Zach’s Songbook

Songs for folks. Songs I like to play the way I like to play ‘em

I noticed that lot of times when people would come over to play music, there was a lot of time spent looking up chords and lyrics. And since it’s folk music, most of the time the version on the internet would different from the version I know, which would cause a bit of confusion.

Thus, I decided to make my own songbook to keep around the house, for when people come over to play music and want to sing or play along with my versions of songs.

I’m not a real musician, and I never really play from song books or play exactly the same thing twice, so everything here is more of just a suggestion rather than what to play exactly. I also make no guarantee that any of my versions of songs will match anyone else’s. If you want their version, get their songbook ☺

As far as I can tell, all of the songs in this book are either in the public domain, copylefted, or written by yours truly.

The latest version of this book can be found at http://www.zachcapalbo.com/projects/songbook.html

The source code for this booklet can be found at https://gitlab.com/zach-geek/songbook

The songbook, the source code, and any songs here that I’ve written can be copied and shared under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.5/


Contents

  1. Ain’t Got No Home In This World
  2. ⋆ The Unquiet Grave
  3. I wish I was a mole in the ground
  4. ⋆ The Blackest Crow
  5. ⋆ Wayfarin’ Stranger
  6. ⋆ The Old Churchyard
  7. Two Sisters
  8. ⋆ Sourwood Mountain
  9. The Coo Coo
  10. The Night Visiting Song
  11. ⋆ Wild Mountain Thyme
  12. Saint James’ Infirmary
  13. Raggle Taggle Hippie
  14. The JAF Song
  15. Angelina Baker
  16. Down By the Sally Gardens
  17. Man of Constant Sorrow
  18. Shady Grove
  19. Bonaparte Crossing the Rhine
  20. The Girl I Left Behind Me
  21. Cumberland Gap
  22. The Road To Lisdoonvarna
  23. Cripple Creek
  24. Carolan’s Welcome
  25. The Ship that Never Returned
  26. The Crawdad Song
  27. Lonesome is I
  28. Let the Mermaids Flirt With Me
  29. Pretty Saro

1

Ain’t Got No Home In This World

I wrote this song early into my senior year of college, when I was rather unsatisfied with my lot in life—overworked and underpaid. I obviously drew from Woody Guthry’s "I Ain’t Got No Home", which I wanted to sing, but felt it was too political to express what I wanted, which at the time I felt was more an existential calamity. I also drew on classic hobo ballads, dreaming of just up and wandering away from all my studies and responsibilities.
Zach Capalbo
Key of C
X:1
M:3/4
L:1/4
K:C
|CG2|GG2|GA2|AA2|AG2|GG2|GD2|_ED2|!
|DG2|GG2|GA2|AA2|AGG|GD_E|DC2|!
|C3|CCC|CDE|G3|G3|AAA|AG_E|D3|!
|D3|GGG|GGG|A2A|AAA|GGG|D_ED|C3|!
Play MIDI
Csus2 Am My shoes is all torn up my toes is stickin’ out, Csus2 Gsus2 If I don’t get some whiskey, gonna go up the spout. Csus2 Am I ain’t got no jacket, I ain’t got no tie, Csus2 Gsus2 Csus2 And I ain’t got no home in this world. Chorus:
Csus2 F I ain’t got no home in this world Csus2 Gsus2 I ain’t got no home in this world Csus2 Am My money is gone and my toes is cold Csus2 Gsus2 Csus2 And I ain’t got no home in this world.
My friends have all gone and I can’t get them back. My company now’s just a cigarette pack. But I ain’t got a light, I just got a dark, And I ain’t got no home in this world.
[Chorus]
I ain’t got no sweethearts; I ain’t got no sweets. I think my poor heart has been missin’ some beats. I’ll dream up some love, ’neath an old willow tree ’Cause I ain’t got no home in this world.
[Chorus]
But I am happy, I ramble and roam And them that don’t like me they leave me alone. I’ll pluck on my banjo; I’ll sing and I’ll shout That I ain’t got no home in this world.
[Chorus]
When I’m in the graveyard, and I’m laid to rest And everyone there thinks I’m happy and blessed Won’t have no more money, won’t have no banjo— But I’ll have a home in this world!
[Chorus]

