Hotel California – Eagles

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On a dark des-ert high-way, Cool wind in my hair

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Warm smell of co-li-tas, Ris-ing up through the air–

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Up a-head in the dis-tance I saw a shim-mer-ing light

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My head grew hea-vy,and my sight grew dim

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I had to stop for the night

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There she stood in the door-way

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I heard the mis-sion bell

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And I was think-ing to my-self

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This could be Hea-ven or this could be Hell–

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Then she lit up a can-dle And she showed me the way

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There were voi-ces down the cor-ri-dor

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I thought I heard them say

chorus-

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Wel-come to the Ho-tel Cal–i-for–nia

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Such a love-ly place, Such a love-ly place (background)

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Such a love-ly face

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Plen-ty of room at the Ho-tel Cal-i-for–nia

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An-y time of year,An-y time of year (background)

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You can find it here You can find it here

verse2.
Her mind is Tiffany twisted
She’s got the Mercedes Benz
She’s got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
That she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard,
Sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember,
some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain,
Please bring me my wine
He said, We haven’t had
that spirit here since 1969
And still those voices
are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say

chorus-

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely Place,
Such a lovely Place (background)
Such a lovely face,
They’re livin’ it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise,
What a nice surprise (background)
Bring your alibies

verse3.
Mir-rors on the ceil-ing,Pink cham-pagne on ice
And she said, We are all just pris-on-ers here
Of our own de-vice
And in the mast-er’s cham-bers
They gath-ered for the feast
They stab it with their steel-y knives
But they just can’t kill the beast
Last thing I re-mem-ber,
I was run-ning for the door
I had to find the pas-sage back
to the place I was be-fore
Re-lax said the night-man,
We are pro-gramed to re-cieve
You can check out an-y time you like

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But you can nev-er leave




Hotel California (Chrom)

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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
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Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
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Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
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My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
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I had to stop for the night
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There she stood in the doorway;
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I heard the mission bell
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And I was thinking to myself,
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“This could be Heaven or this could be Hell”
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Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
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There were voices down the corridor,
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I thought I heard them say…

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Welcome to the Hotel California
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Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
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Such a lovely face
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Plenty of room at the Hotel California
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Any time of year (Any time of year)
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You can find it here
(Repeat)

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Mirrors on the ceiling,
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The pink champagne on ice
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And she said “We are all just prisoners here, of our own device”
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And in the master’s chambers,
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They gathered for the feast
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They stab it with their steely knives,
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But they just can’t kill the beast
(Repeat This Verse)

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain,
“Please bring me my wine”
He said, “We haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine”
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say…

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They livin’ it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
“Relax, ” said the night man,
“We are programmed to receive.
You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave! ”

This song plays with karaoke music run time 4:28.




I will Survive

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At first I was afraid, I was petrified
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Kept thinkin’ I could never live
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Without you by my side
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But then I spent so many nights
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Thinkin’ how you did me wrong
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And I grew strong
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And I learned how to get along
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And so you’re back, from outer space
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I just walked in to find you here
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With that sad look upon your face
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I should have changed that stupid lock
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I should have made you leave your key
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If I’d ‘ve known for just one second
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You’d be back to bother me

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Go on now go, walk out the door
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Just turn around ~~~ now
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(’cause) you’re not welcome an-y-more
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Weren’t you the one who tried to
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Hurt me with goodbye, did I crumble ?
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Did you think I’d lay down and die
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Oh no not I, I will survive
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Oh as long as I know how to love
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I know I’ll stay alive
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I’ve got all my life to live
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I’ve got all my love to give
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And I’ll survive, I will survive, HEY HEY

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It took all the strength I had
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Not to fall apart
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Kept tryin’ hard to mend the pieces
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Of my broken heart
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And I spent oh so many nights
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Just feelin’ sorry for myself, I used to cry
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But now I hold my head up high
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And you see me, somebody new
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I’m not that chained up little person
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Still in love with you
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And so you feel like droppin’ in
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And just expect me to be free
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Now Im savin’ all my lovin’
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For someone who’s lovin’ me

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Go on now go, walk out the door
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Just turn around ~~~ now
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(’cause) you’re not welcome an-y-more
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Weren’t you the one who tried to
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Hurt me with goodbye, did I crumble ?
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Did you think I’d lay down and die
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Oh no not I, I will survive
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Oh as long as I know how to love
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I know I’ll stay alive
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I’ve got all my life to live
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I’ve got all my love to give
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And I’ll survive, I will survive, HEY HEY
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I’ll sur – vive……




I Will Arise and Go to Jesus

Come ye sin-ners, poor and need-y,
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Weak and wound-ed, sick and sore,
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Je-sus read-y stands to save you,
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Full of pi-ty love and pow’r.
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Chorus:
I will a-rise and go to Je-sus,
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He will em-brace me in his charms,
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In the arms of my dear Sav-iour,
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Oh there are ten thou-sand charms.
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2.
Come ye thirsty, come and welcome
God’s free bounty glorify
True belief and true repentance
Every grace that brings you nigh.

3.
Come ye weary, heavy-laden
Lost and ruined by the fall
If you tarry until you’re better
You will never come at all




Just AsI Am

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Ju-st as I a-m, with-o-ut one plea

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But th-at Thy blood was shed for me,

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A-nd that Thou bidd-st me come to The-e

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O Lamb of Go-d, I come, I come!

verse 2
Just as I am, and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot;
To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come!

verse 3
Just as I am, Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because Thy promise I believe,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come!

verse 4
Just as I am, Thy love unknown
Hath broken every barrier down;
Now, to be Thine, yes, Thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come!




On my own

This is my first tab, i tabbed it from the original sheet music using the tab rulers on this website. I think it’s ok. Suggestions are always welcome.

On my own
3 4 4

Pretending he’s beside me
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All alone
3 4 4

I walk with him till morning
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Without him
3 -3’’ -3’’

I feel his arms around me
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And when I lose my way I close my eyes
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And he has found me
5 -4 4 -3’’ 3

In the rain the pavement shines like silver
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All the lights are misty in the river
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In the darkness, the trees are full of starlight
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And all I see is him and me forever and forever
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And I know it’s only in my mind
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That I’m talking to myself and not to him
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And although I know that he is blind
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Still I say, there’s a way for us
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I love him
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But when the night is over
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He is gone
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The river’s just a river
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Without him
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The world around me changes
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The trees are bare and everywhere
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The streets are full of strangers
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I love him
3 5 5

But every day I’m learning
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All my life
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I’ve only been pretending
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Without me
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His world will go on turning
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A world that’s full of happiness
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That I have never known
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I love him
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I love him
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I love him
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But only on my own

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So Lonely

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Well, some-one told me yes-ter-day

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That when you throw your love a-way

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You act as if you just don’t care

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You look as if you’re go-ing some-where

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But I just can’t con-vince my-self

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I could-n’t live with no one else

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And I can on-ly play that part

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And sit and nurse my bro-ken heart, so lone-ly

(CHORUS)

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So lone-ly, so lone-ly, so lone-ly

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So lone-ly, so lone-ly, so lone-ly

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So lone-ly, so lone-ly, so lone-ly

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So lone-ly, so lone-ly

VERSEE 2 SAME AS 1
Now no-one’s knocked upon my door
For a thousand years, or more
All made up and nowhere to go
Welcome to this one man show
Just take a seat, they’re always free
No surprise, no mystery
In this theatre that i call my soul
I always play the starring role, so lonely

(CHORUS TWICE)

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I feel lone-ly, I’m so lone-ly, I feel so low

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I feel lone-ly, I’m so lone-ly, I feel so low

ENJOY!!!
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!!




