17th C. American folk song
Key: D
Time: 3/4

1 2 2 2 -1 1 1 1
4 5 5 5 -4 4 4 4
There was a youth, a cru-el youth

3 -3” -3”-3”3 -2” 3
6 -6 -6 -6 6 -5 6
He lived be-side the sea

3 -3” -3” -3” -3 4 4 -3”3
6 -6 -6 -6 -7 7 7 -6 6
Six pret-ty maid-ens he drown-ed

2 1 2 3 -3”3 2 -1 1
5 4 5 6 -6 6 5 -4 4
There by the lone-ly wil-low tree

17th C. American folk song
Key: D
Time: 3/4

-1 -2* -2* -2* 2 -1 -1 -1
There was a youth, a cru-el youth
-3 -4 -4 -4-3 3 -3
He lived be-side the sea
-3 -4 -4 -4 4* -5 -5 -4 -3
Six pret-ty maid-ens he drown-ed
-2* -1 -2* -3 -4 -3-2* 2 -1
There by the lone-ly wil-low tree

American folk song (Civil War)
Peter, Paul, & Mary
Key: G

-1 -1 -1 2 3 3
The cruel war is rag-ing,
-3 -4 -3 3 -4
John-ny has to fight
-3 3 3 -2* 2 2
I want to be with him
2 -1 2 3 3
from morn-ing till night.
-1 -1 -1 2 3 3
I want to be with him,
3 -3 -4 -3 3 -4
it grieves my heart so,
-4 -3 3 3 -2* 2 2
Won’t you let me go with you?
-1 2 3 3
No, my love, no.

By Paul Stookey & Peter Yarrow
Key:G

6 6 6 -6 7 7
The cruel war is rag-ing,
-8 8 -8 -8 8
John-ny has to fight
-8 7 7 -7 -6 -6
I want to be with him
-6 6 -6 7 7
from morn-ing to night.
6 6 6 -6 7 7
I want to be with him,
7 -8 -8 -8 8
it grieves my heart so,
8 -8 7 7 -7 -6 -6
Won’t you let me go with you?
6 -6 7 7
No, my love, no.

6 6 6 -6 7 7
To-mor-row is Sun-day,
-8 8 -8 -8 8
Mon-day is the day
8 -8 7 7 -7 -6 -6
That your cap-tain will call you
-6 6 -6 7 7
and you must o-bey.
6 6 6 -6 7 7
Your cap-tain will call you
7 -8 -8 -8 8
it grieves my heart so,
8 -8 7 7 -7 -6 -6
Won’t you let me go with you?
6 -6 7 7
No, my love, no.

6 6 6 -6 7
I’ll tie back my hair,
7 -8 8 -8 -8 8
Men’s cloth-ing I’ll put on,
-8 7 7 -7 -6 -6
I’ll pass as your com-rade,
-6 6 -6 7 7
as we march a-long.

6 6 6 -6 7 7
I’ll pass as your com-rade,
7 -8 8 -8 -8 8
no one will ev-er know.
8 -8 7 7 -7 -6 -6
Won’t you let me go with you?
6 -6 7 7
No, my love, no.

6 6 6 -6 7 7
Oh John-ny, oh John-ny,
7 -8 8 -8 -8 8
I fear you are un-kind
-8 7 7 -7 7 7
I love you far bet-ter
7 6 -6 7 7
than all of man-kind.
6 6 6 -6 7 7
I love you far bet-ter
7 -8 8 -8 -8 8
than words can e’re ex-press
8 -8 7 7 -7 -6 -6
Won’t you let me go with you?
6 -6 7 7
Yes, my love, yes.
6 -6 -7 7
Yes, my love, yes.

