Leaving of Liverpool

January 13th, 2012

Words and music Traditional

Performed by Marc Gunn
From CD: coming soon
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Fare thee well to you, my own true love,
there were many fare thee wells.
I am bound for California,
a place that I know right well.
So fare the well, my own true love,
when I return united we will be.
It’s not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me,
but my darling when I think of thee.

I am bound on a yankee clipper ship,
Davy Crockett is her name.
And her captain’s name it is Burgess,
and they say that she’s a floating shame.

I sailed with Burgess once before,
and I think I know him well,
If a man’s a sailor he will get along,
if he’s not then he’s sure in Hell.

The ship is in the harbor, love,
and you know I can’t remain,
I know it will be a long long time
before I see you again.

So fare thee well, my own true love,
when I return united we will be.
It’s not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me,
but my darling when I think of thee.

So fare thee well, my own true love,
when I return united we will be.
It’s not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me,
but my darling when I think of thee

 

 Chords

C                      F        C
Fare thee well to you, my own true love,
G
there were many fare thee wells.
C             F    C
I am bound for California,
G         C
a place that I know right well.
G                 F        C
So fare the well, my own true love,
G
when I return united we will be.
C                                    F      C
It’s not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me,
G       C
but my darling when I think of thee.

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Leaving of Liverpool

Johnny Jump Up

January 5th, 2011

Words and music Traditional

Performed by Marc Gunn
From CD: Happy Songs of Death
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I’ll tell you a story that happened to me
One day as I went down to Yore by the sea
The sun it was bright and the day it was warm,
Says I a quiet pint wouldn’t do me no harm

I went in and I called for a bottle of stout
Says the barman, “I’m sorry, all the beer is sold out.
Try whiskey or paddy, ten years in the wood.”
Says I, “I’ll try cider, I’ve heard that it’s good good.”

Oh never, Oh never, Oh never again
If I live to a hundred or a hundred and ten
I fell to the ground and I could not get up
After drinking a quart of the Johnny Jump Up
Ahhh…

After lowering the third I made straight for the yard
Where I bumped into Brody, the big civic guard
Come here to me boy, don’t you know I’m the law?
Well, I up with me fist and I shattered his jaw

He fell to the ground with his knees doubled up
But it wasn’t I hit him, ’twas the Johnny Jump Up
The next thing I met down in Yore by the sea
Was a cripple on crutches and says he to me

I’m afraid for me life I’ll be hit by a car
Won’t you help me on down to the Railway Men’s Bar?
After downing a pint of the cider so sweet
Well, he threw down his crutches and danced on his feet

Well, I went up the lee road, a friend for to see
They call it the madhouse in Cork by the Lea
And when I got there, sure the truth I will tell,
Well, they had the poor bugger locked up in a cell

Said the guard, testing him, say these words if you can
Around the rugged rock the ragged rascal ran
Tell him I’m not crazy, tell him I’m not mad
It was only a sip of the bottle I had

Well, a man died in the mines by the name of McNabb
They washed him and laid him outside on the slab
And after the coroners measurements did take
Well, his wife took him home to a bloody fine wake

About 12 o’clock and the beer it was high
And the corpse he sat up and he says with a sigh
I can’t get to heaven, they won’t let me up
Til I bring them a quart of the Johnny Jump Up

KEY Dm

verse/chorus:
Dm Dm C Dm
Am Am Dm Dm
Dm Dm C Dm
Dm Dm C Dm

Isn’t It Grand, Boys?

December 20th, 2010

Words and music Traditional

Performed by Marc Gunn
From CD: Happy Songs of Death
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Look at the coffin with golden handles
Isn’t it grand boys to be bloody well dead?

Let’s not have a sniffle,
Let’s have a bloody good cry
And always remember the longer you live,
The sooner you’ll bloody well die

Look at the preacher, bloody well santified (bloody sanctimonious)
Isn’t it grand boys to be bloody well dead?

Look at the choir boys, bloody castrati
Isn’t it grand boys to be bloody well dead?

Look at the widow, bloody great female
Isn’t it grand boys to be bloody well dead?

Look at the mourners, bloody great hippocrites
Isn’t it grand boys to be bloody well dead?

Look at the flowers, all bloody wilted
Isn’t it grand boys to be bloody well dead?

Look at the tombstone, bloody great boulder
Isn’t it grand boys to be bloody well dead?

Look at the whiskey, in buckets and bottles
Isn’t it grand boys to be bloody well dead?

KEY C

verse:
C C F F
C C G G

chorus:
C C C C
F F C C
F F C C
G F C C

Won’t You Come With Me?

December 20th, 2010

Words and music Marc Gunn, June 1, 2006

Performed by Marc Gunn
From CD: Happy Songs of Death
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I left my ship with storms on my mind,
High wind and tossing seas.
I sought a maid with soft green eyes
To take my mind off me.

Hai diddle-dai-dum
Ba du diddle-dai-dum
Ba du diddle-dai diddle-dai dee
Hai diddle-dai-dum
Ba du diddle-dai-dum
Won’t you come with me?

I met a maid by waterside
Gutting the herring clean.
She took my hand, laid down her knife.
As we walked along the beach.
Singing…

She set herself down on a rock
And bade me sit at her feet.
The sun settled down and the wind did blow
The curlets across her cheek.
We sang…

I took her gently in my arms
Our bodies rolling in the sand.
When she pulled the knife out of my side
My body stopped lurching at last.

KEY G

verse:
G C D G
G D G G
G C D G
G D G G

chorus:
C D G-D-G
C D G-D-G

Background

Last night, I was watching Buffy, the Vampire Slayer. I finished and after spending hours in front of the computer, I needed a break. So I decided to improvise a song on my autoharp. Once I had a nice melody, I wrote these lyrics. Then I recorded the song on my new Edirol digital recorder. Ah! There’s nothing like a good murder ballad.

Twa Corbies

December 20th, 2010

Words and music Traditional

Performed by Marc Gunn
From CD: Happy Songs of Death
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As I was walking all alane,
I heard twa corbies making a mane;
The tane unto the t’ither say,
‘Where sall we gang and dine today-o?’

‘In behint yon auld fail dyke,
I wot there lies a new slain knight;
And naebody kens that he lies there,
But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair.

‘His hound is to the hunting game,
His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame,
His lady’s taken another mate,
So we shall mak our dinner sweet.

‘Ye’ll sit on his white hause-bane,
And I’ll pike out his bonny blue een;
Wi ae lock o his gowden hair
We’ll, theek our nest when it grows bare.

‘Mony a one for him makes mane,
But nane sall ken where he is gane;
Oer his white banes, when they we bare,
The wind sall blaw for evermair.’