2

The Unquiet Grave

This is a real old one. I first heard it in a collection of Vaughan Williams folk songs, then later on a recording by Luke Kelley. This version here takes the tune of Kingsfold, which is possibly my favorite melody, and is also the setting for a number of other songs, including "Star of the County Down", "Dives and Lazarus", and "If you Could Hie to Kolob".
Traditional
Key of Am
X:1
M:4/4
L:1/4
K:Am
|c/B/|AAAG/A/|ccdc/d/|eed/c/A|G3|!
|c/B/|AAAG/A/|ccdc/d/|eed/c/A/G/|A3|!
|e|gee/d/c|ddee/d/|cAA/G/E|G3|!
|c/B/|AAAG/A/|ccdc/d/|eed/c/A/G/|A3|!
Play MIDI
Am F C G The Wind doth blow today my love Am F Am And gently falls the rain Am F C G I never had but one true love Am F Am And in cold clay she is lain. C G C I’ll do as much for my true love Am F Em As any young man may. Am F C G I’ll sit and morn upon her grave Am F Am For twelve months and a day. When twelve months and a day were done A voice began to speak Who is it that sits upon my grave And will not let me sleep? Tis I, tis I, thine own true love That sits upon your grave; I came to seek of your sweet lips Once kiss is all I crave. You seek one kiss of my clay cold lips But my breath is earthy-strong If you had one kiss of my lily-white lips Your time would not be long. My Time be long my time be short Ten-thousand years or a day: May God in heaven have all my soul, But I’ll kiss your lips of clay. See down in yonder garden green? Love, where we were used to walk: The fairest flower that e’er was seen Is withered to the stalk. The stalk is withered dry my love! So shall our hearts decay! So make yourself content my love, Until death calls you away!

3

I wish I was a mole in the ground

Traditional
Key of C
X:1
M:4/4
L:1/4
K:C
|C2|EGGA|G2ED|C4|-C2|
|G2|AccA|c2AG|G4|-G2|
|cd|e2ed|c2G2|AccA|G2|
|C2|EGGA|G2ED|C4|-C2|
Play MIDI
C I wish I was a mole in the ground F C Yeah, I wish I was a mole in the ground F C If I’s a mole in the ground, I’d root that mountain down G C I wish I was a mole in the ground Oh, Kimby wants a nine-dollar shawl Yeah Kimby wants a nine-dollar shawl When I come o’er the hill with a forty-dollar bill It’s honey, where ya been so long? I been in the bin so long Yeah I’ve been in the bin so long I been in the bin with the rough and rowdy men And I ain’t goin’ back again I don’t trust no railroadin’ man. No I don’t trust no railroadin’ man. ’Cause a railroadin main, he will kill you when he can And drink up your blood like wine. Oh Kimby, let your hair grow down Oh Kimby, let your hair grow down Let your hair grow down, and your bangs curl all around Oh Kimby, let your hair grow down I wish I was a lizard in the spring Yeah, I wish I was a lizard in the spring If I’s a lizard in the spring, I’d hear my darling sing I wish I was a lizard in the spring. Well I wish I was a mole in the ground. Yeah I wish I’s a mole in the ground. ’Cause I’s a mole in the ground, I’d root that mountain down. I wish I was a mole in the ground.

4

The Blackest Crow

I heard this song at the first folk jam I ever went to, in Cambridge, MA.
Traditional
Key of Em
X:1
M:3/4
L:1/4
R:waltz
K:Em
|BA2|GE2|D/E/G2|AB2|dB2|AG2|DE2|-E3|!
|BA2|GE2|D/E/G2|AB2|dB2|AG2|DE2|-E3|!
|DG2|GGA|Bd2|dB2|de2|ed2|dB2|-B3|!
|BA2|GE2|D/E/G2|AB2|dB2|AG2|DE2|-E3|!
Play MIDI
D Em G The time draws near, my dearest dear G Em When you and I must part D Em G How little you know, of the grief and woe G Em Of my poor aching heart G D Em Each night I suffer for your sake: C G Em You’re the one I love most dear! D Em G I wish that I was going with you, G Em Or you were staying here. I wish my breast was made of glass Wherein you might behold Upon my heart your name is writ In letters made of gold. In letters made of gold, my love— Believe me when I say, You are the one I will adore Until my dying day. The blackest crow that ever flew Would surely turn to white: If ever I were false to you Bright day return to night. Bright day return to night, my love, The elements would mourn. If ever I were false to you The sea would rage and burn. And when you’re on some distant shore Think of your absent friend. And when the wind blows high and clear, A line to me pray send. And when the wind blows high and clear Pray send a note to me. That I might know by your handwrite How time has gone with thee.

5

Wayfarin’ Stranger

I like this one. It’s very bleak—death is the only release from the troubles of the world.
Traditional
Key of Em
X:1
L:1/4
K:Em
|EEBB|-B4|BAGG|-GE3|EEBA|-A4|AGAB|-B4|!
|EEBB|-B4|BAGG|-GE3|EEBA|-A4|AGDE|-E4|!
|BBde|-e4|edcB|d4|BBde|-e4|edcB|-B4|!
|EEBB|-B4|BAGG|-GE3|EEBA|-A4|AGDE|-E4|!
Play MIDI
Em I am a poor, wayfarin’ stranger D Em Been travelin’ through this world of woe! Em And there’s no sickness, toil nor danger D Em In that bright land to which I go. C G I’m goin’ there to meet my mother; C B She said she’d meet me when I come. Em I’m only going over Jordan D Em I’m just’a goin’ over home. I know dark clouds will gather o’er me. I know my way is rough and steep. But golden fields lie out before me Where God’s redeemed, their vigils keep. I’m goin’ there to meet my father; I’m goin’ there no more to roam. I’m only going over Jordan. I’m just’a goin’ over home. I’ll soon be free from all my trials. My body restin in the old churchyard. I’ll drop the cross of self denial And enter into my great reward. I’m goin’ there to see my savior To sing his praises ever more I’m just’a going over Jordan I’m just’a goin’ over home.