English folk song
Key: A
Time: 2/4

6 6 7 -7 -7 6 7 -7
There was a la-dy lived in York
-7 -7 -7 7 7 -7 -7 7
All a-lone and a-lone-ly
6-5 -5 -6* 6 6 6 -5 -6* 6
She fell in love with her fath-er’s clerk
5* -3 -3 -5 -4 3 -3
Down by the green-wood side-y

English folk song
Key: A
Time: 2/4
Harp: D

-4 -4 -5 6 6 -4 -5 6
-8 -8 -9 9 9 -8 -9 9
There was a la-dy lived in York

6 6 6 -5 -5 6 6 -5
9 9 9 -9 -9 9 9 -9
All a-lone and a-lone-ly

-44 4 5 -4 -4 -4 4 5 -4
-87 7 8 -8 -8 -8 7 8 -8
She fell in love with her fath-er’s clerk

-3 3 3 4 -3” -2” 3
-7 6 6 7 -6 -5 6
Down by the green-wood side-y

By: Sidney Carter
Jackson Browne, Judy Collins
War protest song
Key: Gm

-5 7 -7* -7 7 -5
The sheep’s in the mead-ow
7 7 -7* -7 7
The cow’s in the corn
7 -6 -5* -5 4 -3* -3 -5 -5 3
Now is the time for a child to be born
7 7 -7* -7 7
You’ll cry at the moon
-5 -5 7 -7* -7 -6
And you’ll laugh at the sun
-5 -5 -5 -5 5-5 -5 -3* -3 3
If he’s a boy he’ll car-ry a gun
-5 -5 4 -3* 4 3 3
Sang the crow on the cra-dle

And if it should be that this baby’s a girl
Never you mind if her hair doesn’t curl
With rings on her fingers
And bells on her toes
And a bomber above her wherever she goes
Sang the crow on the cradle

The crow on the cradle
The black and the white
Somebody’s baby is born for a fight
The crow on the cradle
The white and the black
Somebody’s baby is not coming back
Sang the crow on the cradle

Your mother and father
will sweat and they’ll slave
To build you a coffin and dig you a grave
Hush-a-bye little one, never you weep
For we’ve got a toy that can put you to sleep
Sang the crow on the cradle

Bring me my gun, and I’ll shoot that bird dead
That’s what your mother and father once said
The crow on the cradle, what can we do
Ah, this is a thing that I’ll leave up to you
Sang the crow on the cradle
Sang the crow on the cradle

By: Sidney Carter
Jackson Browne, Judy Collins
War protest song
Key: Gm

5 -6 7 -7 -6 5
The sheep’s in the mead-ow
-6 -6 7 -7 -6
The cow’s in the corn
-6 6 -5 5 -4 4 -3 5 5 -3”
Now is the time for a child to be born
-6 -6 7 -7 -6
You’ll cry at the moon
5 5 -6 7 -7 6
And you’ll laugh at the sun
5 5 5 5 -4 5 5 4 -3 -3”
If he’s a boy he’ll car-ry a gun
5 5 -4 4 -4 -3” -3”
Sang the crow on the cra-dle

And if it should be that this baby’s a girl
Never you mind if her hair doesn’t curl
With rings on her fingers
And bells on her toes
And a bomber above her wherever she goes
Sang the crow on the cradle

The crow on the cradle
The black and the white
Somebody’s baby is born for a fight
The crow on the cradle
The white and the black
Somebody’s baby is not coming back
Sang the crow on the cradle

Your mother and father
will sweat and they’ll slave
To build you a coffin and dig you a grave
Hush-a-bye little one, never you weep
For we’ve got a toy that can put you to sleep
Sang the crow on the cradle

Bring me my gun, and I’ll shoot that bird dead
That’s what your mother and father once said
The crow on the cradle, what can we do
Ah, this is a thing that I’ll leave up to you
Sang the crow on the cradle
Sang the crow on the cradlea

18th C. Irish folk song
Key: G
Time: 3/4

3 4 4 5 4 -3”-3” -2”
6 7 7 8 7 -6 -6 -5
‘Twas ear-ly, ear-ly in the Spring

-2” -4 -4 -4 -3 -4 3 3 3
-5 -8 -8 -8 -7 -8 6 6 6
The birds did whis-tle and sweet-ly sing

3 4 5 6 5 -5 6 5
6 7 8 9 8 -9 9 8
Chang-ing their notes from tree to tree

4 4 -4 5 -5-4
7 7 -8 8 -9-8
And the song they sang

-3 -4 4 4 4
-7 -8 7 7 7
Was “Old Ire-land Free”

