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I`ll Rise When The Rooster Crows is a traditional American Folk song. The Binkley Brothers Dixie Clodhoppers recorded this song in 19 and 28. I play it two finger thumb lead on the mountain banjo. If the banjo sounds quieter lately it`s because I stuffed a huge car wash sponge in the back to cut down on the overtones and volume. Also I`ve started adding more compression so I can crank the volume really loud without clipping. It`s all a work in progress folks. Thanks for listening. 1. If the golden shoes you hear so much about Were worn down here, you'd soon wear 'em out. We're gonna take up 'em yonder for to put on our robes. Gonna put on my golden shoes. CHORUS: I'll rise when the rooster crows. I'll rise when the rooster crows. I'm going back south where the sun shines hot, Down where the sugar cane grows. 2. Don't let old Satan try to fool you, For the gates will be closed and you can't get through. With a long white robe and the white socks too, Gonna put on my golden shoes. 3. When Gabriel comes for to blow his horn, Well, you needn't pull back for you gotta go on, So prepare yourself for the judgment day, For you can't take money and buy your way. 4. We'll have cider all the fall, For I said I's going to the ball, Where the duck chews tobacco and the goose drinks wine, The old hen cackles while the rooster keeps the time. 5. Whatcha gonna do when the women are all dead? Gonna sit in the corner with a hung-down head. Well, if I had to marry, I wouldn't marry for riches. I'd marry a big fat gal who couldn't wear the britches.

Down by the Glenside, also known as, The Bold Finian Men was written by, Peadar Kearney in 1916 around the time of the Easter Rebellion which happen in April of 1916, when the Irish attempted another overthrow of British rule in Ireland. I sing and play it on guitar with a simple arpeggio fingerpicking pattern. Down by the Glenside - The Bold Fenian Men Written by Peadar Kearney Performed by Dan D. Dirges Guitar in standard tuning: 3/4 time, basic fingerpicking arpeggio straight rolls. Or T I M I M I 'Twas down by the glenside, I met an old woman A-plucking young nettles, she ne’er saw me coming I listened a while to the song she was humming Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men 'Tis fifty long years since I saw the moon beaming On strong manly forms, on eyes with hope gleaming I see them again, sure, in all my sad dreaming Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men. When I was a young girl, their marching and drilling Awoke in the glenside sounds awesome and thrilling They loved dear old Ireland, to die they were willing Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men. Some died by the glenside, some died near a stranger And wise men have told us their cause was a failure But they stood by old Ireland and never feared danger Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men I passed on my way, God be praised that I met her Be life long or short, sure I'll never forget her We may have brave men, but we'll never have better Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men 'Twas down by the glenside, I met an old woman A-plucking young nettles, she ne’er saw me coming I listened a while to the song she was humming Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men #Down By The Glenside #Irish Folk Ballads

Green, Green Rocky Road is a song was written by, Len Chandler? Based on other older traditional songs best I can gather. Dave Van Ronk`s incredible interpretation of the song is the one that became famous. Oscar Isaac played this song exceptionally well for the Coen Brothers movie, Inside Llewyn Davis. I came up with this banjo interpretation. Right hand technique is known as two finger thumb lead. Green, Green Rocky Road Lyrics [Verse 1] When I go by Baltimore Need no carpet on my floor You come along, follow me We'll go down to Galilee [Hook] Green green rocky road You promenade in green Tell me who ya love Tell me who ya love [Verse 2] See that crow up in the sky He don't walk, he just fly He don't walk, he don't run He keep on flapping, til' the sun [Hook] Howlin' Green green rocky road You promenade in green Tell me who ya love Tell me who ya love [Verse 3] Little Miss Jane you run to wall Don't you stumble, Don't you fall Don't you sing, Don't you shout When I sing you come runnin' out Howlin' Green green rocky road You Promenade in green Tell me who ya love Tell me who ya love [Verse 4] Hooka-dooka soda cracker Does your mama chew tobacco? If your mama chews tobacco Hooka-dooka, hooka-dooka soda cracker, yes [Hook] Green green rocky road You promenade in green Tell me who ya love Tell me who ya love [Verse 5] When I go by Baltimore Needin' no carpet on my floor Ya Come along, follow me There's a man in Galilee [Hook] Howlin' Green green rocky road You promenade in green Tell me who ya love Tell me who ya love