6

The Old Churchyard

A song popularized by Waterson:Carthy, who learned it from Almeda Riddle. My version takes inspiration from the beautiful version done by the Murphy Beds.
Traditional
Key of Em
X:1
M:4/4
L:1/4
R:Reel
K:Em
|EE/G/DD/E/|GGAG/A/|BA/B/dB/A/|GE/D/E3|
|EE/G/DD/E/|GG/G/AG/A/|BA/B/dB/A/|GE/D/E3|
|Bdd/e/d|B/c/dd/e/d|-d/B/BA/B/e|f/e/dBA|
|B/A/G/EG/E/D/|-D/E/GGA|G/A/BA/B/d|B/A/GE/D/E2|-E4|
Play MIDI
Em G D Come come with me to the old churchyard G Em I so well know those paths ’neath the soft green sward. G D Friends slumber there that we want to regard: G Em We will trace out their names in the old churchyard G But mourn not for them for their trials are o’er! Em C G D And why weep for those who will weep no more; Em G D For sweet is their slumber, though cold and hard: G Em For their pillows may be in the old churchyard. I know that it’s vain when our friends depart To breathe kind words to a broken heart, And I know that the joy of our life, it is marred When we follow those friends to the old churchyard. But were I at rest ’neath yonder tree, Oh why would you weep my friends for me? I’m so weary, so way-worn, why would you retard, The peace that I seek in the old churchyard? Oh weep not for me for I’m ready to go To that haven of rest where no tears ever flow And I fear not to enter, that dark weary tomb Where our savior has lain and has conquered the gloom For I rest in the hope that on one bright day Sunshine will burst through this prison of clay And old Gabriel’s trumpet and the voice of the Lord Will wake up the dead in the old churchyard.

7

Two Sisters

This is an old, Brittish song originally that made it’s way across the ocean. You can see how the different continents left their mark on the song.
Traditional
Key of G
X: 1
M: 3/4
L: 1/4
K: Gmaj
HD2 | DEG | GAB | A-A/G/E | D2 d   | e2e | dBd | e3 | -e2
e   | ede | ged | d-d/B/A | G2 G   | A2A | AGA | B2G | ED |
D/E/G2-G/ | A3 | Bdd | e3| d2 G | Bdd | B2A | G3
Play MIDI
G D G There was an ol’ woman lived by the sea shore, C G C Bow and balance to me C G C G There was an ol’ woman lived by the sea shore, D G Her number of daughters was one two three four. G D G C G D G And I’ll be true to my love if my love will be true to me. There was a young man come there to see them Bow and balance to me! There was a young man come there to see them, And the oldest one got stuck on him And I’ll be true to my love if my love will be true to me He bought the youngest a beaver hat Bow and balance to me! He bought the youngest a beaver hat And the oldest one got mad at that And I’ll be true to my love if my love will be true to me Oh sister oh sister, let’s walk the seashore... And watch the ships as they sail on o’er... As those two sisters walked down the seashore... The oldest pushed the youngest o’er... Oh sister oh sister come lend me your hand... And you may have Willie and all of his land... I never I never will lend you my hand... But I’ll have Willie and all of his land.. Sometimes she sank and sometimes she swam... Until she came to the ol’ mill dam... Oh miller oh miller go draw your dam... There’s either a mermaid or a swan... The miller he got his fishin’ hook... And fished that maided right outta the brook... Oh miller oh miller here’s five gold rings... If you’ll put me safe on shore again... The miller received those five gold rings... And pushed the maiden in agains... The miller was hung by his own mill gate... For drowning little sister Kate... Yes I’ll be true to my love if my love’ll true to me.

8

Sourwood Mountain

This is a Howell song. He usually sings it, so I’m just guessing at the words he sings (except the Hi-Ho-Diddle-aye-day—everyone sings that!)
Traditional
Key of G
X: 1
R: march
M: C
L: 1/8
K: G
|: dddd egdB | d2d2 BAG2 :|
   GGGG BGED | G2B2 zzz2 |
   GGGG BGED | -Ddd2 BAG2 |
Play MIDI
G C G Rooster crows on Sourwood Mountain G D7 G Hi Ho Diddle aye day G C G So many pretty girls you can’t count ’em G D7 G Hi Ho Diddle aye day G D7 G C G Rooster crows on Sourwood Mountain G - - - Hi Ho . . . G D7 G C G So many pretty girls you can’t count ’em G D7 G Hi Ho Fiddle aye day My true love’s across the river Hi Ho Diddle aye day Few more days and I’ll be with ’er Hi Ho diddle aye day Rooster crows on Sourwood Mountain Hi Ho . . . So many pretty girls you can’t count ’em Hi Ho Fidlle aye day Big dog bark and the little one bites you Hi Ho Diddle aye day Big girl courts and the little one spites you Hi ho diddle ah day Rooster crows on Sourwood Mountain... My true love lives ’cross the holler Hi ho diddle aye day She won’t come and I won’t foller Hi ho diddle aye day Rooster crows on Sourwood Mountain...

