she: «Come in, sir, and meet my father,
And play to please him The Foggy Dew.»

[V3]
She sat me down beside the fire
I could see her father, he was six feet tall.
And soon her mother had the kettle singing
All I could think of was the Galway shawl.

[V4]
I played «The Blackbird» and «The Stack of Barley»,
«Rodney’s Glory» and «The Foggy Dew»,
She sang each note like an Irish linnet.
While the tears flowed from her eyes so blue.

[V5]
‘Twas early, early, all in the morning,
When I hit the road for old Donegal.
She said «Goodbye, sir», she cried
And my heart remains with the Galway shawl.




The Galway Piper (chrom)

Irish folk song
Key: D

-5 -6* -5 -6* -5 -6* 7-6*6-5
Ev-‘ry per-son in the na-tion
5* 6 5* 6 5* 6 -6*6-55*
Or of great or hum-ble sta-tion
-5 -6* -5 -6* -5 -6*-7 -7
Holds in high-est es-ti-ma-tion
7-6*6-5 5*-56-6*-5 -5
Pip-ing Tim of Gal-way
-9 8* -8 7 -6* 7 -7
Loud-ly he can play or low
-9 8*-8 -7 7 -6* -7 6
He can move you fast or slow
-9 8*-8 -7 7 -6* 7 -7
Touch your hearts or stir your toe
-3-45*-5 6 -6* -5 -5
Pip-ing Tim of Gal-way




The Galway Piper

THE GALWAY PIPER
Irish folk song
Key: D

4 5 4 5 4 5 -55 -44
Ev-‘ry per-son in the na-tion
-3 -4 -3 -4 -3 -4 5-4 4-3
Or of great or hum-ble sta-tion
4 5 4 5 4 5 6 6
Holds in high-est es-ti-ma-tion
-55 -44 -34-45 4 4
Pip-ing Tim of Gal-way
7 -7 -6 -5 5 -5 6
Loud-ly he can play or low
7 -7-6 6 -5 5 6 -4
He can move you fast or slow
7 -7-6 6 -5 5 -5 6
Touch your hearts or stir your toe
3-3”-3 -4 5 4 4
Pip-ing Tim of Gal-way




The Galway Hornpipe

A :

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

5 -4 4 5 6 7 -7 7 8 -8 7 -7 -6

6 -6 6 -5 5 -4 4

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

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

B :

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

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

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

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




The Gallows Pole (hi-lo)

English ballad
Key: Bm
Time: 2/4

-3” -3” -3” -3” 4 4 -3”
-6 -6 -6 -6 7 7 -6
Hang-man, hang-man, slack your rope

-3” -3” 4 -4 5
-6 -6 7 -8 8
Slack it for a while

6 6 5 5 4 4 -3” -3”
9 9 8 8 7 7 -6 -6
Think I see my fa-ther com-in’

-3” -3” 4 4 4 -3”
-6 -6 7 7 7 -6
Rid-in’ man-y a mile




The Gallows Pole (chrom)

English ballad
Key: Bm
Time: 2/4

-4 -4 -4 -4 -5 -5 -4
Hang-man, hang-man, slack your rope
-4 -4 -5 6 -6*
Slack it for a while
-7 -7 -6* -6*-5 -5 -4 -4
Think I see my fa-ther com-in’
-4 -4 -5 -5 -5 -4
Rid-in’ man-y a mile




The Gallows Pole (2nd pos)

English ballad
Key: Bm
Time: 2/4
Harp: G

2 2 2 2 3 3 2
5 5 5 5 6 6 5
Hang-man, hang-man, slack your rope

2 2 3 -3” -3
5 5 6 -6 -7
Slack it for a while

-4 -4 -3 -3 3 3 2 2
-8 -8 -7 -7 6 6 5 5
Think I see my fa-ther com-in’

2 2 3 3 3 2
5 5 6 6 6 5
Rid-in’ man-y a mile




The Gal That Got Stuck On Everything She Saw (hi-lo)

By: Uncle Dave Macon
Key: A

3 4 4 4 -3 -3 -3 -3”-3” 3
6 7 7 7 -7 -7 -7 -6 -6 6
Now I’d a young la-dy lived up the street

3 3 -3 -3 -3” -3” -3” -3” -3” 3
6 6 -7 -7 -6 -6 -6 -6 -6 6
She’d get stuck on ev-‘ry young man she’d meet

3 3 3 3 3 3 3 -2” -1 -1
6 6 6 6 6 6 6 -5 -4 -4
Got stuck on the may-or, got stuck on me

-1 -1 -1 -1 -1
-4 -4 -4 -4 -4
In fact she’d get stuck

-1 3 3 2 1 1
-4 6 6 5 4 4
On ev-‘ry-thing she’d see




The Gal That Got Stuck On Everything She Saw (chrom)

