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.
2 Oct 2026
Blue is the Eye (Ye Vagabonds) - Irish Bouzouki Lesson by Johannes Broborn
1 Oct 2026
Blue is the eye by Ye Vagabonds - Cover by Johannes Broborn
This is a lovely cover by Johannes Broborn played on bouzouki and mandolin.
{t:Blue Is The Eye}
{st:Ye Vagabonds}
Capo 1
A [D]crack in the [G]sky lends a [D]light to the [A]dark
The [D]wind blows the [G]ember of [A]coal from the [D]hearth
You [D]carry it [G]proudly through [D]ditches and [A]trees
And [Bm]cross the hor[G]izon to [A]lie down and [D]sleep
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[Bm]Lie down and [G]sleep, [A]sleep well my [D]darling
[Bm]Blue is the [Bm]eye watches [A]over the [D]sea
[Bm]Lie down and [G]sleep, [A]sleep well my [D]darling
[Bm]Blue is the [G]eye that [A]looks after [D]thee
{eoc}
[D]Over the [G]ocean tow[D]ard a new [A]world
The [Bm]city, the [G]island, the [A]tear and the [D]pearl
A [D]boat on the [G]water casts [D]out a clear [A]еye
The [Bm]darkness bе[G]neath us is [A]teeming with [D]life
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[Bm]Lie down and [G]sleep, [A]sleep well my [D]darling
[Bm]Blue is the [G]eye watches [A]over the [D]sea
[Bm]Lie down and [G]sleep, [A]sleep well my [D]darling
[Bm]Blue is the [G]eye that [A]looks after [D]thee
{eoc}
[D]Under the [G]fire from the [D]hearth on the [A]hill
The [D]coal and the [G]ember, they [A]glow away [D]still
[D]Songs to the [G]stranger, fa[D]miliar and [A]clear
[Bm]Ring out in [G]chorus for [A]all you hold [D]dear
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[Bm]Lie down and [G]sleep, [A]sleep well my [D]darling
[Bm]Blue is the [G]eye watches [A]over the [D]sea
[Bm]Lie down and [G]sleep, [A]sleep well my [D]darling
[Bm]Blue is the [G]eye that [A]looks after [D]thee
{eoc}
A [D]flash in the [G]dark glimmers [D]silver and [A]blue
[Bm]Breaches the [G]waves for a [A]moment or [D]two
[D]Moves away [G]slowly back [D]into the [A]deep
[Bm]Blue is the [G]eye watches [A]over the [D]sea
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[Bm]Lie down and [G]sleep, [A]sleep well my [D]darling
[Bm]Blue is the [G]eye watches [A]over the [D]sea
[Bm]Lie down and [G]sleep, [A]sleep well my [D]darling
[Bm]Blue is the [G]eye that [A]looks after [D]thee
{eoc}
Johannes uses following chords:
D: 7,0,0,0
G: 12,9,0,0
D: 11,12,0,0
A: 9,11,0,0
D:7,7,0,0
G: 4,5,0,0
A: 6,7,0,0
D: 7,0,0,0
D: 7,0,0,0
G: 12,9,0,0
D: 11,12,0,0
A: 9,7,0,0
In the refrain he plays Bm instead of G in the first line, but I prefer the G there.
Bm: 4,4,0,0
G: 4,5,0,0
A: 2,2,0,0
D: 2,0,0,0
Kitty Bawn O’Brien composed by Allister MacGillvray, played by George White
{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 heart no [D]joys de[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.
My Kitty Bawn O'Brien's gone to far off Montreal.
30 Aug 2026
Lesson Beeswing by Johannes Broborn
Johannes Broborn made a new lesson on how to play the Richard Thompson song Beeswing. This song is often heard in sessions.
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"
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
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
21 May 2026
Gabriel McArdle & Fintan McManus - Willie Rambler, Tab of Intro and first verse
What a beautiful song, wonderful sung and played.
When I was young and foolish, my age being 24,
I left Lough Erne's lovely banks. To England I sailed o'er.
'Twas there I met a lady gay of honour and renown,
And of her I did ask the way to famous London town.
"What would you take, young man," she said, "along with me to stray?
And we'll talk about old Ireland and Lough Erne another day.
I have ranches down in Texas. I have horses by the score;
And I'll take you down the Rio Grande. It's far from Erne's shore."
"Oh, no, kind lady. Pardon me. Your wealth I do disdain.
I'll go with you another day your fond love to maintain.
There is no night nor hour bright is half so fair as you,
But Erin's fens and plains and glens to leave them I would rue.
"How could I leave Lough Erne's banks where my young Molly dwells?
Your mansions and your castles are to me like prison cells.
Were you ever on Lough Erne's banks when the sun is setting low,
With the purple of the heather and the moon a fiery glow?
"The fair in Enniskillen is the greatest fair of all,
Where the cailins are the fairest and the boys are straight and tall;
So I'll bid adieu to Texas, too. I'll see it never more,
For I'm going back to Ireland and lovely Erne's shore."
And here's the tab to the Intro (you can download the whole pdf here):
And today I tabbed the first verse. I had lots of trouble to put in the lyrics in Tabledit, so they may not be at the correct places. You can download the full pdf here.
There's a mistake in the tab, in Tacet 11 the chord has to be G!