9

The Coo Coo

This is not typeset correctly. I’m workin’ on it. It should give you enough to go off of though.
Traditional
Key of Gm
X: 1
M: 4/4
L: 1/4
K: Gmin
V:1 name="voice (somethin like this)"
|: B2c/GG/| -Gz3 |
| d2c/GG/| -Gz3 |
| Bcdd | -d2FF | G4 :|
V:2 name="banjo (roughly)"
|:(G/B/-B) (B/G/-G)| d/c/A/B/G2|
|(G/B/-B) (B/G/-G)| d/c/A/B/G2|
| G2A/F3/2- | F/A/G/FG3/2 | d/c/A/B/G2 :|
Play MIDI
Gm Gm Well the coo coo, She’s a pretty bird F Gm And she warbles, as she flies Gm Gm And she never, hollers "Coo Coo" F Gm ’Til the fourth day of July Gonna build me, a log cabin On a mountain, so high So I can, see Willy As he goes on by Well I played cards, in England And I played cards, in Spain And I’ll bet you, ten dollars That I’ll beat you in this game Jack of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds! How I know you, of old: How you robbed my, poor pockets Of their silver and their gold Well the coo coo, She’s a pretty bird And she warbles, as she flies And she never, hollers "Coo Coo" ’Til the fourth day of July

10

The Night Visiting Song

This song is very similar in style and content to "I’m a Rover". The timing’s off on the typesetting here.. (corrections welcome!)
Traditional
Key of C
X:1
M:4/4
L:1/4
K:C
G | ce f2 | {gf}e4 | gg-g/ e/c  |e dBc | -c3
G | ce f2 | {gf}e4 | gg-g/ e/d2 | -d
  | eed   | c-c/d/e4 | geGA2 G2 |
Gce f2 e e d/c/B-B/ c c4
Play MIDI
C F C G C I must away now; I can no longer tarry F C G This morning’s tempest I have to cross C F C I will be guided without a stumble F C G C Into the arms I love the most. And when he came to his true love’s window He knelt down gently upon a stone; He’s whispered lowly through her bedroom window: Is my true lover within at home. She’s raised her up from her down soft pillow She’s thrown her arms around her breast Says who is that at my bedroom window, Disturbing me of my long nights rest? Wake up, wake up, love! It is thine own true lover. Wake up wake up, love, and let me in! For I am tired love, and oh so weary, And more than near drenched to the skin. She’s raised her up from her down-soft pillow. She’s raised her up and she’s let him in, And they were locked in each other’s arms Until that long night was past and gone. And when that long night was past and over And when the small clouds began to grow They both shook hands and embraced each other Then he saddled and mounted and away did go. I must away now; I can no longer tarry This morning’s tempest I have to cross I will be guided without a stumble Into the arms I love the most.

11

Wild Mountain Thyme

Although this is very pretty song, there exist absolutely ridiculous and silly hand motions to it, which you can pick up if you keep questionable company around Somerville, MA. (The typesetting of the melody here is a mess. It’s really not as hard as it looks!)
Traditional
Key of G
X: 1
M: none
L: 1/8
K: G
 GE | D3  E G3 A | G6  B2 | d2 e3 ee3  | dB d6
    | Bd e4 d3   | B A G4 AB | c3 BA3 G E | G4
     GE | D3  E G3 A | G6 | B2d2 e4 e3 dBd3
     Bd e4 d3   | B A G4 AB | c3 BA3 G E | G4
     GE | D3  E G3 A | G6 |
Play MIDI
G Well the summer time is coming C G And the trees are sweetly blooming C G Em And the wild mountain thyme C D G Grows around the blooming heather. C G Will ya go, lassie, go? Chorus:
C G And we’ll all go together C G Em To pluck wild mountain thyme G C G D G All around the blooming heather C G Will you go, lassie, go?
I will build my love a bower By the clear crystal fountain And around it I will pile All the flowers of the mountain. Will you go, lassie, go?
[Chorus]
I will range through the wilds And the dark glens so dreary And return with the spoils To the bower of me deary Will you go, lassie, go?
[Chorus]
If my true love she were gone I would surely find another To pluck wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather Will you go, lassie, go?
[Chorus]

