[ukegeeks-song]
{title: Red is the rose}
{artist: traditional}
Come [C]over the [Am]hills, my [Dm]bonny Irish [G]lass
Come [C]over the [Am]hills to your [F]dar-[G]ling;
[F]You choose the [C]rose, love, [Dm]and I’ll make the [F]vow
[G7]And [C]I’ll be your [F]true love for-[G7]-e—[C]ver.
{start_of_chorus}
[C]Red is the [Am]rose that in [Dm]yonder garden [G]grows,
And [C]fair is the [Am]lily of the [F]val-[G]ley;
[F]Clear is the [C]water that [Dm]flows from the [F]Boyne
[G7]But [C]my love is [F]fairer than [G7]a—[C]ny.
{end_of_chorus}
[C]’Twas down by Kil[Am]larney’s green [Dm]woods that we [G]strayed
And the [C]moon and the [Am]stars they were [F]shi-[G]ning;
The [F]moon shone its [C]rays on her [Dm]locks of golden [F]hair
[G7]And she [C]swore she’d be [F]my love for-[G7]-e—[C]ver.
{c:chorus}
[C]It’s not for the [Am]parting that [Dm]my sister [G]pains
It’s [C]not for the [Am]grief of my [F]mo-[G]ther,
it´s [F]all for the [C]loss of my [Dm]bonny Irish [F]lass
[G7]That [C]my heart is [F]breaking for-[G7]-e—[C]ver.
{c:chorus}
[/ukegeeks-song]
Waltzing Matilda (Banjo Patterson 1895)
Sozusagen die inoffizielle australische Nationalhymne 🙂
[ukegeeks-song]
{title: Waltzing Matilda}
{artist: Banjo Patterson}
# from Campfire Songbook of Tampa Ukulele Society
1. [C]Once a jolly [G7]swagman [C]camped by a [F]billabong
Under the [C]shade of a [G7]coolabah tree
And he [C]sang as he [G7]watched and [C]waited till his [F]billy boiled
[C]Who’ll come a-waltzing Ma[G7]tilda with [C]me?
{soc}
{c:chorus}
[C]Waltzing Matilda, [F]waltzing Matilda
[C]Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with [G7]me?
And he [C]sang as he [G7]watched
and [C]waited till[F] his billy boiled
[C]Who’ll come a-waltzing Matil[G7]da with [C]me?
{eoc}
2. [C]Down came a [G7]jumbuck [C]to drink at the [F]billabong
Up jumped the [C]swagman and [G7]grabbed him with glee
And he [C]sang as he [G7]shoved that [C]jumbuck in his [F]tucker bag
[C]You’ll come a-waltzing Ma[G7]tilda with [C]me
{c:chorus}
3. [C]Up rode the [G7]squatter, [C]mounted on his [F]thoroughbred
Down came the [C]troopers One, [G7]Two, Three
[C]Where’s that jolly [G7]jumbuck you’ve [C]got in your [F]tuckerbag?
[C]You’ll come a-waltzing Ma[G7]tilda with [C]me.
{c:chorus}
4. [C]Up jumped the [G7]swagman and [C]sprang into that [F]billabong
„You’ll never [C]take me a[G7]live“ said he
And his [C]ghost may be [G7]heard as [C]you pass by that [F]billabong
[C]You’ll come a-waltzing Ma[G7]tilda with [C]me.
{c:chorus}
[/ukegeeks-song]
Molly Malone (trad./James Yorkston 1883)
[ukegeeks-song]
{title: Molly Malone}
{artist: traditional (James Yorkston 1883)}
{define: G frets 0 2 3 2 fingers 0 2 3 1 }
{define: C frets 0 0 0 3 fingers 0 0 0 3 }
{define: Am frets 2 0 0 0 fingers 2 0 0 0}
{define: Em frets 0 4 3 2 fingers 0 4 3 1 add: string 2 fret 2 finger 2}
In [C]Dublin’s fair [Am]city, where the [Dm]girls are so [G]pretty,
I [C]first set my [Em]eyes on sweet [Dm]Molly Ma[G]lone.
As she [C]wheeled her wheel-[Am]barrow,
Through [Dm]streets broad and [G]narrow,
{soc}
Crying, „[C]Cockles and [Em]mussels, a[G]live, alive, [C]oh!“
„A[C]live, alive, [Am]o-oh, a[Dm]live, alive, [G]o-oh“,
Crying „[C]Cockles and [Em]mussels, a[G]live, alive, [C]oh“.
{eoc}
She [C]was a fish[Am]monger, and [Dm]sure 'twas no [G]wonder,
For [C]so were her [Em]father and [Dm]mother be[G]fore.
And they [C]each wheeled their [Am]barrow,
Through [Dm]streets broad and [G]narrow,
{soc}
Crying, „[C]Cockles and [Em]mussels, a[G]live, alive, [C]oh!“
„A[C]live, alive, [Am]o-oh, a[Dm]live, alive, [G]o-oh“,
Crying „[C]Cockles and [Em]mussels, a[G]live, alive, [C]oh“.
{eoc}
She [C]died of a [Am]fever, and [Dm]no one could [G]save her,
And [C]that was the [Em]end of sweet [Dm]Molly Ma[G]lone.
Now her [C]ghost wheels her [Am]barrow,
Through [Dm]streets broad and [G]narrow,
{soc}
Crying, „[C]Cockles and [Em]mussels, a[G]live, alive, [C]oh!“
„A[C]live, alive, [Am]o-oh, a[Dm]live, alive, [G]o-oh“,
Crying „[C]Cockles and [Em]mussels, a[G]live, alive, [C]oh“.
{eoc}
[/ukegeeks-song]