18th C. Irish folk song
Key: G
Time: 3/4

-1 3 3 -4 3 2 2 1
‘Twas ear-ly, ear-ly in the Spring
1 -3 -3 -3 -2* -3 -1 -1 -1
The birds did whis-tle and sweet-ly sing
-1 3 -4 -5 -4 4 -5 -4
Chang-ing their notes from tree to tree
3 3 -3 -4 4 -3
And the song they sang
-2* -3 3 3 3
Was “Old Ire-land Free”

Trad. Folk
Key: E
Harp: A

-3 -4 -4 -4 -4 5 -4 -4 -3 3 -3
-7 -8 -8 -8 -8 8 -8 -8 -7 6 -7
You get a line and I’ll get a pole, hon-ey,

-3 -4 -4 -4 -4 5 -4 -4 -4 -3″-3″
-7 -8 -8 -8 -8 8 -8 -8 -8 -6 -6
You get a line and I’ll get a pole, ba-by.

-3 -4 -4 -4 -4 5 -4 -4 -3
-7 -8 -8 -8 -8 8 -8 -8 -7
You get a line and I’ll get a pole,

3 -3″ 3 3 3 3 3 -3 3 3
6 -6 6 6 6 6 6 -7 6 6
And we’ll go fish-in at the craw-dad hole,

3 3 -3 -3″ 3
6 6 -7 -6 6
Hon-ey, ba-by mine.

Sittin’ on the bank ’til my feet get cold, honey,
Sittin’ on the bank ’til my feet get cold, baby,
Sittin’ on the bank ’til my feet get cold,
Lookin’ down that crawdad hole,
Honey, baby mine.

Yonder comes a man with a sack on his back, honey,
Yonder comes a man with a sack on his back, baby,
Yonder comes a man with a sack on his back,
Packin’ all the crawdads he can pack,
Honey, baby mine.

The man fell down and he broke that sack, Honey,
The man fell down and he broke that sack, baby,
The man fell down and he broke that sack,
See those crawdads backing back,
Honey, baby mine.

I heard the duck say to the drake, honey,
I heard the duck say to the d b6e rake, baby,
I heard the duck say to the drake,
There ain’t no crawdads in this lake,
Honey, baby mine.

Trad. Folk
Key: E

3* -4 -4 -4 -4 4* -4 -4 3* 2 3*
You get a line and I’ll get a pole, hon-ey,
3* -4 -4 -4 -4 4* -4 -4 -4 -2*-2*
You get a line and I’ll get a pole, ba-by.
3* -4 -4 -4 -4 4* -4 -4 3*
You get a line and I’ll get a pole,
2 -2* 2 2 2 2 2 3 2 2
And we’ll go fish-in at the craw-dad hole,
2 2 3* -2* 2
Hon-ey, ba-by mine.

Sittin’ on the bank ’til my feet get cold, honey,
Sittin’ on the bank ’til my feet get cold, baby,
Sittin’ on the bank ’til my feet get cold,
Lookin’ down that crawdad hole,
Honey, baby mine.

Yonder comes a man with a sack on his back, honey,
Yonder comes a man with a sack on his back, baby,
Yonder comes a man with a sack on his back,
Packin’ all the crawdads he can pack,
Honey, baby mine.

The man fell down and he broke that sack, Honey,
The man fell down and he broke that sack, baby,
The man fell down and he broke that sack,
See those crawdads backing back,
Honey, baby mine.

I heard the duck say to the drake, honey,
I heard the duck say to the d b6e rake, baby,
I heard the duck say to the drake,
There ain’t no crawdads in this lake,
Honey, baby mine.

Trad. Folk
Key: E

2 3 3 3 3 -3” 3 3 2 1 2
5 6 6 6 6 -6 6 6 5 4 5
8 9 9 9 9 -10 9 9 8 7 8
You get a line and I’ll get a pole, hon-ey,

2 3 3 3 3 -3” 3 3 3 -1 -1
5 6 6 6 6 -6 6 6 6 -4 -4
8 9 9 9 9 -10 9 9 9 -8 -8
You get a line and I’ll get a pole, ba-by.