By: Uncle Dave Macon
Key: A

6 -7 -7 -7 7* 7* 7* -6* -6* 6
Now I’d a young la-dy lived up the street
6 6 7* 7* -6*-6* -6* -6* -6* 6
She’d get stuck on ev-‘ry young man she’d meet
6 6 6 6 6 6 6 -5 -4 -4
Got stuck on the may-or, got stuck on me
-4 -4 -4 -4 -4
In fact she’d get stuck
-4 6 6 5* -3 -3
On ev-‘ry-thing she’d see




The Furze in Bloom

A :

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

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

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

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

B :

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

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

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

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




The Funny Old Hills

By: Leo Robin & Ralph Rainger
Bing Crosby
Key: F

5 -5 5 -3 -2 3 -2 -2 -1 1
I’m hap-py on the prai-rie all the day
1 -3 3 4 3 4 3 4 3 4
Sing-ing lay-lee-o-lay
4 -5 -6 -6 -5 5 -3 3 -2 -1-2
And the fun-ny old hills sing back and say
1 1 -1 1 1 -1 1 1 -1 1 -3
lay-lee-o lay-lee-o lay-lee-o lay-ee
4 -3 3 -2
from far a-way

-3* -3*-3* -5 -5 -5
Got no gal got no pal
-5 5 5 -3 -3 5
to keep me com-pa-ny
-3*-3*-3* -3* -5 -5 -5 -5
on-ly got the fun-ny old hills
5 5 5 -3 -2 3
sing-ing a-long with me

1 4 -5 -5 -3 -2 3
But I’m hap-py and it’s there
-2 -2 -1 1
I long to stay
1 -3 3 4 3 4 3 4 3 4
Sing-ing lay-lee-o-lay
4 -5 -6 -6 -5 5 -3 3 -2 -1-2
While the fun-ny old hills sing back to say
1 1 -1 1 1 -1 1 1 -1 1 -3
lay-lee-o lay-lee-o lay-lee-o lay-lee
4 -3 3 -2
from far a-way

-3* -3*-3* -5 -5 -5
Got no gal got no pal
-5 5 5 -3 -3 5
to keep me com-pa-ny
-3*-3*-3* -3* -5 -5 -5 -5
on-ly got the fun-ny old hills
5 5 5 -3 -2 3
sing-ing a-long with me




The Funeral of Hearts

This tab is mostly after a midi. I am not entirely sure about the bridge, so let me know if you have improvement suggestions.

-6 -7 7 -7 -6 6
Love’s the funeral of hearts
-6 -7 -7 7 7 -8 ( 8 -8 7 )
And an ode for cruelty
-7 7 -7 -6 6
When angels cry blood
6 -6 -7 -7 7 6 5
On flowers of evil in bloom

(-7) 7 -7 -6 6
The funeral of hearts
-6 -7 -7 7 7 -8 ( 8 -8 7 )
And a plea for mercy
-7 7 -7 -6 6
When love is a gun
6 -6 -7 7 -7 6 5
Separating me from you

-6 -7 7 -7 -7 7 -8 7
She was the sun shining upon
9 -9 (8 -9) 8 -8 8 -8 7 -7 6 -6
The to-o-omb of your hopes a — and dreams so frail
-6 -7 7 -7 -7 7 -8 7
He was the moon pa-inting you
9 9 -9 (8 -9) 8 -8 8 -8 7 -7 6 -6
With its glo-o-o-ow so vulnerable and pale

————————————

Love’s the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom

The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you

She was the wind, carrying in
All the troubles and fears you’ve for years tried to forget
He was the fire, restless and wild
And you were like a moth to that flame

———————-
7 -7 7 -8 -7 -7 7 -8 -7
The heretic seal beyond divine
7 7 -8 8 10 10 10′ -10 9
A prayer to a god who’s deaf and blind
7 -7 7 -8 -7 -7 7 -8 -7
The last rites for souls on fire
7 7 -8 10 10 10′ -10 9
Three little words and a question: why?

——————

Love’s the funeral of hearts
and an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
on flowers of evil in bloom

The funeral of hearts
and a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you

The funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom




The Funeral

34

345

4543

34-45-44-45-44

345-44-45-44-45

4-45-55-44-45-55-4

-34-45-44-34-45-44

654654-45-55-4

-5-4-3-5-4-34-45-44

444445

333334

34

34




The Fun at Donnybrook (tremolo)

6 -5 5 -4 4 -2 4 -4 5 6 -6 6 -6 7 -6 -5 5 -4
6 -6 7 -7 7 -6 7 -6 6 -5 5 -5 6 -5 5 -4 4 -2
4 -4 5 5 6 6 -6 7 -7 7 -6 6 -5 5 (repeat)




The Frozen Logger / Tømmerhoggaren

English version Norwegian version
3 6 6 -5 5 -4 -5
As I sat down one evening,
6 -6 -6 7 -5 6

Into a small cafe,
6 7 7 7 -6 6 -3 -5

A forty year old waitress,
4 -4 -6 6 -5 5
to me these words did say:

 

«I see you are a logger, and not just a common bum,

‘Cause no one but a logger stirs his coffee with his thumb.

