Yesterday I posted the cover version Johannes posted on youtube, today he is offering the lesson on how to play it. So take your chance to learn a beautiful little song. Lyrics and chords you can find in my other post here.
As the tab which is in the video is a bit difficult to see I made a tab in Tabledit. You can download it here.
Kevin Elam just released a lesson on how to rhythmically accompany a strathspey on his Patreon page. He kindly set this one for free for 14 days so hurry and have a look. And maybe bekome a member of his site.You can watch the video here
A lovely song composed by Allister MacGillvray. The story is set in a small village on the southern tip of Ireland during the 1800s and was composed for a project on Celtic emigration that was being prepared by Denis Ryan.
Lyrics and chords:
{title:Kitty Bawn O'Brien}
{subtitle:Allister MacGillivary}
[D]Soft blows the [G]wind both [D] sweet and warm
From the [G] peaks called [A7] Knockmeal [D]down,
The [D]songbird [G] sings his [D] weary [Bm]notes a[Em]bove Blackwater [A7]Sound;
From [A7]my heartno [D]joysde[A7]part‘s, no beauty can en[Bm]thral.
My[D]Kitty Bawn O'[G]Brien's [Em]gone to[A]far off Montre[D]al.
I met her at the Mallow Fair where lovers sport and play.
I watched her feet move lightly while the piper droned away.
She sang a song so lilting there, her hands beneath her shawl.
Now Kitty Bawn O'Brien's gone to far off Montreal.
I followed her to Waterford the day the ship set sail.
Her mother let the teardrops fall. Her father's face was pale.
I kissed her ere I lost her there, and sorely I recall,
My Kitty Bawn O'Brien's gone to far off Montreal.
And far across the ocean wide, a world from Knockmealdown,
My Kitty shines like silver in some gold Canadian town.
She'll charm some young French soldier there; to blame him I've no call.
This free web-app by Declan Plummer lets you import Audio files, slow them down, pitch them up or down etc. So it's a nice tool for learning tunes. I just tried it and have to say, it has all the features you need. As it it a web app it works on Mac, PC, iOs and Android.
A new lesson by Johannes Broborn. The Song Red Haired Mary was written by Sean McCarthy. The song is also played by Dervish. Johannes teaches the version he plays.
The lyrics:
[Verse 1] As I was goin' to the fair of Dingle one fine mornin' last July A fine young man come up behind me "Red-haired Mary," he did cry "Will you come with me my red-haired Mary, the donkey, he can carry two" I looked at him, my eyes did twinkle, me cheeks they were a rosy hue "Thank you kindly sir" I answered, then I tossed me light red hair Says I, "Will you hold the donkey and I'll ride with you to the Dingle fair" When we reached the town of Dingle, he caught me hand to say goodbye When a tinker he pulled up behind him and hit him right in his left eye
[Refrain] "Take your hands off red-haired Mary she and I are to be wed We were with the priest this very morn, tonight we'll lie in our marriage bed"
[Verse 2] Well, he was feeling very peevish, his poor eye was sad and sore He kicked the tinker with his hobnails, knocked him through Tom Murphy's door He galloped off to meet his father, the tallest man you e'er did see He tapped him gently with his knuckles and now he's missin' two front teeth Oh and I the happy cailín, "Man, with you I'll go," I said "Never mind the priest this very morn, tonight we'll sleep in Murphy's shed"
[Verse 3] Around the corner came a peeler, told him I had broke the law The donkey kicked him on the kneecap, he fell down and broke his jaw To the fair we roved together, his black eye and my red hair Gazing gaily at the tinker, weren't we the happy pair?
[Refrain] "Take your hands off red-haired Mary she and I are to be wed We were with the priest this very morn, tonight we'll lie in our marriage bed" "Take your hands off red-haired Mary she and I are to be wed We were with the priest this very morn, tonight we'll lie in our marriage bed"
Robin Jones just released a new lesson. This time in ADAD tuning. 3 lovely well known polkas in a beautiful arrangement. To get the lesson go to his website here
Planxty played these Polkas in a set you can listen to it here.
Declan from Top Score Music Academy made a new web-app. In this video he shows how it works and what it can do. Have a look for yourself. If you tried it please comment what you think about it.
Nigel Forster is a well known Luthier who lives in New Zealand. For a long time he worked with Stefan Sobell and he learned a lot at that time. In this video he tells lots of interesting things about the Irish Bouzouki. Afterwards you can see some videos where musicians play his instruments.
This video covers: — Where the Irish bouzouki came from, and is it really English? — The Sobell design: carved arched top, curved back, long scale — Tonewoods: what works best for the instrument? — The common tunings. — Cheap vs expensive: why most affordable bouzoukis never sing, and what to actually buy if you're starting out
Johannes Broborn made a new lesson on how to play the Richard Thompson song Beeswing. This song is often heard in sessions.
Here are the lyrics to the song:
I was nineteen when I came to town, they called it the Summer of Love They were burning babies, burning flags, the hawks against the doves I took a job in the steamie down on Cauldrum Street And I fell in love with a laundry girl who was working next to me
Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee′s wing So fine a breath of wind might blow her away She was a lost child, oh she was running wild She said "as long as there's no price on love, I′ll stay And you wouldn't want me any other way"
Brown hair zig-zag around her face and a look of half-surprise Like a fox caught in the headlights, there was animal in her eyes She said "Young man, oh can't you see I′m not the factory kind If you don′t take me out of here I'll surely lose my mind"
Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee′s wing So fine that I might crush her where she lay She was a lost child, she was running wild She said "as long as there's no price on love, I′ll stay And you wouldn't want me any other way"
We busked around the market towns and picked fruit down in Kent And we could tinker lamps and pots and knives wherever we went And I said that we might settle down, get a few acres dug Fire burning in the hearth and babies on the rug She said "Oh man, you foolish man, it surely sounds like hell You might be lord of half the world, you′ll not own me as well"
Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing So fine a breath of wind might blow her away She was a lost child, oh she was running wild She said "as long as there's no price on love, I′ll stay And you wouldn′t want me any other way"
We was camping down the Gower one time, the work was pretty good She thought we shouldn't wait for the frost and I thought maybe we should We was drinking more in those days and tempers reached a pitch And like a fool I let her run with the rambling itch
Oh the last I heard she′s sleeping rough back on the Derby beat White Horse in her hip pocket and a wolfhound at her feet And they say she even married once, a man named Romany Brown But even a gypsy caravan was too much settling down And they say her flower is faded now, hard weather and hard booze But maybe that's just the price you pay for the chains you refuse
Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee′s wing And I miss her more than ever words could say If I could just taste all of her wildness now If I could hold her in my arms today Well I wouldn't want her any other way
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