2 3 3 3 3 -3” 3 3 2
5 6 6 6 6 -6 6 6 5
8 9 9 9 9 -10 9 9 8
You get a line and I’ll get a pole,

1 -1 1 1 1 1 1 2 1 1
4 -4 4 4 4 4 4 5 4 4
7 -8 7 7 7 7 7 8 7 7
And we’ll go fish-in at the craw-dad hole,

1 1 2 -1 1
4 4 5 -4 4
7 7 8 -8 7
Hon-ey, ba-by mine.

Sittin’ on the bank ’til my feet get cold, honey,
Sittin’ on the bank ’til my feet get cold, baby,
Sittin’ on the bank ’til my feet get cold,
Lookin’ down that crawdad hole,
Honey, baby mine.

Yonder comes a man with a sack on his back, honey,
Yonder comes a man with a sack on his back, baby,
Yonder comes a man with a sack on his back,
Packin’ all the crawdads he can pack,
Honey, baby mine.

The man fell down and he broke that sack, Honey,
The man fell down and he broke that sack, baby,
The man fell down and he broke that sack,
See those crawdads backing back,
Honey, baby mine.

I heard the duck say to the drake, honey,
I heard the duck say to the d b6e rake, baby,
I heard the duck say to the drake,
There ain’t no crawdads in this lake,
Honey, baby mine.

Irish-Nova Scotia tavern song circa 1880’s
Key: Bb

-6 -3* 5 -5 -5* -6 -6 -5
Come list ye, lands-men, all to me
-6 -7* -7* 8 -7 -7*
To tell the truth I’m bound
8 -9 -9 -7* 8 -7 -7*-7* -7* -5
What hap-pened to me by go-ing to sea
-5 -5 -5* -5* -6 -6 -3*
And the won-ders that I found
-6 -3* 5 -5 -5* -6 -6 -5
Ship-wrecked I was one sap-py rouse
-5 -7* -7* 8 -7 -7*
And cast all on the shore
8 -9 -7* 8 -7 -7* -7* -5
So I re-solved to take a cruise
-5 -5* -5* -6 -6 -3*
The coun-try to ex-plore
-3*-3* 5 -5 -5* -5*
To my ri tol loo-ral
-6 7 -7 -6 -7 -7 8 -7 -7*
Lo-ra-li-do Ri-tol loo-ral lay
8 -9 -7* 8 -7 -7 -7* -7*
To my ri tol lol fo-lid-dle
-7* -7* -5
Lol de fol
-5 -5*-5* -6 -6 -3*
To my tol loo-ral lay

Irish-Nova Scotia tavern song circa 1880’s
Key: Bb

3 1 -1 2 -2” 3 3 2
6 4 -4 5 -5 6 6 5
Come list ye, lands-men, all to me

2 4 4 -4 -3 4
5 7 7 -8 -7 7
To tell the truth I’m bound

-4 5 5 4 -4 -3 4 4 4 2
-8 8 8 7 -8 -7 7 7 7 5
What hap-pened to me by go-ing to sea

2 2 -2” -2” 3 3 1
5 5 -5 -5 6 6 4
And the won-ders that I found

3 1 -1 2 -2” 3 3 2
6 4 -4 5 -5 6 6 5
Ship-wrecked I was one sap-py rouse

2 4 4 -4 -3 4
5 7 7 -8 -7 7
And cast all on the shore

-4 5 4 -4 -3 4 4 2
-8 8 7 -8 -7 7 7 5
So I re-solved to take a cruise

2 -2” -2” 3 3 1
5 -5 -5 6 6 4
The coun-try to ex-plore

1 1 -1 2 -2” -2”
4 4 -4 5 -5 -5
To my ri tol loo-ral

3 -3”-3 3 -3 -3 -4 -3 4
6 -6 -7 6 -7 -7 -8 -7 7
Lo-ra-li-do Ri-tol loo-ral lay

-4 5 4 -4 -3 -3 4 4
-8 8 7 -8 -7 -7 7 7
To my ri tol lol fo-lid-dle

4 4 2
7 7 5
Lol de fol

2 -2”-2” 3 3 1
5 -5 -5 6 6 4
To my tol loo-ral lay

Key G 6/8 time

With recognition of the Cowboy

Jules Verne Allen 1883-1945 and some help

From WaltP

Timing marks:-

¼ beat ”

½ beat ’

1 beat .