With arms wide open

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Well I just heard the news today
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It seems my life is going to change
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I closed my eyes, begin to pray
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Then tears of joy stream down my face

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With arms wide open
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Under the sunlight
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Welcome to this place
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I’ll show you everything
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With arms wide open

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Well I don’t know if I’m ready
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To be the man I have to be
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I’ll take a breath, take her by my side
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We stand in awe, we’ve created life

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With arms wide open
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Under the sunlight
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Welcome to this place
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I’ll show you everything
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With arms wide open
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Now everything has changed
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I’ll show you love
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I’ll show you everything
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With arms wide open

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If I had just one wish
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Only one demand
4 4 4 -4 -4 4
I hope he’s not like me
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I hope he understands
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That he can take this life
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And hold it by the hand
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And he can greet the world
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With arms wide open…




You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling

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You never close your eyes any more when I kiss
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your lips. And there`s no tenderness like before
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in your finger tips. You`re trying hard not
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to show it,(baby) but baby, baby I know it.

CHORUS
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You`ve Lost That Lovin` Feelin` woh oh that
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lovin` feelin`. You`ve Lost That Lovin` Feelin`
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Now it`s gone gone gone woh 0h 0h 0h

VERSE 2.
Now there`s no welcome look in your eyes when I
reach for you. And girl you`re starting to
criticize little things I do. It makes me just
feel like crying `cause baby something
beautiful`s dying.
CHORUS
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Baby baby I`d get down on my knees for you
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If you would only love me like you used to
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do~~~~~~~~~~~
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We had a love a love a love you don`t find
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ev`ry day~~~~~~~
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So don`t don`t don`t don`t let it slip away~~~~~~
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Baby (baby) baby (baby) I beg you please(beg
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you please~~~~~)please(please)I need your love
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(I need your love)I need your love (I need your
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love~~~~)so bring it on back (bring it on back~)
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So bring it on back(bring it on back~~~)
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Bring back that lovin` feelin` woh oh that lovin`
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feelin`
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Bring back that lovin` feelin` `cause it`s gone
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gone gone and I can`t go on woh oh oh oh




You Ain’t the First (cross harp)

use low A for true octave, but normal is fine

 

-7 -8   8 -7   5   -4 5     6   -6 6

I tried so hard just to get through to you

6 -7 -8   8 -7

But your head’s so far

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From the realness of tr-uth

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

Was it just a come on in the dark

5 -4    5 6   -6   6

Wasn’t meant to last long

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I think you’ve worn your welcome honey

6  5   5 6 -6 6 8 -8 8   -8   -7 6

I’ll just sing you along as I sing you this song

 

-7 -8  8   -7 5

Time can pass slowly

5     6 -6   6

Things always change

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Your day’s been numbered

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And I’ve read your last pa-ge

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You was just a  temporary    lover

5 -4 5 6   -6   6

Honey you ain’t the first

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Lots of others come before you woman

5 -4   5 6   -6   6

Said but you been the worst

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Sa’ you been the worst

 

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So goodbye to you girl

8 -8   7 -8 -8

So long, fa-re-well

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I can’t hear you cryin’

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Your jivin’s bee-n hell

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So look for me walkin’

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Down your street at night

-8 -8 -9 -9 -9 8 -8

I’ll be in with another

8   -8 -8 -8

Deep down inside

5 -4   4 3

Deep down inside




You Ain’t the First

Use low E for true octave, but regular is ok too

 

 

 

5   6   -6 5   -3” 3 -3”   4     -4 4
I tried so hard just to get through to you

4   5     6   -6 5
But your head’s so far

-3”   3 -3” 4   -4 4 -3”
From the realness of tr-uth

-6 6   5 -4 5   -4 5 -4   4
Was it just a come on in the dark

-3” 3   -3” 4   -4   4
Wasn’t meant to last long

4 -6   6     5   -4   5 -4   5 -4
I think you’ve worn your welcome honey

4   -3” -3” 4 -4 4 -6 6 -6   6   5   4
I’ll just sing you along as I sing you this song

 

 

 

5   6 -6   5 -3”
Time can pass slowly

-3”   4 -4   4
Things always change

5   6     -6   5 -4
Your day’s been numbered

-3”   3   -3” 4   -4 4 -3”
And I’ve read your last pa-ge

-6   6   5 -4 5 -4 5 -4 4 3
You was just a temporary lover

 

-3” 3 -3” 4   -4   4
Honey you ain’t the first

 

-6   6 5 -4   5   -4 5   -4 4 3
Lots of others come before you woman

 

-3” 3   -3” 4   -4   4
Said but you been the worst

6   -6   6   5   4
Sa’ you been the worst

6   7 7   7   6   6
So goodbye to you girl

-6 6     -5 6 6
So long, fa-re-well

 

4 7     7   7   -6 6
I can’t hear you cryin’

6   6 6   -5 6   6
Your jivin’s bee-n hell

4   7   7 7 -8 7
So look for me walkin’

7   7     6   6   6
Down your street at night

 

6   6 7   7   7 -6 6
I’ll be in with another

-6   6   6 6
Deep down inside

-3”   3   -2” 1
Deep down inside




San Francisco (Open Your Golden Gate)

1.
6 6 5 6 -6-7 7 -8 7 -6
San Francisco open your golden gate
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you let no stranger wait outside your door
2.
6 6 5 6 -6 -7 7 -8 7 -6
San Francisco here is your wand`ring one
6 -6 6 7 4 -4 4
saying I`ll wander no more
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Other places only make me love you best
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tell me you`re the heart of all the Golden West
3.
6 6 5 6 -6 -7 7 7-6
San Francisco welcome home again
6 -6 7 -8 7 -8 8 7 -8 7
I`m coming home to go roaming no more




Ohio_(Hiv_a_nagy_folyo)

Magyarul:

4 4 5 5 4 4 -4 -4
Megmondtam én, enyém leszel,
-4 -4 5 -5 -5 -5 6 -5 5
És többé már senki nem ölel.
5 -5 6 6 5 5 -5 6 -5
Vár ránk a part, hív a nagy folyó,
6 6 6 -4 -4 5 -4 -4 4
Csobban a víz, hív az Ohio.