 

My lover was a logger, there’s none like him today;

If you poured whisky on it, he’d eat a bale of hay

 

He never shaved his whiskers from off of his horny hide;

He hammered in the bristles, and bit them off inside.

 

My logger came to see me, twas on a winter’s day;

He held me in his fond embrace, which broke three vertebrae.

 

He kissed me when we parted, so hard it broke my jaw;

I could not speak to tell him, he’d forgot his mackinaw.

 

I saw my logger lover, go striding through the snow,

Going gaily homeward, at forty-eight below.

 

The weather it tried to freeze him, it did its very best;

At a hundred degrees below zero, he buttoned up his vest.

 

It froze clear down to China, it froze to the stars above;

At a thousand degrees below zero, it froze my logger love.

 

They tried in vain to thaw him, and if you believe it, sir

They made him into axe blades, to cut the Douglas fir.

 

And so I lost my lover, and to this cafe I’ve come,

And here I wait till someone, stirs his coffee with his thumb.»

 

 

3 6 6 -5 5-4 -5
Ein kveld i kaffihuset
6 -6 -6 7 -5 6
ved disken fekk eg sjå
6 7 7 7 -6 6 -3 -5
ei førti år gamal jente
4 -4 -6 6 -5 5
som sa til meg som så:

 

Eg ser du er tømmerhoggar, for andre knapt du finn som rører rundt i kaffi’n med tommeltotten sin.

 

Min ven var tømmerhoggar, hans make knapt du fann. Eit høystål vætt i whisky var barnemat for han.

 

Han raka aldri skjegget frå huda hard og grå, men slo det inn med slegge og beit det innanfrå.

 

Til meg kom tømmerhoggar’n ein dag då snøen fauk. Han tok så kjærleg kring meg at to-tre ribbein rauk.

 

Så hard var avskilskyssen at kjaken or hengsla spratt; og eg fekk ikkje sagt han at jakka hans låg att.

 

Med song i snø han subba, min kjærast god som gull, og då stod gradestokken på førti under null.

 

Sitt verste freista veret te frøyse venen min, ved hundre grader såg eg han knepte vesten sin.

 

Og havet fraus til botnar, og himfen ligervis, ved tusen grader minus vart venen min til is.

 

Og då han aldri bråna, så hogg dei fliser a’n og smidde okseeggar te hogge Douglas-gran.

 

Så sit eg her og ventar til eg ein annan finn som rører rundt i kaffi’n med tommeltotten sin.




The Frog In The Spring (chrom)

Negro dialect song of the 1840’s
Key: G

-1 3 3 3 -1 2 2 -1
There was a frog, lived in the spring
3 3 -3 -3 3 -3 -4 -3 -3
Sing-song kit-ty won-cha ki-me-o
-1 3 3 3 -1 2 2 -1
Had such a cold he could not sing
3 3 -3 -3 3 -3 -4 3 3
Sing-song kit-ty won-cha ki-me-o
-4 -5 -5 -5 -4 -5 -5
Ki-mo, ky-mo, where-o-where
-5 5 5 -4 -4 -3 -3 -3 -3
Me-he, me-hi and in come Sal-ly
-1 -1 3 3 3 3 -1 -1
Sing-ing, sing-song pen-ny whis-tle
3 3 3 3 -1
Sing-song pus-sy cat
3 3 -3 -3 3 -3 -4 3 3
Sing-song kit-ty won-cha ki-me-o




The Frog In The Spring (hi-lo)

Negro dialect song of the 1840’s
Key: G

3 4 4 4 3 -3”-3” 3
6 7 7 7 6 -6 -6 6
There was a frog, lived in the spring

4 4 -4 -4 4 -4 5 -4 -4
7 7 -8 -8 7 -8 8 -8 -8
Sing-song kit-ty won-cha ki-me-o

3 4 4 4 3 -3” -3” 3
6 7 7 7 6 -6 -6 6
Had such a cold he could not sing

4 4 -4 -4 4 -4 5 4 4
7 7 -8 -8 7 -8 8 7 7
Sing-song kit-ty won-cha ki-me-o

5 6 6 6 5 6 6
8 9 9 9 8 9 9
Ki-mo, ky-mo, where-o-where

6 -5 -5 5 5 -4 -4 -4 -4
9 -9 -9 8 8 -8 -8 -8 -8
Me-he, me-hi and in come Sal-ly

3 3 4 4 4 4 3 3
6 6 7 7 7 7 6 6
Sing-ing, sing-song pen-ny whis-tle

4 4 4 4 3
7 7 7 7 6
Sing-song pus-sy cat

4 4 -4 -4 4 -4 5 4 4
7 7 -8 -8 7 -8 8 7 7
Sing-song kit-ty won-cha ki-me-o




The Friendly Beasts (hi-lo)