12

Saint James’ Infirmary

This is another old one with a long and storied past spanning two continents. Maddie usually sings this one, but these are the words as best I can remember them.
Traditional
Key of Em
X:1
M:none
L:1/4
K:Emin
|B>GB2 | B>GA2 | B>AGE2 | E>EB2 | B2 e2 | c B3 |
|B>GB2 | B>GA2 | B>AGE2 | G/B3  | G/ A3 G/| E3 |
Play MIDI
Em D Em I went down to the St. James Infirmary C B And I saw my baby there— Em D Em Stretched out on a long white table— Em D Em So cold, so pale, so fair. Chorus:
Em D Em Let her go, let her go, God bless her C B Wherever she may be. Em D Em She can search this wide world over Em D Em But she’ll never find a sweet man like me.
I went down to old Joe’s barroom, On the corner by the square They were serving the drinks as usual, And the usual crowd was there.
[Chorus]
When I die, go and bury me low down. In a box cut suit and a Stetson hat With a twenty dollar gold piece round my watch chain So the boys’ll know I died standin’ pat.
[Chorus]
Get six gamblers to carry my coffin Six chorus girls to sing me a song Put a twenty-piece jazz band on my hearse wagon To raise Hell as we go along
[Chorus]
Now that’s the end of my story Let’s have another round of booze And if anyone should ask you just tell them I’ve got the dying crapshooter blues.

13

Raggle Taggle Hippie

This song is based on a true story about a friend’s chance encounter with what could have been the man of her dreams.
Zach Capalbo
Key of G
X: 1
M: 4/4
L: 1/4
K: G
D G B G3 | D C/ B,/ C | D2-D D D1-D/ |E/ D B | B1-B/ B/ A4
D G B G3 | D C/ B,/ C | D2-D D D1-D/ | E/ D B |A A G4
Play MIDI
G C G That VW Van went rolling along G D A-rolling down to Portland-Oh G C G And out of that van came a beard with a man: G D G He was a raggle, taggle, hippy-oh G C G He says how do you like my flannel shirt G D How do you like my skinny jeans-Oh? G C G How do you like my environmental work: G D G I am a raggle, taggle, hippy-oh. Well do I like your flannel shirt Well do I like your skinny jeans, Oh But tell me about your environmental work If you be a raggle taggle hippy-oh He says, I’ve planted ten sustainable farms In nine different countries oh I’ve held eight baby seals in my arms I am a raggle, taggle, hippy Oh I’ve cleaned pollution from the seven salt seas I’ve slept on six world wonders oh I’ve lived with five loving families I am a raggle taggle hippy Oh I’ve hosted four earth festivals I’ve held three protests in prison oh I’ve biked across two continents I am a raggle taggle hippy oh But there is one thing that I lack I’m pining for a lady-Oh To share this life of poverty And be a raggle taggle hippy Oh So won’t you go along with me And we’ll all go down to Portland Oh And live in a commune by the sea and we’ll all be raggle taggle hippies Oh

14

The JAF Song

I wrote this song in lieu of an essay for a college class, much to the consternation of the professor, who dubbed it "The Ballad of a Wan Cynic’s Chic"
Zach Capalbo
Key of G
X: 1
M: 4/4
L: 1/4
K: G
D B1-B/ B A/ | G1-G/ G F/ E | F/ G E/ D1-D/ |
D D/ B1-B/ B | B/ d d/ c | B/ A3-A/ |
D B B/ B A/ | G G/ G F/ | E F/ G E/ D1-D/ |
D D/ B B/ | B B/ A A/ | A A/ G3
Play MIDI
G C G A long time ago, a man was named Plato G D7 His thoughts are as ancient as his bones G He said the truth is out there C G But he never said quite where D7 G So we’re left to wonder where the forms are found. Chorus:
G So let’s just drink our beer, C G And let it not come near D7 Let’s not think about it anymore. G C G Faith and reason, it’s all so out of season G D7 G Comes God or brain after or before?
[Chorus]
Next came Aristotle, he should have sipped the bottle He was a moralist right true. He said we needed virtue, And that the vices hurt you. But if you hold your breathe your face turns blue.
[Chorus]
Is it good to be alone and call brother monks your own, As Saint Benedict would have us think? Is the life of the mind worth leaving all behind Or should we live in slothful luxury?
[Chorus]
I once read a man, whose name was St. Augustine He said "Credo ut intelligam" Sed ego non credo, ergo non intelligo. Quomodo credo si non intelligavi?
[Chorus]
’Twas John Calvin said, man’s goodness is all dead His reason is corrupt and all depraved. But I don’t believe him, I think he’s got flawed reasons Why should an apple knock us in the head?
[Chorus]
Old man Aquinas, I’m so glad he is behind us His view of nature was so high His God orders all, even as before the fall, But tales of evil simply are too tall.
[Chorus]
And Dante pictured hell, and he did it just as well With everyone and their brother there. Although it is quite crude to be tortured in the nude Politicians must ensure the bad guys fell.
[Chorus]
Now let us see Descartes, if he’s not been blown apart Into inside and outside by his thoughts He said if we see stuff, we will never know enough To prove we know even one small part.
[Chorus]
Was Milton’s apple puce, could it be made to juice? Is it the same crime to drink as to eat? With the serpent he entwined all his wisdom and the rhyme Leaving Man and God to claim the second place
[Chorus]
Old Blaise has not my praise He was silly anyways His rambling thoughts just do not persuade If we must place a bet, I’ve got one better yet Let’s just sit doing nothing all our days
[Chorus]
Kierkegaard was weird; many lives he’s seared With his nonsense about the leap of faith. My jumping is all done and my legs won’t even run And the paradox no longer has a place.
[Chorus]
Peter Berger said that modernity was led by the factors of pluralization He himself has claimed to be a heretic in name And his structures of belief now are fragile.
[Chorus]
Now all we’ve got is science; in it we place reliance But it cannot satisfy our deepest thoughts. It’s all energy and atoms, but why it cannot fathom— So we call our God to fill the gaps once more!