Megkértem én szép kedvesem,
Jöjjön velem, sétáljon velem,
Vár ránk a part, hív a nagy folyó,
Csobban a víz, hív az Ohio.

Megmondtam én, enyém leszel…

És amikor átöleltem,
A késemet nekiszegeztem.
Felkiáltott: kérlek, ne ölj meg,
A halálba ne küldj engemet!

Megmondtam én, enyém leszel…

Éjfél után mentem haza,
Jaj, mit tettem, ó én ostoba:
Megöltem őt, akit szerettem,
Mert nem kellett, ó a szerelmem.

Megmondtam én, enyém leszel…

 

Tábortűz mellett, jó társaságban.

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The original lyric in English:

I asked my love to take a walk
To take a walk, just a little walk
Down beside where the waters flow
Down by the banks of the Ohio

And only say that you’ll be mine
In no others arms entwine
Down beside where the waters flow
Down by the banks of the Ohio

I held a knife against his breast
As into my arms he pressed
He cried: “my love, don’t you murder me
I’m not prepared for eternity”

I wandered home ‘tween twelve and one
I cried: “My Lord, what have I done”
I killed the only man I loved
He would not take me for his bride

Any feedback welcome.




Master of the House (Les Miserables)

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Come on, you old pest, fetch a bottle of your best
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What’s the nectar of the day
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Here, try this lot, guaranteed to hit the spot
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Or I’m not Thenardier
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Gissa glass of rum
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Landlord, over here
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Right away, you scum
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Right away, Monsieur
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God, this place has gone to hell
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So you tell me every year
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Mine host Thenardier, he was there, so they say
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At the field of Waterloo
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Got there, it’s true, when the fight was all through
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But he knew just what to do
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Crawling through the mud, so I’ve heard it said
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Picking through the pockets of the English dead
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He made a tidy score from the spoils of war
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My band of soaks, my den of dissolutes
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My dirty jokes, my always pissed as newts
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My sons of whores spend their lives in my inn
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Homing pigeons homing in
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They fly through my doors, and their money’s good as yours
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Ain’t got a clue what he put into this stew
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Must have scraped it off the street
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God, what a wine, Chateau Neuf de Turpentine
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Must have pressed it with his feet
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Landlord, over here
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Where’s the bloody man
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One more for the road
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One more slug of gin
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Just one more or my old man is gonna do me in
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Welcome, Monsieur, sit yourself down
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And meet the best innkeeper in town
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As for the rest, all of them crooks
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Rooking the guests and cooking the books
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Seldom do you see honest men like me
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A gent of good intent who’s content to be
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Master of the house, doling out the charm
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Ready with a handshake and an open palm
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Tells a saucy tale, makes a little stir
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Customers appreciate a bon viveur
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Glad to do a friend a favor, doesn’t cost me to be nice
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But nothing gets you nothing
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Everything has got a little price
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Master of the house, keeper of the zoo
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Ready to relieve them of a sou or two
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Watering the wine, making up the weight
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Picking up their knick-knacks when they can’t see straight
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Everybody loves a landlord, everybody’s bosom friend
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I do whatever pleases
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Jesus, won’t I bleed them in the end
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Master of the house, quick to catch your eye
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Never wants a passerby to pass him by
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Servant to the poor, butler to the great
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Comforter, philosopher, and lifelong mate
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Everybody’s boon companion, everybody’s chaperone
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But lock up your valises
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Jesus, won’t I skin you to the bone
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Enter, Monsieur, lay down your load
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Unlace your boots and rest from the road
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This weighs a ton, travel’s a curse
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But here we strive to lighten your purse
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Here the goose is cooked, here the fat is fried
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And nothing’s overlooked till I’m satisfied
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Food beyond compare, food beyond belief,
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Mix it in a mincer and pretend it’s beef
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Kidney of a horse, liver of a cat
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Filling up the sausages with this and that
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Residents are more than welcome, bridal suite is occupied
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Reasonable charges plus some little extras on the side
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Charge them for the lice, extra for the mice
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Two percent for looking in the mirror twice
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Here a little slice, there a little cut
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Three percent for sleeping with the window shut
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When it comes to fixing prices
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There are lots of tricks he knows
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How it all increases, all the bits and pieces
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Jesus, it’s amazing how it grows
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Master of the house, quick to catch your eye
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Never wants a passerby to pass him by
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Servant to the poor, butler to the great
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Comforter, philosopher, and lifelong mate
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Everybody’s boon companion, give them everything I’ve got
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Dirty bunch of geezers, Jesus, what a sorry little lot
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I used to dream that I would meet a prince
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But God almighty, have you seen what’s happened since
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Master of the house isn’t worth my spit
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Comforter, philosopher, and lifelong shit
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Cunning little brain, regular Voltaire
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Thinks he’s quite a lover but there’s not much there
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What a cruel trick of nature
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Landing me with such a louse
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God knows how I’ve lasted
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Living with this bastard in the house
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Master of the house, master and a half
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Comforter, philosopher, don’t make me laugh
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Servant to the poor, butler to the great
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Hypocrite and toady and inebriate
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Everybody bless the landlord
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Everybody bless his spouse
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Everybody raise a glass
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Raise it up the master’s a*s
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Everybody raise a glass to the master of the house




Jerusalem, O City Fair and High

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Jer – u – sa – lem, O ci – ty fair and high,

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Your tow’rs I yearn to see;

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My long – ing heart to you would glad – ly fly.

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It will not stay with me.

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E – li – jah’s char – iot take me

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A – bove the low – er skies,

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To heav – en’s bliss a – wa–ke me,

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Re – leased from earth – ly ties.

2) O happy day and yet far happier hour,
When wilt you come at last,
When by my gracious Father’s love and pow’r
I see that portal vast?
From heaven’s shining regions
To greet me gladly come
Your blessed angel legions
to bid me welcome home.

3) The partiarchs’ and prophets’ noble train,
With all Christ’s foll’wers true,
Who washed their robes and cleansed sin’s guity stain,
Sing praises ever new!
I see them shine forever,
Resplendent as the sun,
In light diminished never,
Their glorious freeedom won.

4) Unnumbered choirs before the shining throne
Their joyful anthems raise
Till heaven’s arches echo with the tone
Of that great hymn of praise.
And all its host rejoices,
And all its blessed throng
Unite their myriad voices
In one eternal song.




I am waiting by my bonfire

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I am waiting by my bonfire
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while the hours pass,
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while the stars wander and the nights pass by.
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I am waiting for a woman from far away,
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the dearest, the dearest wi–th blue eyes.

I imagined a wandering,
snow-covered flower
and dreamed of a trembling elusive laugh.
I thought I saw my beloved coming
through the woods, over the moors on a snowy night.

Gladly would I carry my dream girl in my hands,
through the brushes over to where my cabin is,
and raise a jubilant cry toward my dear,
“Welcome you who has been expected for lonesome years.”

