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Loch Lomond

December 18, 2012 - Author: Original Abbie

Loch Lomond

Loch Lomond
Traditional
Arragement by Jennifer Mylod

By yon bonnie banks and by bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond.
where me and my true love won’t ever be again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomond.

CHORUS: Oh – Ye’ll take the high road
and I’ll take the low road,
And I’ll be in Scotland – afore ye;
For me and my true love won’t ever meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond

‘Twas there that we parted – in yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomond,
Where in deep purple hue – the Hieland hills we view,
And the moon comin’ out in the gloamin’.

The wee birdies sing, and the wild flowers spring
And in sunshine the waters are – sleeping
But the broken heart, will never spring again
Though the wae ful may cease fae their greating

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Maggie (When you & I were Young, Maggie

- Author: Original Abbie

Maggie
(When you and I were Young, Maggie)

Traditional
Arragement by Jennifer Mylod
I wandered today – to the hill, Maggie.
To watch the scene – below.
The creek, and the rusty old Mill, Maggie
Where we wandered in the long – long ago…

The green grass is gone – from the hill, Maggie
Where once the wild – daisies sprung…
The rusty old Mill, now is still, Maggie
Since you and I – were young…

They say – I am feeble with age, Maggie
My step not as sprite-ly – as then…
My face is a well – written page, Maggie
And time alone… was the pen.

They say we are aged and grey… Maggie
As spray the wild breakers flung…
But to me – you’re as fair as you were, Maggie
When you and I – were young…
When you and I – were young…

 

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Blackbird

- Author: Original Abbie
Blackbird
17/01/07 13:14 Filed in: Blackbird
Blackbird
Traditional
Arragement by Jennifer Mylod

I am a young maiden, my story is sad… 
For once I was carefree – in love with a lad.
He courted me sweetly – by night and by day, 
Ah but now – he has left me – and sailed far away.

CHORUS: Oh if – I was a black bird – could whistle and sing. 
I’d follow the vessel -that my true love sails in. 
And in the top rigging – I would there build my nest. 
And I’d flutter – my wings – o’r his broad, golden chest.

He offered to take me to Donnybrook Fair 
And buy me fine ribbons, to tie them up – in my hair.
And he offered to marry – and to stay by my side,
Ah but then – in the morning – he sailed – with the tide… Chorus

My parents they chide me – they will not agree 
Saying me and my true love – to be married – won’t be. 
Ah but let them deprive me – let them do – what they will 
While there’s breath in my body, he’s the one I want still… chorus

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Ae Fond Kiss

- Author: Original Abbie

Ae Fond Kiss

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Ae Fond Kiss

Traditional – Robert Burns, 1759–1796 
Arrangement by Jennifer Mylod
 

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;     
Ae farewell, alas, for ever!     
Deep in heart-wrung tears – I’ll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I’ll wage thee!

And who shall say – that fortune grieves him     
While the star of hope she leaves him?     
For me – no cheerful – twinkle lights me,     
Just dark despair -around- be-nights me.

Had we never loved so kindly…     
And had we never loved – so blindly,     
Had never met -or never parted,     
We’d have ne’er been broken – hearted.

So fare thee well, my first and fairest,     
Fare thee well, my best and dearest!     
For thine be every joy and treasure,     
Peace, enjoyment, love, and pleasure!

Scotland’s national bard – Robert Burns, wrote this song in December of 1791 for Mrs. Agnes Craig McLehose, who was sailing from Scotland for Jamaica. He sent her these verses – set to the tune of “Rory Dall’s Port”. He died a few years later, at the age of 37.

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Blackbird

17/01/07 13:14 Filed in: Blackbird
Blackbird
Traditional
Arragement by Jennifer Mylod

I am a young maiden, my story is sad… 
For once I was carefree – in love with a lad.
He courted me sweetly – by night and by day, 
Ah but now – he has left me – and sailed far away.

CHORUS: Oh if – I was a black bird – could whistle and sing. 
I’d follow the vessel -that my true love sails in. 
And in the top rigging – I would there build my nest. 
And I’d flutter – my wings – o’r his broad, golden chest.