Christmas carol
Key: Eb

7 7 -8 8 8 -8 -7 7
4 4 -4 5 5 -4 -3 4
Je-sus our broth-er kind and good

7 9 9 -10 -10-10 9 9 8
4 6 6 -6 -6 -6 6 6 5
Was hum-bly born in a sta-ble rude

8 8 8 -8 -9 8 -8 7 8
5 5 5 -4 -5 5 -4 4 5
And the friend-ly beasts a-round him stood

9 9 -9 8 7 -8 -7 7
6 6 -5 5 4 -4 -3 4
Je-sus our broth-er kind and good

«I» said the donkey shaggy and brown
I carried his mother up hill and down
I carried him safely to Bethlehem town
«I» said the donkey shaggy and brown

And «I» said the cow all white and red
I gave him my manger for a bed
I gave him my hay for to pillow his head
«I» said the cow all white and red

«I» said the sheep with a curly horn
I have him my wool for his blanket warm
And he wore my coat on that Christmas morn
«I» said the sheep with a curly horn

«I» said the dove from the rafters high
Cooed him to sleep that he should not cry
We cooed him to sleep my love and I
«I» said the dove from the rafters high

And «I» said the camel all yellow and black
Over the desert upon my back
I brought him a gift in the wise men’s pack
«I» said the camel all yellow and black

Thus every beast remembering it well
In the stable dark was so proud to tell
Of the gifts that they gave Emmanuel
The gifts that they gave Emmanuela




The Frog In The Spring (2nd pos)

Negro dialect song of the 1840’s
Key: G

-1 3 3 3 -1 2 2 -1
-4 6 6 6 -4 5 5 -4
There was a frog, lived in the spring

3 3 -3” -3” 3 -3” -3 -3”-3”
6 6 -6 -6 6 -6 -7 -6 -6
Sing-song kit-ty won-cha ki-me-o

-1 3 3 3 -1 2 2 -1
-4 6 6 6 -4 5 5 -4
Had such a cold he could not sing

3 3 -3” -3” 3 -3” -3 3 3
6 6 -6 -6 6 -6 -7 6 6
Sing-song kit-ty won-cha ki-me-o

-3 -4 -4 -4 -3 -4 -4
-7 -8 -8 -8 -7 -8 -8
Ki-mo, ky-mo, where-o-where

-4 4 4 -3 -3 -3” -3” -3” -3”
-8 7 7 -7 -7 -6 -6 -6 -6
Me-he, me-hi and in come Sal-ly

-1 -1 3 3 3 3 -1 -1
-4 -4 6 6 6 6 -4 -4
Sing-ing, sing-song pen-ny whis-tle

3 3 3 3 -1
6 6 6 6 -4
Sing-song pus-sy cat

3 3 -3” -3” 3 -3” -3 3 3
6 6 -6 -6 6 -6 -7 6 6
Sing-song kit-ty won-cha ki-me-o




The Frog In The Bog (hi-lo)

Canadian folk song
Key: E
Time: 2/4

3 4 4 4 -4 -4 5 5 5 -5
6 7 7 7 -8 -8 8 8 8 -9
There once was a frog who lived in a bog

-5 6 6 -5 -5 -5 -5 5 5
-9 9 9 -9 -9 -9 -9 8 8
And played a fid-dle in the mid-dle

5 5 -4 -4 -4 -4 4 4
8 8 -8 -8 -8 -8 7 7
Of a pud-dle. What a mud-dle

3 3 3 4 6 6 6 4
6 6 6 7 9 9 9 7
Bet-ter go round. Bet-ter go round




The Frog In The Bog (chrom)

THE FROG IN THE BOG chrom
Canadian folk song
Key: E
Time: 2/4

-4 6 6 6 -6* -6* 7* 7* 7* -7
There once was a frog who lived in a bog
-7 -8 -8 -7 -7 -7 -7 7* 7*
And played a fid-dle in the mid-dle
7* 7*-6* -6* -6* -6* 6 6
Of a pud-dle. What a mud-dle
-4 -4 -4 6 -8 -8 -8 6
Bet-ter go round. Bet-ter go round