/ / bar measure lines

//: :// repeat signs

Play between these again

Last/night as I lay on the/prairie… and/

3’ 5’ -4” 4’-4’ 4’ 5’ -4’ 4.~~~ 3’

Look’d at the stars in the/sky… I/

5’” -4” 4’ 4’ -3’ 4’ -4..’ 3’

Wondered if ever a/ cowboy… would/

5’”-4” 4’ -4’4’-4’ -4’ 3.. 3’

Drift to that sweet by an/by?…roll on //

3’” -4” 4’ -3’ 3’ -3’ 4..’ 3” 4”

Roll on/ roll on little doggies/roll on /

-3. ’3.’/ 4’ 4’ 4’-4’ 5’ -5’/ 4.’-3.’/

Roll on/roll on/ roll on little doggies/

-4.’4.’/-3.’4.’/ 4’ 4’ -4’-4’ 5’ -5’/

Roll on/The://

3.’ -3.’ 3’

2v The

road to that bright hap-py/region… is a/

long narrow trail so they/say… and the/

broad one that leads to per-/dition… is/

posted and blazed all the/way… Roll on/

roll on, etc

3v So I’m

Scared that I’ll be a stray year-ling… A/

Maverick unbranded on/

high… and get cut in the bunch with the/

“rusties”…when the/boss of the riders goes/

by… roll on/ roll on/ etc.

Traditional cowboy
Key: C

4 4 6 7 -6 6
One eve-ning, one eve-ning
5 6 6 -4 4
One eve-ning in May,
7 -8 7 -8 8 6
I spied a fair maid-en
55 6 5 6 7
A rak-ing of hay.

7 -8 7 -8 8 6 5
“Good eve-ning, I’m glad of
6 5 6 7
meet-ing you here,
4 4 6 7 -6 6
al-tho’ you’re a la-dy
4 5 6 -4 4
and I’m a ran-ger.”

They walked and they talked
till they came to a spring,
and from his knapsack
he drew a fine violin

“Good eve-ning, I’m glad of
meet-ing you here,
al-tho’ you’re a la-dy
and I’m a ran-ger.”

American folk song
Key: E
Time: 3/4

-4 6 -4 6 6 -6* 7* -7 -7
Last night as I lay on the prai-rie
5* -4 -5* -6* -7 -6* 7 7*
And looked at the stars in the sky
-4 6 -4 6 6 -6* 7* -8 -7
I won-dered if ev-er a cow-boy
5* -5* 5* -4 -7 7* -6* 6
Would drift to that sweet bye-and-bye
6 -6* -4 -6* -6* 7* -7 7* -8
The road to that bright hap-py re-gion
7*-6*-6* -4 -6* -6* 7* -7 7*
Is a dim nar-row trail, so they say
7* -7 -8 -8
While the broad one
-8 -8 -7 7* -8 -7
That heads to per-di-tion
5* -4 -4 5* -7 7* -6* 6
Is post-ed and blazed all the way
-4 7* 5* -7 -6* -5*
Roll on, roll on, roll on
-5* -5* -5* 5* -4 6 -8 6
Lit-tle dog-gies roll on, roll on
-4 7* 5* 8* -7* -8
Roll on, roll on, roll on
-8 -8 -7 7* -6* 6
Lit-tle dog-gies roll on
-4 -4 6 -4 6 6
And I’m scared that I’ll be
-6* 7* -7 -7
A stray year-ling
5* -4 -5* -6* -7 -6* 7 7*
A mave-rick un-brand-ed on high
-4 -4 6 -4 6 6
and get out in the bunch
-6* 7* -8 -7
With the rus-tles
5* 5* -5* 5* -4 -7 7* -6* 6
When the Boss of the Rid-ers goes by

American folk song
Key: D
Time: 2/4

3 3 4 4 5 6 5 -5 -5 -6
6 6 7 7 8 9 8 -9 -9 -10
Oh, a man there lives on the west-ern plains

6 -5 5 5 6 6 5 -4 -4 6
9 -9 8 8 9 9 8 -8 -8 9
With a ton of fight and an ounce of brains

3 4 4 5 6 5 -5 -5 -6
6 7 7 8 9 8 -9 -9 -10
Who herds the cows and robs the trains