15

Angelina Baker

Add lyrics as needed.
Traditional
Key of D
X: 1
R: polka
M: 2/4
L: 1/8
K: Dmaj
|: B | AB d>A | B d3 | AB dA |
B4 | AB d>e | fe d>e | fe dB | A3 :|
|: f/g/ | af ed/e/ | fe df/g/ | af ed | B2 Bf/g/ |
af ed/e/ | fe dd/e/ | fe dB | A3 :|
Play MIDI
Angelina Baker, Age of 23 I should have married Angeline, But she would not marry me. Her Father was a baker, They called him Uncle Sam. I never will forget that girl, Until I drink a dram Angelina Baker, Age of 33 I gave her sugar candy But she would not marry me Do do do do do do doo Do do do do dooo Do do do do do do do doo do do do do do doo Angelina Baker, Age of 83 I should have married Angeline, But she would not marry me.

16

Down By the Sally Gardens

Traditional
Key of G
X: 1
M: 4/4
L: 1/4
K: Gmaj
|: GA B2 | AG A2 | Bde2 | -eg/e/d2 | gde2 | dBA2 | -AGG2 | -G3z :|
| d2g2 | f2e2 | -e f/g/f2 | e2d2| Bde2 | dBde | gag2 | -g3z |
|GA B2 | AG A2 | Bde2 | -eg/e/d2 | gde2 | dBA2 | -AGG2 | -G3z |
Play MIDI
G D C G Down by the sally gardens C G D G My love and I did meet G D C G She passed those sally gardens C D G On her two snow white feet G D C G D C G She bid me take love easy C G C G As the leaves grow on the tree— G D C G But I was young and foolish C G D G And with her I could not agree. In a field down by the river My love and I did stand And upon my weary shoulder She placed her snow-white hand She bid me take life easy As the grass grows on the weirs— But I was young and foolish And with her I could not agree.

17

Man of Constant Sorrow

There’s a bunch of different versions of this song. This one isn’t my favorite version, nor the most popular, but I think it’s the best one for jamming with folks.
Traditional
Key of G
X:1
M:4/4
L:1/4
K:G
d4 | cBBB | AGG | G4 | Gc BA2 | -A2 AA | GGG2 | -G2 |
Play MIDI
D G C I am a man of constant sorrow D G I have seen trouble all my days I bid farewell to old Kentucky The place where I was borned and raised. For six long years I been in danger. No pleasure here on Earth I’ve found. So it’s fair you well my own true lover I never expect to see you again. Far in this world I’m bound to ramble; I have no friends to help me now. Far I’m bound to ride that northern railroad. Perhaps I’ll die upon a train. You may bury me in some deep valley For many a year there I may lay, So you may learn to love another When I am sleeping in my grave. Maybe your friends think I’m just a stranger. My face you’ll never see no more. But there’s one promise, that I’m gonna give you: I’ll meet you on God’s golden shore.

18

Shady Grove

I’m not sure I’d go so far as to call this one a love song..
Traditional
Key of Gm
X: 1
M: C
L: 1/8
K: Gm
| "Gm" GGG2 "F" AGF2 | "Gm" GGAc d4 | "Bb" ffd2 "F" cAF2 | "Gm" GGA/G/F G4 |
Play MIDI
Gm F Peaches in the summer time Gm Gm Apples in the fall— Bb F If I don’t get the one I want Gm I don’t want none at all Chorus:
Shady Grove, my true love Shady Grove my darlin! Shady Grove, my true love I’m going back to Harlan
Every night when I get home My wife, I try to please her The more I try, the worse she gets Damned if I don’t leave her
[Chorus]
First time I saw Shady Grove She was standing in the door Shoes and stockings in her hand And her little bare feet on the floor.
[Chorus]
When I was a little boy I wanted a barlow knife— Now I want little Shady Grove To say she’ll be my wife
[Chorus]
Wish I had a needle and a thread Fine as I could sew: I’d sew that pretty girl to my side And down the road we’d go.
[Chorus]
Wish I had a banjo string Made of golden twine: Every tune I played on it I’d wish that gal were mine.
[Chorus]

19

Bonaparte Crossing the Rhine

My favorite (of the many) variation on the name for this tune is "Bonaparte Crossing the Rockies"
Traditional
Key of D
X: 1
R: barndance
M: 4/4
L: 1/8
K: Dmaj
FG| A>BAF A2de| f>efa d2dc| BB/c/dB AFED| E2E>F E2
FG|A>BAF A2de| f>efa d2dc| BB/c/dB AFEF| D2D>E D2de|
f>efg a2A2| B>ABc d3A| BB/c/dB AFDF| E2E>F E2
FG|A>BAF A2de| f>efa d2dc| BB/c/dB AFEF| D2D>E D2 |]
Play MIDI