I am waiting by my charcoal kiln
while the hours pass,
while the woods sing and the clouds drift.
I am waiting for a wandering woman from
far away —
the dearest, the dearest with blue eyes.
Dan Andersson, Swedish Poet (1888-1920) He died young accidently in
his hotelroom. The room had been sprayed with toxic against bugs the
day before….A sad but true story.




Everybody Knows (cross harp)

Note: I hate to be one of those people who only posts half the song, but I can only go by what the songbook gives me. Anyone with a better ear for music than I is welcome to finish this.

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Everybody knows that the dice are loaded

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Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed

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Everybody kno-ws the war is over

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Everybody knows the good guys lost

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Everybody knows the fight was fixed

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The poor stay poor, the rich get rich

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That’s how it goes

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Everybody knows

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Everybody knows that the boat is leaking

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Everybody knows the captain lied

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Everybody got this broken feeling

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Like their father or their dog just died

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Everybody talking to their pockets

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Everybody wants a box of chocolates

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And a long stem rose

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Everybody knows

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Everybody knows that you love me baby

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Everybody knows that you really do

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Everybody knows that you’ve been faithful

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Give or take a night or two

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Everybody knows you’ve been discreet

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But there were so many people you just had to meet

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Without your clothes

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And everybody knows

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Everybody knows, everybody knows

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That’s how it goes

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Everybody knows

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Everybody knows, everybody knows

-3” -3” -3” -3
That’s how it goes

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Everybody knows

And everybody knows that it’s now or never

Everybody knows that it’s me or you

And everybody knows that you live forever

When you’ve done a line or two

Everybody knows the deal is rotten

Old Black Joe’s still pickin’ cotton

For your ribbons and bows

And everybody knows

And everybody knows that the Plague is coming

Everybody knows that it’s moving fast

Everybody knows that the naked man and woman

Are just a shining artifact of the past

Everybody knows the scene is dead

But there’s gonna be a meter on your bed

That will disclose

What everybody knows

And everybody knows that you’re in trouble

Everybody knows what you’ve been through

From the bloody cross on top of Calvary

To the beach of Malibu

Everybody knows it’s coming apart

Take one last look at this Sacred Heart

Before it blows

And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows

That’s how it goes

Everybody knows

Oh everybody knows, everybody knows

That’s how it goes

Everybody knows

Everybody knows




East Virginia

EAST VIRGINIA
Appalachian folk song
Joan Baez
Key: Am

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I was born in east Vir-gin-ia
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North Car-o-lin-a I did roam
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There I met a fair pret-ty maid-en
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Her name and age I do not know

Her hair it was of a brightsome color
And her lips of a ruby red
On her breast she wore white lilies
There I longed to lay my head

Well in my heart you are my darling
And at my door you’re welcome in
At my gate I’ll meet you my darling
If your love I could only win

I’d rather be in some dark holler
Where the sun refused to shine
Than to see you another man’s darling
And to know that you’ll never be mine

Well in the night I’m dreaming about you
In the day I find no rest
Just the thought of you my darling
Sends aching pains all through my breast

Well when I’m dead and in my coffin
With my feet turned toward the sun
Come and sit beside me darling
Come and think on the way you done




Dearer Than Life

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Sweet is the breath

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of the fair, dewy morn.

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Sweet is the spring

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when the roses are born.

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Dear is the light

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of the eyes that we love.

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Dear is our welcome

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when homeward we rose:

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Dearer, still dearer,

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in joy or in strife.

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Dearer than all art thou,

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dearer than life!

verse 2:
Tell me you love me,
again and again!
Parted from thee,
oh! the wearisome pain!
Morn has no beauty,
to equal thy face.
Spring has no lilies,
to equal thy grace!
Dear to me ever,
in joy or in strife.
Dearer than all art thou,
dearer than life.




Dear Hearts and Gentle People

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I love those dear hearts

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and gen-tle peo-ple

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Who live in my home town.

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Be-cause those dear hearts

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and gen-tle peo-ple

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Will nev-er ev-er let you down.

They read the good book
From Fri till Monday
That’s how the weekend goes
I’ve got a dream house
I’ll build there one day
With picket fence and ramblin’ rose

I feel so welcome each time that I return
That my happy heart keeps laughin’ like a clown
I love the dear hearts and gentle people
Who live and love in my home town




ABC Cafe/Red and Black (Les Miserables)

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At Notre Dame the sections are prepared
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At Rue de Bac they’re straining at the leash
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Students, workers, everyone
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There’s a river on the run
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Like the flowing of the tide
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Paris coming to our side
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The time is near
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So near, it’s stirring the blood in their veins
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And yet, beware
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Don’t let the wine go to your brains
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For the army we fight is a dangerous foe
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With the men and the arms that we never can match
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Robert Burns

Robert Burns (25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796), also known familiarly as Rabbie Burns, the National Bard, Bard of Ayrshire and the Ploughman Poet and various other names and epithets, was a Scottish poet and lyricist. He is widely regarded as the national poet of Scotland and is celebrated worldwide. He is the best known of the poets who have written in the Scots language, although much of his writing is in English and a light Scots dialect, accessible to an audience beyond Scotland. He also wrote in standard English, and in these writings his political or civil commentary is often at its bluntest.

He is regarded as a pioneer of the Romantic movement, and after his death he became a great source of inspiration to the founders of both liberalism and socialism, and a cultural icon in Scotland and among the Scottish diaspora around the world. Celebration of his life and work became almost a national charismatic cult during the 19th and 20th centuries, and his influence has long been strong on Scottish literature. In 2009 he was chosen as the greatest Scot by the Scottish public in a vote run by Scottish television channel STV.

As well as making original compositions, Burns also collected folk songs from across Scotland, often revising or adapting them. His poem (and song) “Auld Lang Syne” is often sung at Hogmanay (the last day of the year), and “Scots Wha Hae” served for a long time as an unofficial national anthem of the country. Other poems and songs of Burns that remain well known across the world today include “A Red, Red Rose”, “A Man’s a Man for A’ That”, “To a Louse”, “To a Mouse”, “The Battle of Sherramuir”, “Tam o’ Shanter” and “Ae Fond Kiss”.

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Life and background

Ayrshire

Alloway

Burns was born two miles (3 km) south of Ayr, in Alloway, the eldest of the seven children of William Burnes (1721–1784), a self-educated tenant farmer from Dunnottar in the Mearns, and Agnes Broun (1732–1820), the daughter of a Kirkoswald tenant farmer.

He was born in a house built by his father (now the Burns Cottage Museum), where he lived until Easter 1766, when he was seven years old. William Burnes sold the house and took the tenancy of the 70-acre (280,000 m2) Mount Oliphant farm, southeast of Alloway. Here Burns grew up in poverty and hardship, and the severe manual labour of the farm left its traces in a premature stoop and a weakened constitution.