-5 5 -5 -5 6 5 -4 4
-9 8 -9 -9 9 8 -8 7
And goes by the name of cow-boy

American folk song
Key: D
Time: 2/4

-3 -3 -5 -5 -6* -7 -6* 7 7 -8
Oh, a man there lives on the west-ern plains
-7 7 -6* -6* -7 -7 -6* 6 6 -7
With a ton of fight and an ounce of brains
-3 -5 -5 -6* -7-6* 7 7 -8
Who herds the cows and robs the trains
7 -6* 7 7 -7 -6* 6 -5
And goes by the name of cow-boy

American folk song
Key: D
Time: 2/4
Harp: G

-1 -1 3 3 -3 -4 -3 4 4 5
-4 -4 6 6 -7 -8 -7 7 7 8
Oh, a man there lives on the west-ern plains

-4 4 -3 -3 -4 -4 -3 -3” -3” -4
-8 7 -7 -7 -8 -8 -7 -6 -6 -8
With a ton of fight and an ounce of brains

-1 3 3 -3 -4-3 4 4 5
-4 6 6 -7 -8-7 7 7 8
Who herds the cows and robs the trains

4 -3 4 4 -4 -3 -3” 3
7 -7 7 7 -8 -7 -6 6
And goes by the name of cow-boy

Trad, Christmas carol
Hayley Westenra, Alison Moyet
Key: C
Time: 3/4

-3 -3 3* -3 4 -4 -3 3*
Lul-lay, thou lit-tle ti-ny Child,
-3 -4 4 -5 -4 -3
Bye-bye lul-loo, lul-lay.
6 -5 5 -4 4 -4 -3 3*
Lul-lay, thou lit-tle ti-ny Child,
-3 3* -3 -5 -4 4*
Bye-bye lul-loo, lul-lay.

-3 -3 3* -3 4 -4 -3 3*
O sis-ters too, how may we do
-3 -4 4 -5 -4 -3
For to pre-serve this day,
6 -5 5 -4 4 -4 -3 3*
This poor Young-ling for whom we sing
-3 3* -3 -5 -4 4*
Bye-bye lul-loo, lul-lay.

-3 -3 3* -3 4 -4 -3 3*
Her-od the king, in his rag-ing,
-3 -4 4 -5 -4 -3
Charg-ed he hath this day;
6 -5 5 -4 4 -4 -3 3*
His men of might, in his own sight,
-3 3* -3 -5 -4 4*
All chil-dren young, to slay.

-3 -3 3* -3 4 -4 -3 3*
Then woe is me, poor Child, for Thee,
-3 -4 4 -5 -4 -3
And ev-er morn and day;
6 -5 5 -4 4 -4 -3 3*
For Thy part-ing nor say nor sing,
-3 3* -3 -5 -4 4*
Bye-bye lul-loo, lul-lay.

W: Thomas La Nelle
Irish folk song
Key: A

6 -6* 7* -4 5* -5 6 5*
On the deck of Pat-rick Lynch’s boat
-45*-55*-44* -3 -3 -3
I sit in woe-ful plight
5* -5 6 6 -7 -8 8* 8*-98*
Thro’ my sigh-ing all the wear-y day
-8-7 7* -6*7* 6 6 6
And weep-ing all the night
5* -5 6 5* -7 -8 8* 8*
Were it not that full of sor-row
-98*-8-7 7* -6*7*6-6*7*6 -7-88*
From my peo-ple forth I go
-8 -7 7 -4 5* -5 6 -5 5*
By the bless-ed sun ‘tis roy-al-ly
-45*-55* -45* -3 -3 -3
I’d sing thy praise May-o

() = depress key

+7 +7 -7 -8

+8 -8 -7

(-6) (-6) +7 -7 -7

-8 -7 +7

-8 -8 +8 -9 -9 -9

+10 +10 +8 -7

(-6) (-6) +7 -7 -7 -7

-8 -7 +7

Irish folk song
Key: G
Time: 6/8

6 8 8 8 8 8 8 9 9 9
-5 -8 -8 -8 -8 -8 -8 -9 -9 -9
I’ll tell you a sto-ry that is no sham