20

The Girl I Left Behind Me

This is an Enrique tune. I let him do the real melody. This is just what I play.
Traditional
Key of G
X: 1
R: march
M: C
L: 1/4
K: G
g/f/ \
| "G"ed BG | "C"A/B/A/G/ ED | "G"GG G/A/B/c/| "D7"d2B
g/f/ | "G"ed BG | "C"A/B/A/G/ EG | "D7"FA DE/F/ | "G"G2 G:|:
G \
| Bd ef | "C"gd BG | "G"B/G/B/d/ e/d/e/f/ | "D7"g2 f
g/f/ | "G"ed BG | "C"A/B/A/G/ EG | "D7"FA DE/F/ | "G"G2 G :|
Play MIDI

21

Cumberland Gap

There are words for this. Some of them are racist. I just mumble "Cumberland Gap, Cumberland Gap! Yadayadaydayadayada Cumberland Gap" if I feel like singing along when I play it. There’s also a catchy Old Crow song set to this tune.
Traditional
Key of D
X: 1
R: barndance
M: 4/4
L: 1/8
K: D
|:"D"D D/D/ D D/E/ "Bm"F A B2 | B d B/A/-A "D"F/E/-E D2 :|
| "A"e2e2fedA |"D" A/B/ddBdBA2 |  "A"eeeefedA | "D"B/dd/dBA4 |
|: "D"e/ff/f/e/d "G"B4 | "D"e/ff/f/e/d "G"B3  A/B/ | "D" d B A F E D3 :|
Play MIDI

22

The Road To Lisdoonvarna

Traditional
Key of D
X: 1
R: jig
M: 12/8
L: 1/8
K: D
| E2B B2A B2c d2A|F2A ABA D2E FED|
  E2B B2A B2c d3|cdc B2A B2E E3:|
|:e2f gfe d2B Bcd|c2A ABc d2B B3|
  e2f gfe d2B Bcd|cdc B2A B2E E3:||
Play MIDI

23

Cripple Creek

Traditional
Key of G
X: 1
M:4/4
L:1/8
K:G
|: ggdB | ced2 | ggdB | c/B/A G2 :|
|: (A/B/-B) (A/-G/G) | A/B/-B d2 | (A/B/-B) (A/G/-G) | D/E/G G2 :|
Play MIDI

24

Carolan’s Welcome

Traditional
Key of Em
X: 1
R: waltz
M: 3/4
L: 1/8
K: Emin
GF | E2 GA B2 | E2 GA B2 | ABA GFE   | F2 D2 B,2  |
     G3  F E2 | A3  G F2 | FG B,2 D2 | E4 GF      |
     E2 GA B2 | E2 GA B2 | ABA GFE   | F2 D2 B,2  |
     c3  B A2 | d3 c BA  | GBA GFG   | E6         |
     B2 ef g2 | B2 ef g2 | gfe def   | g2 B2 B2   |
     c2 ec BA | B2 dB AG | A2 B2 d2  | e4
ed | Bd e2 dB | AB d2    | BAG ABG   | A2 F2 D2   |
     G3  F E2 | A3  G F2 | FG B,2 D2 | E6         |
Play MIDI

25

The Ship that Never Returned

This is also the tune for a number of more popular songs, but those are restricted by copyright, and so not included here.
Henry Clay Work
Key of D
X:1
M:4/4
L:1/8
K:D
DE| F3 A A2 GF| G3 AB cd B| A2 d2 e2 d2| c6| ee| d3 B B2 FF| G3 AB cd B|
A3 F D2 E2| F6| DE| F3 A A2 GF| G3 AB cd B| A2 d2 e2 d2| c6| ee| d3 B B2 FF|
G3 AB cd B| A3 FD D E2| F6| ^GG| AA F2 A3 d| ccB-c d3 F| E2 ^GG B2 d2|
c6| ee| d3 B B2 FF| G3 AB cd B| A2 z FD D z E| F6||
Play MIDI
On a summer’s day, when the wave was rippled By the softest gentlest breeze, Did a ship set sail with a cargo laden For a port beyond the seas. There were sweet farewells there were loving signals While a form was yet discerned; Though they knew it not, ’twas a solemn parting For the ship, she never returned. Chorus:
Did she never return? She never returned, Her fate, it is yet unlearned, Though for years and years there were fond ones watching Yet the ship she never returned.
Said a feeble lad to his anxious mother," I must cross the wide, wide sea, For they say, perchance in a foreign climate, There is health and strength for me." ’Twas a gleam of hope in a maze of danger And her heart for her youngest yearned, Yet she sent him forth with a smile and blessing On the ship that never returned. "Only one more trip," said a gallant seaman, As he kissed his weeping wife, Only one more bag of the golden treasure And ’twill last us all through life. Then I’ll spend my days in my cosy cottage And enjoy the rest I’ve earned; But alas! poor man! For he sail’d commander Of the ship that never returned.