He had little regular schooling and got much of his education from his father, who taught his children reading, writing, arithmetic, geography, and history and also wrote for them A Manual of Christian Belief. He was also taught by John Murdoch (1747–1824), who opened an “adventure school” in Alloway in 1763 and taught Latin, French, and mathematics to both Robert and his brother Gilbert (1760–1827) from 1765 to 1768 until Murdoch left the parish. After a few years of home education, Burns was sent to Dalrymple Parish School in mid-1772 before returning at harvest time to full-time farm labouring until 1773, when he was sent to lodge with Murdoch for three weeks to study grammar, French, and Latin.

By the age of 15, Burns was the principal labourer at Mount Oliphant. During the harvest of 1774, he was a*sisted by Nelly Kilpatrick (1759–1820), who inspired his first attempt at poetry, “O, Once I Lov’d A Bonnie Lass”. In 1775, he was sent to finish his education with a tutor at Kirkoswald, where he met Peggy Thompson (born 1762), to whom he wrote two songs, “Now Westlin’ Winds” and “I Dream’d I Lay”.

Tarbolton

Despite his ability and character, William Burnes was consistently unfortunate, and migrated with his large family from farm to farm without ever being able to improve his circumstances. At Whitsun, 1777, he removed his large family from the unfavourable conditions of Mount Oliphant to the 130-acre (0.53 km2) farm at Lochlea, near Tarbolton, where they stayed until William Burnes’s death in 1784. Subsequently, the family became integrated into the community of Tarbolton. To his father’s disapproval, Robert joined a country dancing school in 1779 and, with Gilbert, formed the Tarbolton Bachelors’ Club the following year. His earliest existing letters date from this time, when he began making romantic overtures to Alison Begbie (b. 1762). In spite of four songs written for her and a suggestion that he was willing to marry her, she rejected him.

Robert Burns was initiated into the Masonic lodge St David, Tarbolton, on 4 July 1781, when he was 22.

In December 1781, Burns moved temporarily to Irvine to learn to become a flax-dresser, but during the workers’ celebrations for New Year 1781/1782 (which included Burns as a participant) the flax shop caught fire and was burnt to the ground. This venture accordingly came to an end, and Burns went home to Lochlea farm. During this time he met and befriended Captain Richard Brown who encouraged him to become a poet.

He continued to write poems and songs and began a commonplace book in 1783, while his father fought a legal dispute with his landlord. The case went to the Court of Session, and Burnes was upheld in January 1784, a fortnight before he died.

Mauchline

Robert and Gilbert made an ineffectual struggle to keep on the farm, but after its failure they moved to the farm at Mossgiel, near Mauchline, in March, which they maintained with an uphill fight for the next four years. In mid-1784 Burns came to know a group of girls known collectively as The Belles of Mauchline, one of whom was Jean Armour, the daughter of a stonemason from Mauchline.

Love affairs

His first child, Elizabeth “Bess” Burns (1785–1817), was born to his mother’s servant, Elizabeth Paton (1760–circa 1799), while he was embarking on a relationship with Jean Armour, who became pregnant with twins in March 1786. Burns signed a paper attesting his marriage to Jean, but her father “was in the greatest distress, and fainted away”. To avoid disgrace, her parents sent her to live with her uncle in Paisley. Although Armour’s father initially forbade it, they were married in 1788. Armour bore him nine children, three of whom survived infancy.

Burns was in financial difficulties due to his lack of success in farming, and to make enough money to support a family he took up an offer of work in Jamaica from Patrick Douglas of Garrallan, Old Cumnock, whose sugar plantations outside Port Antonio were managed by his brother Charles, under whom Burns was to be a “book keeper” (assistant overseer of slaves). It has been suggested that the position was for a single man, and that he would live in rustic conditions, not likely to be living in the great house at a salary of £30 per annum. Burns’s egalitarian views were typified by “The Slave’s Lament” six years later, but in 1786 the abolitionist movement was just beginning to be broadly active.

At about the same time, Burns fell in love with Mary Campbell (1763–1786), whom he had seen in church while he was still living in Tarbolton. She was born near Dunoon and had lived in Campbeltown before moving to work in Ayrshire. He dedicated the poems “The Highland Lassie O”, “Highland Mary”, and “To Mary in Heaven” to her. His song “Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary, And leave auld Scotia’s shore?” suggests that they planned to emigrate to Jamaica together. Their relationship has been the subject of much conjecture, and it has been suggested that on 14 May 1786 they exchanged Bibles and plighted their troth over the Water of Fail in a traditional form of marriage. Soon afterwards Mary Campbell left her work in Ayrshire, went to the seaport of Greenock, and sailed home to her parents in Campbeltown.

In October 1786, Mary and her father sailed from Campbeltown to visit her brother in Greenock. Her brother fell ill with typhus, which she also caught while nursing him. She died of typhus on 20 or 21 October 1786 and was buried there.

Kilmarnock volume

As Burns lacked the funds to pay for his passage to the West Indies, Gavin Hamilton suggested that he should “publish his poems in the mean time by subscription, as a likely way of getting a little money to provide him more liberally in necessaries for Jamaica.” On 3 April Burns sent proposals for publishing his Scotch Poems to John Wilson, a printer in Kilmarnock, who published these proposals on 14 April 1786, on the same day that Jean Armour’s father tore up the paper in which Burns attested his marriage to Jean. To obtain a certificate that he was a free bachelor, Burns agreed on 25 June to stand for rebuke in the Mauchline kirk for three Sundays. He transferred his share in Mossgiel farm to his brother Gilbert on 22 July, and on 30 July wrote to tell his friend John Richmond that, “Armour has got a warrant to throw me in jail until I can find a warrant for an enormous sum … I am wandering from one friend’s house to another.”

On 31 July 1786 John Wilson published the volume of works by Robert Burns, Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish dialect. Known as the Kilmarnock volume, it sold for 3 shillings and contained much of his best writing, including “The Twa Dogs”, “Address to the Deil”, “Halloween”, “The Cotter’s Saturday Night”, “To a Mouse”, “Epitaph for James Smith”, and “To a Mountain Daisy”, many of which had been written at Mossgiel farm. The success of the work was immediate, and soon he was known across the country.

Burns postponed his planned emigration to Jamaica on 1 September, and was at Mossgiel two days later when he learnt that Jean Armour had given birth to twins. On 4 September Thomas Blacklock wrote a letter expressing admiration for the poetry in the Kilmarnock volume, and suggesting an enlarged second edition. A copy of it was passed to Burns, who later recalled, “I had taken the last farewell of my few friends, my chest was on the road to Greenock; I had composed the last song I should ever measure in Scotland – ‘The Gloomy night is gathering fast’ – when a letter from Dr Blacklock to a friend of mine overthrew all my schemes, by opening new prospects to my poetic ambition. The Doctor belonged to a set of critics for whose applause I had not dared to hope. His opinion that I would meet with encouragement in Edinburgh for a second edition, fired me so much, that away I posted for that city, without a single acquaintance, or a single letter of introduction.”