He offered to take me to Donnybrook Fair 
And buy me fine ribbons, to tie them up – in my hair.
And he offered to marry – and to stay by my side,
Ah but then – in the morning – he sailed – with the tide… Chorus

My parents they chide me – they will not agree 
Saying me and my true love – to be married – won’t be. 
Ah but let them deprive me – let them do – what they will 
While there’s breath in my body, he’s the one I want still… chorus
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Maggie

17/01/07 13:12 Filed in: Maggie

Maggie
(When you and I were Young, Maggie)
Traditional
Arragement by Jennifer Mylod
I wandered today – to the hill, Maggie.
To watch the scene – below.
The creek, and the rusty old Mill, Maggie
Where we wandered in the long – long ago…

The green grass is gone – from the hill, Maggie
Where once the wild – daisies sprung…
The rusty old Mill, now is still, Maggie
Since you and I – were young…

They say – I am feeble with age, Maggie
My step not as sprite-ly – as then…
My face is a well – written page, Maggie
And time alone… was the pen.

They say we are aged and grey… Maggie
As spray the wild breakers flung…
But to me – you’re as fair as you were, Maggie
When you and I – were young…
When you and I – were young…

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Loch Lomond

17/01/07 13:10 Filed in: Loch Lomond

Loch Lomond
Traditional
Arragement by Jennifer Mylod

By yon bonnie banks and by bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond.
where me and my true love won’t ever be again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomond.

CHORUS: Oh – Ye’ll take the high road
and I’ll take the low road,
And I’ll be in Scotland – afore ye;
For me and my true love won’t ever meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond

‘Twas there that we parted – in yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomond,
Where in deep purple hue – the Hieland hills we view,
And the moon comin’ out in the gloamin’.

The wee birdies sing, and the wild flowers spring
And in sunshine the waters are – sleeping
But the broken heart, will never spring again
Though the wae ful may cease fae their greating

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Gypsy-O

- Author: Original Abbie

Gypsy-O

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Gypsy – O
Irish Traditional – additional lyrics by Jennifer Mylod

Arrangement by Jennifer Mylod –
Original song also known as “Wraggle-Taggle Gypsy-O”

There were three young gypsies – came to the door
They came brave and bold-e-o
And the one sang high – and the other sang low
And the other was a wraggle – taggle gypsy-o

It was upstairs and downstairs – the Lady went
To put on her silk and leather-o
While ragged-ragged roamed, all around her door
Then she’s off with the wraggle – taggle gypsy-o

It was late that night – when the Lord came home
Inquiring for his Lady-o
And the servant girls – replied to him all
“She’s away – with the wraggle – taggle gypsy-o…”

Go and saddle for me – my big black steed
Get my horse – so speed-e-o
That I may ride – to seek my bride
Who’s away with the wraggle – taggle gypsy-o

Oh then he rode East – and he rode West
He rode North and South – and so
But as he rode through a wide open field
It was there that he spied his Lady-o

And as he watched the gypsy camp
He saw his Lady – dancing-o
To a fiddled tune – by a wild fireside
And she laughed with the wraggle –taggle gypsy-o…

Oh and why do you leave – your house and land?
Why do you leave your money-o?
And why leave me? Your newly wedded Lord
And follow the wraggle – taggle gypsy-o?

Oh and what care I – for a house and land?
What do I care for money-o
What do I care – for my newly wedded Lord?
I’m away with the wraggle – taggle gypsy-o

But last night you slept – on a goose down bed
With blankets drawn so lovely-o
But tonight you’ll lie in a cold open field
Along with the wraggle – taggle gypsy-o…

Well and what do I care for the goose down bed
Or blankets drawn so lovely-o
For tonight I’ll in a starry open field
In the arms of my wraggle – taggle gypsy-o

So you ride East – and I’ll ride West
You ride high – and I’ll ride low
I’d rather have a kiss – from my poor gypsy’s lips
Than all of your cash and your money-o…

I’d rather have a kiss – from my poor gypsy’s lips
Than all of your cash and your money-o…

 

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