26

The Crawdad Song

Traditional
Key of G
X:1
M:4/4
L:1/4
K:G
GG/G/ G G G G/ G/ E D G G4
B d/ d/ d d d d/ d/ d d d A4
B d/ d/ d d d d/ d/ G2
B A G/ A B A G2 D2 B B2 B A1-A/ A G3-G/
Play MIDI
Chorus:
G C G You get the line, I’ll get the pole, honey. G D7 You get the line, I’ll get the pole, babe. G G You get the line, I’ll get the pole, C C We’ll go fishin in the crawdad hole G D7 G Honey, babey, mine.
What did the hen duck say to the drake, honey? What did the hen duck say to the drake, babe? What did the hen duck say to the drake: Ain’t no crawdads in that lake! Honey, babey, mine.
[Chorus]
What’re we gonna do when the lake runs dry, honey? What’ll we do when the lake runs dry, babe? What’ll we do when the lake runs dry? I’m gonna sit and cry and cry Honey, babey, mine
[Chorus]

27

Lonesome is I

Mississippi John Hurt
Key of C
X: 1
M: 4/4
L: 1/4
K: C
B G/ B G1-G/ D/ E G E D2-D/
B2 G/ B B G B A D E ^F/ E/ D2-D/
B G/ B G1-G/ D/ E G E D2-D/
Play MIDI
Chorus:
Lonesome is I, I wished I could die Nobody cares for me! Lonesome is I, I wished I could die Nobody cares for me!
One bright moon night, the moon shining bright When you and I made love— Your love was not true, I’ll say that to you I’m off like a turtle dove.
[Chorus]
Oh my darling, oh my dear How you treat me mean! Oh my darling, oh my dear -mumbling-
[Chorus]

28

Let the Mermaids Flirt With Me

Mississippi John Hurt
Key of G
X: 1
M: 4/4
L: 1/4
K: G
B B d A | c/ B G2-G/ |
B/B/ c c | G/ A B2-B/ |
E G G E | D/ G1-G/ | G2 B B | c/ B/ c/ d2-d/ |
d d B | d/ e1-e/ g/ | e d3 |
B/ B/ c c | G/ A B3 |
E-E/ G-G/ | e d/ B G-G/ |
B/ B/ B/ A1-A/ | F D G2-G/ |
Play MIDI
G G I got blues out on the ocean C C I got blues all in the air C C Can’t stay here much longer G D I ain’t got steam boat fare! G G When my earthly trials are over C C Throw my body out in the sea. Save all the undertaker bills— Let the mermaids flirt with me! I do not wake for pleasure Rest and peace I know no more. The only reason why I wake at all Is to drive the world from my door! When my earthly trials are over Throw my body out in the sea. Save all the undertaker bills— Let the mermaids flirt with me! Now my wife controls our happy home And a sweet heart I cannot find The only thing I can call my own Is a troubled and a worried mind! When my earthly trials are over Throw my body out in the sea. Save all the undertaker bills— Let the mermaids flirt with me! I got blues all in my body My darling has forsaken me If I ever wanna see her face again I’d have to swim across the sea! When my earthly trials are over Throw my body out in the sea. Save all the undertaker bills— Let the mermaids flirt with me! I got blues out on the ocean I got blues all in the air Can’t stay here much longer I ain’t got steam boat fare! When my earthly trials are over Throw my body out in the sea. Save all the undertaker bills— Let the mermaids flirt with me!

29

Pretty Saro

Traditional
Key of C
X: 1
M: 4/4
L: 1/8
K: C
D E G1-G/ D1-D/ D E G1-G/ A3 B A G1-G/ D1-D/ E G D3-D/ D E G1-G/ D1-D/ D E G1-G/ A2-A/ A B2 d1-d/ G1-G/ A3 A/ A1-A/ d2 B d/ B A1-A/ G2 G/ A/ B A1-A/ D1-D/ E G D3 D/ E G1-G/ D1-D/ D E G1-G/ A2-A/ B A G1-G/ D1-D/ E G D3-D/
Play MIDI
When I first come to this country Eighteen and forty nine I saw many fair lovers But never saw mine I looked all around me And saw I was quite alone And me a poor stranger And a long ways from home. Well me true love she won’t have me And this I can understand For she wants some free holder But I have no land I cannot maintain her On silver and gold And many of the other fine things That my love’s house could hold So fair you well my father Fair you well to my mother too For I’m going for to ramble This whole wide world through And when I get weary I’ll sit down there and cry And think on pretty Saro Pretty Saro, my bride Well I wish I was a poet And could write in a fine hand I’d send my love a letter So she might understand I’d send it by the river Where the swift waters flow And I’d think of my darling Wherever I go Well I wish I was a turtle dove Had wings and I could fly I’d away to my lover’s lodging Tonight I’d draw nigh And there in her fair arms I’d lie there all the night And look through them little windows For the dawning of the day