I'm A Rover - Lesson by Johannes Broborn

 Next lesson by Johannes Broborn. He seems to be a big Fan of Ye Vagabonds. So this is his take on the song I'm a Rover.

First the recorded version by Johannes:

And here is his lesson:

Here's the lyrics and chords which I use (there may be some variations to Johannes' chords)

{title: I'm A Rover}

Capo on 3rd fret

{soc}

[D]I'm a rover and[G] seldom so[D]ber

I'm a rover, o' high de[A]gree;

And when I'm[D] drinking, I'm [A]always [D]thinking

How to [G]gain my love's[A] compa[D]ny.

{eoc}

 

Though the [D]night be [G]dark as [D]dungeon, 

not a star to be seen a[A]bove

I will be [D]guided with[A]out a [D]stumble, 

into the [G]arms of me [A]only [D]love

I went up [D]to her [G]bedroom [D]window, 

kneeling gently upon a [A]stone

Oh, I [D]rapped on her [A]bedroom [D]window 

My darling [G]dear, do you [A]lie a[G]lone?

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[D]I'm a a rover and[G] seldom so[D]ber

I'm a rover, o' high de[A]gree;

And when I'm[D] drinking, I'm [A]always [D]thinking

How to [G]gain my love's[A] compa[D]ny.

{eoc}

She raised her [D]head up from her [G]feather[D]pillow

Raised her arms up around her [A]breast

Saying [D] at me [A]bedroom [D]window, 

disturbing [G]me at me [A]long night's [D]rest?

It's only [D], your [G]own true [D]lover, 

open the [Bm]door and please [G]let me [A]in

For I have [D]come on a [A]long night's [D]journey

I am near [G]drench - ed [A]to the [D]skin

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[D]I'm a a rover and[G] seldom so[D]ber

I'm a rover, o' high de[A]gree;

And when I'm[D] drinking, I'm [A]always [D]thinking

How to gain my love's[A] compa[D]ny.

{eoc}

She opened the [D]door with the [G]greatest [D]pleasure

Opened the [D]door and she let me [A]in

We both shook [D]hands and em[G]braced each [D]other

'Til the [Bm]morning we [A]lay as [G]one

Well now me [Bm]love, I must go and [D]leave you

Though the [F#m]mountains be [Em]high a[A]bove

Well, I will [D]climb them with [G]greater [D]pleasure 

That I have [G]been with me [A]only [G]love

{soc}

[D]I'm a a rover and[G] seldom so[D]ber

I'm a rover, o' high de[A]gree;

And when I'm[D] drinking, I'm [A]always [D]thinking

How to [G]gain my love's[A] compa[D]ny.

{eoc}

The Foggy Dew - Ye Vagabonds - Lesson by Johannes Broborn

Here's a new lesson by Johannes Broborn. Another song recorded by Ye Vagabonds. This is not the famous rebel song!

There's another lesson to this song by Jasper Kaye, which I posted here. You can also find the lyrics and chords to the song there.

So you can compare these videos and decide which one suits you best.

Here's Johannes' recorded version of the song

2 lovely cover versions by Wyn Oran - The Lakes of Pontchartrain and The Hare's Lament

 Just found these 2 beautiful versions of Folk Songs. I love the singing and playing of Wyn. Have a listen and get inspired.

Blue is the Eye (Ye Vagabonds) - Irish Bouzouki Lesson by Johannes Broborn

 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.

Blue is the eye by Ye Vagabonds - Cover by Johannes Broborn

This is a lovely cover by Johannes Broborn played on bouzouki and mandolin.

These are lyrics and chords:

{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

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 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.

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. 

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