Edinburgh

On 27 November 1786 Burns borrowed a pony and set out for Edinburgh. On 14 December William Creech issued subscription bills for the first Edinburgh edition of Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish dialect, which was published on 17 April 1787. Within a week of this event, Burns had sold his copyright to Creech for 100 guineas. For the edition, Creech commissioned Alexander Nasmyth to paint the oval bust-length portrait now in the Scottish National Portrait Gallery, which was engraved to provide a frontispiece for the book. Nasmyth had come to know Burns and his fresh and appealing image has become the basis for almost all subsequent representations of the poet. In Edinburgh, he was received as an equal by the city’s men of letters—including Dugald Stewart, Robertson, Blair and others—and was a guest at aristocratic gatherings, where he bore himself with unaffected dignity. Here he encountered, and made a lasting impression on, the 16-year-old Walter Scott, who described him later with great admiration:

His person was strong and robust; his manners rustic, not clownish, a sort of dignified plainness and simplicity which received part of its effect perhaps from knowledge of his extraordinary talents. His features are presented in Mr Nasmyth’s picture but to me it conveys the idea that they are diminished, as if seen in perspective. I think his countenance was more massive than it looks in any of the portraits … there was a strong expression of shrewdness in all his lineaments; the eye alone, I think, indicated the poetical character and temperament. It was large, and of a dark cast, and literally glowed when he spoke with feeling or interest. I never saw such another eye in a human head, though I have seen the most distinguished men of my time.

— Walter Scott

The new edition of his poems brought Burns £400. His stay in the city also resulted in some lifelong friendships, among which were those with Lord Glencairn, and Frances Anna Dunlop (1730–1815), who became his occasional sponsor and with whom he corresponded for many years until a rift developed. He embarked on a relationship with the separated Agnes “Nancy” McLehose (1758–1841), with whom he exchanged passionate letters under pseudonyms (Burns called himself “Sylvander” and Nancy “Clarinda”). When it became clear that Nancy would not be easily seduced into a physical relationship, Burns moved on to Jenny Clow (1766–1792), Nancy’s domestic servant, who bore him a son, Robert Burns Clow, in 1788. He also had an affair with a servant girl, Margaret “May” Cameron. His relationship with Nancy concluded in 1791 with a final meeting in Edinburgh before she sailed to Jamaica for what turned out to be a short-lived reconciliation with her estranged husband. Before she left, he sent her the manuscript of “Ae Fond Kiss” as a farewell.

In Edinburgh, in early 1787, he met James Johnson, a struggling music engraver and music seller with a love of old Scots songs and a determination to preserve them. Burns shared this interest and became an enthusiastic contributor to The Scots Musical Museum. The first volume was published in 1787 and included three songs by Burns. He contributed 40 songs to volume two, and he ended up responsible for about a third of the 600 songs in the whole collection, as well as making a considerable editorial contribution. The final volume was published in 1803.

Dumfriesshire

Ellisland Farm

On his return from Edinburgh in February 1788, he resumed his relationship with Jean Armour and took a lease on Ellisland Farm, Dumfriesshire, settling there in June. He also trained as a gauger or exciseman in case farming continued to be unsuccessful. He was appointed to duties in Customs and Excise in 1789 and eventually gave up the farm in 1791. Meanwhile, in November 1790, he had written his masterpiece, the narrative poem “Tam O’ Shanter”. The Ellisland farm beside the river Nith, now holds a unique collection of Burns’s books, artefacts, and manuscripts and is mostly preserved as when Burns and his young family lived there, and is well worth a visit. About this time he was offered and declined an appointment in London on the staff of The Star newspaper, and refused to become a candidate for a newly created Chair of Agriculture in the University of Edinburgh,  although influential friends offered to support his claims. He did however accept membership of the Royal Company of Archers in 1792.

Lyricist

After giving up his farm, he removed to Dumfries. It was at this time that, being requested to write lyrics for The Melodies of Scotland, he responded by contributing over 100 songs. He made major contributions to George Thomson’s A Select Collection of Original Scottish Airs for the Voice as well as to James Johnson’s Scots Musical Museum. Arguably his claim to immortality chiefly rests on these volumes, which placed him in the front rank of lyric poets. As a songwriter he provided his own lyrics, sometimes adapted from traditional words. He put words to Scottish folk melodies and airs which he collected, and composed his own arrangements of the music including modifying tunes or recreating melodies on the basis of fragments. In letters he explained that he preferred simplicity, relating songs to spoken language which should be sung in traditional ways. The original instruments would be fiddle and the guitar of the period which was akin to a cittern, but the transcription of songs for piano has resulted in them usually being performed in classical concert or music hall styles.  At the 3 week Celtic Connections festival Glasgow each January, Burns songs are often performed with both fiddle and guitar.

Thomson as a publisher commissioned arrangements of “Scottish, Welsh and Irish Airs” by such eminent composers of the day as Franz Haydn and Ludwig van Beethoven, with new lyrics. The contributors of lyrics included Burns. While such arrangements had wide popular appeal, Beethoven’s music was more advanced and difficult to play than Thomson intended.

Burns described how he had to master singing the tune before he composed the words:

My way is: I consider the poetic sentiment, correspondent to my idea of the musical expression, then chuse my theme, begin one stanza, when that is composed—which is generally the most difficult part of the business—I walk out, sit down now and then, look out for objects in nature around me that are in unison or harmony with the cogitations of my fancy and workings of my bosom, humming every now and then the air with the verses I have framed. when I feel my Muse beginning to jade, I retire to the solitary fireside of my study, and there commit my effusions to paper, swinging, at intervals, on the hind-legs of my elbow chair, by way of calling forth my own critical strictures, as my, pen goes.

—Robert Burns

Burns also worked to collect and preserve Scottish folk songs, sometimes revising, expanding, and adapting them. One of the better known of these collections is The Merry Muses of Caledonia (the title is not Burns’s), a collection of bawdy lyrics that were popular in the music halls of Scotland as late as the 20th century. At Dumfries, he wrote his world famous song “A Man’s a Man for A’ That”, which was based on the writings in The Rights of Man by Thomas Paine, one of the chief political theoreticians of the American Revolution. Burns sent the poem anonymously in 1795 to the Glasgow Courier. He was also a radical for reform and wrote poems for democracy, such as – Parcel of Rogues to the Nation, The Slaves Lament and the Rights of Women.

Many of Burns’s most famous poems are songs with the music based upon older traditional songs. For example, “Auld Lang Syne” is set to the traditional tune “Can Ye Labour Lea”, “A Red, Red Rose” is set to the tune of “Major Graham” and “The Battle of Sherramuir” is set to the “Cameronian Rant”.