8 -8 7 8 -8 7 7 7
-8 -7 7 -8 -7 7 7 7
In Hol-land lived a mer-chant man

6 8 8 8 8 8 9
-5 -8 -8 -8 -8 -8 -9
And ev-‘ry morn-ing he says

9 9 8 -8 7 8 -8 7 7 7 7
-9-9 -8 -7 7 -8 -7 7 7 7 7
I am the rich-est mer-chant in Am-ster-dam

-6 6 6 -5 5 6 7 -8 8 8 6
6 -5 -5 4 -4 -5 7 -7 -8 -8 -5
Ri tid-dy till o-ri-lo-ri-lad di ti

6 6 -4 5 6 7 -8 7
-5 -5 4 -4 -5 7 -7 7
tid-dy till o-ri-lo-ri lee

Irish folk song
Key: G
Time: 6/8

-5 -8 -8 -8 -8 -8 -8 -9 -9 -9
I’ll tell you a sto-ry that is no sham
-8 -7 7 -8 -7 7 7 7
In Hol-land lived a mer-chant man
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And ev-‘ry morn-ing he says
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I am the rich-est mer-chant in Am-ster-dam
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Ri tid-dy till o-ri-lo-ri-lad di ti
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tid-dy till o-ri-lo-ri lee

C Tenor — Low C

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Hey, Bungalow Bill
<7 -6 -5 7 What did you kill -6 7 <7 7 Bungalow Bill? -7 <7 -7 -8 -7 Hey Bungalow Bill -6 -5 -4 6 What did you kill -5 6 -6 6 Bungalow Bill? 6 -7 -7 -7 -7 8 8 8 8 8 -9 9 -9 9 -9 9 He went out tiger hunting with his elephant and gun--- -7 -7 -7 8 8 8 8 8 -9 9 -9 9 -9 9 In case of accidents he always took his mom--- 6 6 6 6 6 6 6 7 7 7 7 -7 -7 -7 -7 8 He's the all American bullet-headed saxon mother's son. -9 9 9 -9 9 All the children sing 8 -8 8 -9 8 Hey, Bungalow Bill <7 -6 -5 7 What did you kill -6 7 <7 7 Bungalow Bill? -7 <7 -7 -8 -7 Hey Bungalow Bill -6 -5 -4 6 What did you kill -5 6 -6 6 Bungalow Bill? -7 -7 -7 8 8 8 8 8 -9 9 -9 9 -9 9 Deep in the jungle where the mighty tiger lies-- -7 -7 -7 8 8 8 8 8 -9 9 -9 9 -9 9 Bill and his elephants were taken by surprise- 6 6 6 7 7 7 7 -7 -7 -7 -7 8 So Captain Marvel zapped him right between the eyes -9 9 9 -9 9 All the children sing 8 -8 8 -9 8 Hey, Bungalow Bill <7 -6 -5 7 What did you kill -6 7 <7 7 Bungalow Bill? -7 <7 -7 -8 -7 Hey Bungalow Bill -6 -5 -4 6 What did you kill -5 6 -6 6 Bungalow Bill? -7 -7 -7 8 8 8 8 8 -9 9 -9 9 -9 9 The children asked him if to kill was not a sin--- -7 -7 -7 8 8 8 8 8 -9 9 -9 9 -9 9 Not when he looked so fierce, his mommy butted in---- 6 6 6 7 7 7 7 7 -7 -7 -7 -7 8 If looks could kill it would have been us instead of him -9 9 9 -9 9 All the children sing 8 -8 8 -9 8 Hey, Bungalow Bill <7 -6 -5 7 What did you kill -6 7 <7 7 Bungalow Bill? -7 <7 -7 -8 -7 Hey Bungalow Bill -6 -5 -4 6 What did you kill -5 6 -6 6 Bungalow Bill?