Failing health and death

Burns’s worldly prospects were perhaps better than they had ever been; but he had become soured, and had alienated many of his friends by freely expressing sympathy with the French and American Revolutions, for the advocates of democratic reform and votes for all men and the Society of the Friends of the People which advocated Parliamentary Reform. His political views came to the notice of his employers, to which he pleaded his innocence. Burns met other radicals at the Globe Inn Dumfries. As an Exciseman he felt compelled to join the Royal Dumfries Volunteers in March 1795. He lived here in Dumfries in a two-storey red sandstone house on Mill Hole Brae, now Burns street which is now a museum. He went on long journeys on horseback, often in harsh weather conditions as an Excise Supervisor. He was kept very busy – as the exciseman, doing reports, father of four young children, song collector and songwriter. As his health began to give way, he began to age prematurely and fell into fits of despondency. The habits of intemperance (alleged mainly by temperance activist James Currie)[ are said to have aggravated his long-standing possible rheumatic heart condition.

On the morning of 21 July 1796, Burns died in Dumfries, at the age of 37. The funeral took place on Monday 25 July 1796, the day that his son Maxwell was born. He was at first buried in the far corner of St. Michael’s Churchyard in Dumfries; a simple “slab of freestone” was erected as his gravestone by Jean Armour, which some felt insulting to his memory. His body was eventually moved to its final location in the same cemetery, the Burns Mausoleum, in September 1817. The body of his widow Jean Armour was buried with his in 1834.

Armour had taken steps to secure his personal property, partly by liquidating two promissory notes amounting to fifteen pounds sterling (about 1,100 pounds at 2009 prices). The family went to the Court of Session in 1798 with a plan to support his surviving children by publishing a four-volume edition of his complete works and a biography written by Dr. James Currie. Subscriptions were raised to meet the initial cost of publication, which was in the hands of Thomas Cadell and William Davies in London and William Creech, bookseller in Edinburgh. Hogg records that fund-raising for Burns’s family was embarrassingly slow, and it took several years to accumulate significant funds through the efforts of John Syme and Alexander Cunningham.

Burns was posthumously given the freedom of the town of Dumfries. Hogg records that Burns was given the freedom of the Burgh of Dumfries on 4 June 1787, 9 years before his death, and was also made an Honorary Burgess of Dumfries.

Through his five surviving children (of 12 born), Burns has over 900 living descendants as of 2019.

Literary style

Burns’s style is marked by spontaneity, directness, and sincerity, and ranges from the tender intensity of some of his lyrics through the humour of “Tam o’ Shanter” and the satire of “Holy Willie’s Prayer” and “The Holy Fair”.

Burns’s poetry drew upon a substantial familiarity with and knowledge of Classical, Biblical, and English literature, as well as the Scottish Makar tradition. Burns was skilled in writing not only in the Scots language but also in the Scottish English dialect of the English language. Some of his works, such as “Love and Liberty” (also known as “The Jolly Beggars”), are written in both Scots and English for various effects.

His themes included republicanism (he lived during the French Revolutionary period) and Radicalism, which he expressed covertly in “Scots Wha Hae”, Scottish patriotism, anticlericalism, class inequalities, gender roles, commentary on the Scottish Kirk of his time, Scottish cultural identity, poverty, sexuality, and the beneficial aspects of popular socialising (carousing, Scotch whisky, folk songs, and so forth).

The strong emotional highs and lows a*sociated with many of Burns’s poems have led some, such as Burns biographer Robert Crawford, to suggest that he suffered from manic depression—a hypothesis that has been supported by analysis of various samples of his handwriting. Burns himself referred to suffering from episodes of what he called “blue devilism”. The National Trust for Scotland has downplayed the suggestion on the grounds that evidence is insufficient to support the claim.

Influence

Britain

Burns is generally classified as a proto-Romantic poet, and he influenced William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, and Percy Bysshe Shelley greatly. His direct literary influences in the use of Scots in poetry were Allan Ramsay and Robert Fergusson. The Edinburgh literati worked to sentimentalise Burns during his life and after his death, dismissing his education by calling him a “heaven-taught ploughman”. Burns influenced later Scottish writers, especially Hugh MacDiarmid, who fought to dismantle what he felt had become a sentimental cult that dominated Scottish literature.

Canada

Burns had a significant influence on Alexander McLachlan and some influence on Robert Service. While this may not be so obvious in Service’s English verse, which is Kiplingesque, it is more readily apparent in his Scots verse.

Scottish Canadians have embraced Robert Burns as a kind of patron poet and mark his birthday with festivities. ‘Robbie Burns Day’ is celebrated from Newfoundland and Labrador[ to Nanaimo. Every year, Canadian newspapers publish biographies of the poet, listings of local events[ and buffet menus. Universities mark the date in a range of ways: McMaster University library organized a special collection and Simon Fraser University’s Centre for Scottish Studies organized a marathon reading of Burns’s poetry. Senator Heath Macquarrie quipped of Canada’s first Prime Minister that “While the lovable [Robbie] Burns went in for wine, women and song, his fellow Scot, John A. did not chase women and was not musical!” ‘Gung Haggis Fat Choy’ is a hybrid of Chinese New Year and Robbie Burns Day, celebrated in Vancouver since the late 1990s.

United States

In January 1864, President Abraham Lincoln was invited to attend a Robert Burns celebration by Robert Crawford; and if unable to attend, send a toast. Lincoln composed a toast.

An example of Burns’s literary influence in the US is seen in the choice by novelist John Steinbeck of the title of his 1937 novel, Of Mice and Men, taken from a line in the second-to-last stanza of “To a Mouse”: “The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men / Gang aft agley.” Burns’s influence on American vernacular poets such as James Whitcomb Riley and Frank Lebby Stanton has been acknowledged by their biographers. When asked for the source of his greatest creative inspiration, singer-songwriter Bob Dylan selected Burns’s 1794 song “A Red, Red Rose” as the lyric that had the biggest effect on his life.

The author J. D. Salinger used protagonist Holden Caulfield’s misinterpretation of Burns’s poem “Comin’ Through the Rye” as his title and a main interpretation of Caulfield’s grasping to his childhood in his 1951 novel The Catcher in the Rye. The poem, actually about a rendezvous, is thought by Caulfield to be about saving people from falling out of childhood.

Russia

Burns became the “people’s poet” of Russia. In Imperial Russia Burns was translated into Russian and became a source of inspiration for the ordinary, oppressed Russian people. In Soviet Russia, he was elevated as the archetypal poet of the people. As a great admirer of the egalitarian ethos behind the American and French Revolutions who expressed his own egalitarianism in poems such as his “Birthday Ode for George Washington” or his “Is There for Honest Poverty” (commonly known as “A Man’s a Man for a’ that”), Burns was well placed for endorsement by the Communist regime as a “progressive” artist. A new translation of Burns begun in 1924 by Samuil Marshak proved enormously popular, selling over 600,000 copies. The USSR honoured Burns with a commemorative stamp in 1956. He remains popular in Russia after the fall of the Soviet Union.

Honours

Landmarks and organisations

Burns clubs have been founded worldwide. The first one, known as The Mother Club, was founded in Greenock in 1801 by merchants born in Ayrshire, some of whom had known Burns. The club set its original objectives as “To cherish the name of Robert Burns; to foster a love of his writings, and generally to encourage an interest in the Scottish language and literature.” The club also continues to have local charitable work as a priority.

Burns’s birthplace in Alloway is now a National Trust for Scotland property called the Robert Burns Birthplace Museum. It includes: the humble Burns Cottage where he was born and spent the first years of his life, a modern museum building which houses more than 5,000 Burns artefacts including his handwritten manuscripts, the historic Alloway Auld Kirk and Brig o Doon which feature in Burns’s masterpiece ‘Tam o Shanter’, and the Burns Monument which was erected in Burns’s honour and finished in 1823. His house in Dumfries is operated as the Robert Burns House, and the Robert Burns Centre in Dumfries features more exhibits about his life and works. Ellisland Farm in Auldgirth, which he owned from 1788 to 1791, is maintained as a working farm with a museum and interpretation centre by the Friends of Ellisland Farm.

Significant 19th-century monuments to him stand in Alloway, Leith, and Dumfries. An early 20th-century replica of his birthplace cottage belonging to the Burns Club Atlanta stands in Atlanta, Georgia. These are part of a large list of Burns memorials and statues around the world.

Organisations include the Robert Burns Fellowship of the University of Otago in New Zealand, and the Burns Club Atlanta in the United States. Towns named after Burns include Burns, New York, and Burns, Oregon.

In the suburb of Summerhill, Dumfries, the majority of the streets have names with Burns connotations. A British Rail Standard Class 7 steam locomotive was named after him, along with a later Class 87 electric locomotive, No. 87035. On 24 September 1996, Class 156 diesel unit 156433 was named “The Kilmarnock Edition” by Jimmy Knapp, General Secretary of the RMT union, at Girvan Station to launch the new “Burns Line” services between Girvan, Ayr, and Kilmarnock, supported by Strathclyde Passenger Transport (SPT).

Several streets surrounding the Frederick Law Olmsted, Jr.’s Back Bay Fens in Boston, Massachusetts, were designated with Burns connotations. A life-size statue was dedicated in Burns’s honour within the Back Bay Fens of the West Fenway neighbourhood in 1912. It stood until 1972 when it was relocated downtown, sparking protests from the neighbourhood, literary fans, and preservationists of Olmsted’s vision for the Back Bay Fens.

There is a statue of Burns in The Octagon, Dunedin, in the same pose as the one in Dundee. Dunedin’s first European settlers were Scots; Thomas Burns, a nephew of Burns, was one of Dunedin’s founding fathers.

A crater on Mercury is named after Burns.

In November 2012, Burns was awarded the title Honorary Chartered Surveyor by The Royal Institution of Chartered Surveyors, the only posthumous membership so far granted by the institution.

The oldest statue of Burns is in the town of Camperdown, Victoria. It now hosts an annual Robert Burns Scottish Festival in celebration of the statue and its history.

Stamps and currency

The Soviet Union was the first country in the world to honour Burns with a commemorative stamp, marking the 160th anniversary of his death in 1956.

The Royal Mail has issued postage stamps commemorating Burns three times. In 1966, two stamps were issued, priced fourpence and one shilling and threepence, both carrying Burns’s portrait. In 1996, an issue commemorating the bicentenary of his death comprised four stamps, priced 19p, 25p, 41p and 60p and including quotes from Burns’s poems. On 22 January 2009, two stamps were issued by the Royal Mail to commemorate the 250th anniversary of Burns’s birth.

Burns was pictured on the Clydesdale Bank £5 note from 1971 to 2009. On the reverse of the note was a vignette of a field mouse and a wild rose in reference to Burns’s poem “To a Mouse”. The Clydesdale Bank’s notes were redesigned in 2009 and, since then, he has been pictured on the front of their £10 note.  In September 2007, the Bank of Scotland redesigned their banknotes to feature famous Scottish bridges. The reverse side of new £5 features Brig o’ Doon, famous from Burns’s poem “Tam o’ Shanter”, and pictures the statue of Burns at that site.

In 1996, the Isle of Man issued a four-coin set of Crown (5/-) pieces on the themes of “Auld Lang Syne”, Edinburgh Castle, Revenue Cutter, and Writing Poems. Tristan da Cunha produced a gold £5 Bicentenary Coin.

In 2009 the Royal Mint issued a commemorative two pound coin featuring a quote from “Auld Lang Syne”.

Musical tributes

In 1976, singer Jean Redpath, in collaboration with composer Serge Hovey, started to record all of Burns’s songs, with a mixture of traditional and Burns’s own compositions. The project ended when Hovey died, after seven of the planned twenty-two volumes were completed. Redpath also recorded four cassettes of Burns’s songs (re-issued as 3 CDs) for the Scots Musical Museum.

In 1996, a musical about Burns’s life called Red Red Rose won third place at a competition for new musicals in Denmark. Robert Burns was played by John Barrowman. On 25 January 2008, a musical play about the love affair between Robert Burns and Nancy McLehose entitled Clarinda premiered in Edinburgh before touring Scotland. The plan was that Clarinda would make its American premiere in Atlantic Beach, FL, at Atlantic Beach Experimental Theatre on 25 January 2013. Eddi Reader has released two albums, Sings the Songs of Robert Burns and The Songs of Robert Burns Deluxe Edition, about the work of the poet.

Alfred B. Street wrote the words and Henry Tucker wrote the music for a song called Our Own Robbie Burns[74] in 1856.

Burns suppers

Burns Night, in effect a second national day, is celebrated on Burns’s birthday, 25 January, with Burns suppers around the world, and is more widely observed in Scotland than the official national day, St. Andrew’s Day. The first Burns supper in The Mother Club in Greenock was held on what was thought to be his birthday on 29 January 1802; in 1803 it was discovered from the Ayr parish records that the correct date was 25 January 1759.

The format of Burns suppers has changed little since. The basic format starts with a general welcome and announcements, followed with the Selkirk Grace. After the grace comes the piping and cutting of the haggis, when Burns’s famous “Address to a Haggis” is read and the haggis is cut open. The event usually allows for people to start eating just after the haggis is presented. At the end of the meal, a series of toasts, often including a ‘Toast to the Lassies’, and replies are made. This is when the toast to “the immortal memory”, an overview of Burns’s life and work, is given. The event usually concludes with the singing of “Auld Lang Syne”.

Greatest Scot

In 2009, STV ran a television series and public vote on who was “The Greatest Scot” of all time. Robert Burns won, narrowly beating William Wallace. A bust of Burns is in the Hall of Heroes of the National Wallace Monument in Stirling.