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Valjean; Javert

5 -6 5 -6 5 -6 7 <7 7 -6 Valjean, at last, we see each other plain 5 -6 5 -6 5 <-5 5 5 <-3 5 -2 Monsieur le Maire, you’ll wear a different chain -10 9 9 -10 9 9 9 -10 9 9 Before you say another word, Javert -10 9 9 -10 9 9 9 9 -10 9 9 Before you chain me up like a slave again -10 9 9 -10 9 9 9 9 <-7 <7 <-7 Listen to me, there is something I must do -10 9 9 -10 9 9 9 -10 9 9 This woman leaves behind a suffering child -10 9 -10 9 -10 9 9 -10 9 9 There is none but me who can intercede 9 -10 9 -10 8 8 8 <-7 <7 <-7 In mercy’s name, three days are all I need <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-5 <7 <-7 8 Then I’ll return, I pledge my word <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 8 <8 Then I’ll return, you must think me mad <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <7 <-7 8 <8 I’ve hunted you across the years <7 <7 <7 <7 <7 <-7 <7 Men like you can never change <7 <7 7 -6 7 A man such as you 9 -10 9 9 -10 9 9 Believe of me what you will <7 7 -6 <7 7 -6 <7 Men like me can never change -10 9 9 -10 9 9 9 -10 9 9 There is a duty that I’ve sworn to do <-7 <7 7 <-7 <7 7 <-7 Men like you can never change 8 <-7 <7 8 <-7 <7 8 You know nothing of my life 8 8 8 <-7 <7 <-7 No, two four six oh one <-7 <7 7 <-7 <-7 7 <-7 All I did was steal some bread -10 9 9 -10 9 9 My duty’s to the law <7 7 -6 <7 7 -6 <7 You know nothing of the world -10 9 9 -10 You have no rights <-7 <7 7 <-7 <7 7 <-7 You would sooner see me dead -10 9 9 -10 9 -10 9 9 Come with me, two four six, oh one 9 -10 9 -10 8 8 8 <-7 <7 <-7 But not before I see this justice done 8 <-7 <7 8 <-7 <7 8 Now the wheel has turned around <-7 <7 7 <-7 <7 7 <-7 Jean Valjean is nothing now -10 -10 -10 -10 -10 -10 -10 I am warning you, Javert <7 7 -6 <7 7 -6 <7 Dare you speak to me of crime -10 -10 -10 -10 -10 -10 -10 I’m a stronger man by far <-7 <7 7 <-7 <7 7 <-7 And the price you had to pay -10 -10 -10 -10 -10 -10 -10 There is power in me yet 8 <-7 <7 8 <-7 <7 8 Every man is born in sin -10 <11 -10 -10 <-9 -10 <11 My race is not yet run <-7 <7 7 <-7 <7 7 <-7 Every man must choose his way 8 8 8 8 8 X X I am warning you, Javert <7 7 -6 <7 7 X X You know nothing of Javert 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 There is nothing I won’t dare <-7 <7 7 <-7 <7 7 <-7 I was born inside a jail 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 If I have to kill you here 8 <-7 <7 8 <-7 <7 8 I was born with sc*m like you 8 <-9 8 8 <-7 8 I’ll do what must be done <-7 <7 7 <-7 <7 7 <-7 I am from the gutter too -7 -7 -7 <-7 -7 7 -7 -6 And this I swear to you tonight -6 -6 -6 -6 -6 -6 -6 -6 There is no place for you to hide <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 -7 7 8 -7 7 -6 Your child will live within my care -7 -7 -7 -7 -7 -7 -7 -7 Wherever you may hide away 8 8 8 -9 8 <-7 -7 -6 And I will raise her to the light -7 -7 -7 -7 -7 7 -6 -6 I swear to you, I will be there

By: Billy Ed Wheeler
Judy Collins, Peter, Paul & Mary
Key: A

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Now that our moun-tain is grow-ing
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With peo-ple hun-gry for wealth
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How come it’s you that’s a-‘go-ing
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And I’m left a-lone by my-self

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We used to hunt the cool cav-erns
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Deep in our for-est of green
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Then came the road and the tav-erns
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And you found a new love it seems

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Once I had you and the wild wood
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Now it’s just dust-y road
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And I can’t help from blam-ing your go- ing
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On the com-ing, the com-ing of the roads

Look how they’ve cut all to pieces
Our ancient poplar and oak
And the hillsides are stained with the greases
That burned up the heavens with smoke

You used to curse the bold crewmen
Who stripped the earth of its ores
Now you’ve changed and you’ve gone over to them
And You’ve learned to love what you hated before

Once I thanked God for my treasures
Now like rust, it corrodes
I can’t help bur blaming you going
On the coming, the coming of the roads