Sam Hall is Irish traditional folk song ballad. Sam hall robbed from the rich to give to the poor just like Robin Hood only he got hung. Fingerpicking acoustic guitar and vocal. There are a lot of different ways to approach performing this song. This is a mellow way of playing it. Then there is the rowdy pub version. This song is so good it would sound good singing it in any style. Sam Hall - Lyrics Oh my name it is Sam Hall chimney sweep, chimney sweep Oh my name it is Sam Hall chimney sweep Oh my name it is Sam Hall and I've robbed both great and small And my neck will pay for all when I die, when I die And my neck will pay for all when I die I have twenty pounds in store, that's not all, that's not all I have twenty pounds in store, that's not all I have twenty pounds in store and I'll rob for twenty more For the rich must help the poor, so must I, so must I For the rich must help the poor, so must I Oh they took me to Cootehill in a cart, in a cart Oh they took me to Cootehill in a cart Oh they took me to Cootehill where I stopped to make my will Saying the best of friends must part, so must I, so must I Saying the best of friends must part, so must I Up the ladder I did grope, that's no joke, that's no joke Up the ladder I did grope, that's no joke Up the ladder I did grope and the hangman pulled the rope And ne'er a word I spoke, tumbling down, tumbling down And ne'er a word I spoke tumbling down Oh my name it is Sam Hall chimney sweep, chimney sweep Oh my name it is Sam Hall chimney sweep Oh my name it is Sam Hall and I've robbed both great and small And my neck will pay for all when I die, when I die And my neck will pay for all when I die

"Hey Johnny Cope", "Hey Johnnie Cope" "Hey, Johnnie Cope, are Ye Wauking Yet?", also "Hey Johnnie Cope, are you awake yet?", "Heigh! Johnnie Cowp, are ye wauken yet?", or simply "Johnny Cope" is a traditional Scottish folk song. The song commemorates the Battle of Prestonpans, fought on 21 September during the Jacobite rising of 1745. I sing and play it this time of the mountain banjo. My version is heavily influenced by the Dave Walters version who I have recently become a HUGE fan of. YouTube channel, St. Andrews Folk Club, who I follow posted a concert that he recorded in his folk club back in the 1970`s of Dave Walters and I was completely blown away. Besides singing and playing traditional folk songs so incredibly well he talked about the songs before he sang them. I highly recommend checking out that concert. Here is the link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VoBTfYiuc9I Hey Johnnie Cope - lyrics Traditional Scottish Folk Song Dave Walters version (sort of, can`t quit make out some of the words because of the thick Scottish accent) Banjo and vocal Hey Johnny Cope are you waking yet Or are you sleeping now I would bet Haste that you get up the drums to beat Fy Cope rise in the morning So John Cope rode and did not ride far But neer a rebel he came near Until he landed at Dunbar Bright and early in the morning Hey Johnny Cope are you waking yet Or are you sleeping now I would bet Haste that you get up the drums to beat Fy Cope rise in the morning Cope sent a challenge to Dunbar Come fight me Charlie if you dare And if it be by the chance of war You`ll all die in the morning Hey Johnny Cope are you waking yet Or are you sleeping now I would bet Haste that you get up the drums to beat Fy Cope rise in the morning Up now Johnny get up and run Before the highland bagpipes make it in Now expected to sleep in your whole skin (Are you expecting to sleep the whole morning?) Than to flee away in the morning Hey Johnny Cope are you waking yet Or are you sleeping now I would bet Haste that you get up the drums to beat Fy Cope rise in the morning When Johnny Cope to Dunbar came They all starred at him, “Where’s your men?” “The Devil confound me, I do not know, For I left them all in the morning.” Hey Johnny Cope are you waking yet Or are you sleeping now I would bet Haste that you get up the drums to beat Fy Cope rise in the morning So John Cope rode but did not ride far For neer a rebel he came near Until he landed at Dunbar Bright and early in the morning Hey Johnny Cope are you waking yet Or are you sleeping I would bet Haste that you get up the drums to beat Fy Cope rise in the morning Fy Cope rise in the morning

Walking Through Your Town In The Snow is a song written by Utah Phillips. It tells the story of a poor homeless person who wanders into town one cold snowy night looking for a place sleep. I play it here on the mountain banjo. Walking Through Your Town In The Snow - lyrics written by Bruce `Utah` Phillips performed by Dan D. Dirges I'm walking through your town in the snow, I'm walking through your town in the snow, I got no place to go, all the trains are running slow And I'm walking through your town in the snow I carry my home on my back, I carry my home on my back, But the police only frown, every time I lay it down, And I'm walking through your town in the snow Don't these little winter towns all look the same, Don't these little winter towns all look the same, how The freezing winds do blow, when all the mission doors are closed And I'm walking through your town in the snow It's getting late and all the bars are closed, It's getting late and all the bars are closed, Im so cold that I can't think, and I could really use a drink And I'm walking through your town in the snow There's some fellas jungled up in the yard, There's some fellas jungled up in the yard, They're cook'in up down there, but theres nothing I can share And I'm walking through your town in the snow Maybe I could rustle up a job, Maybe I could rustle up a job, But there's nothing I could do, my best working days are through And I'm walking through your town in the snow Don't think I'll ever find my way back home, Don't think I'll ever find my way back home, I can see my golden years, shinning through these frozen tears I'm walking through your town in the snow

Green, Green Rocky Road is a song was written by, Len Chandler? Based on other older traditional songs best I can gather. Dave Van Ronk`s incredible interpretation of the song is the one that became famous. Oscar Isaac played this song exceptionally well for the Coen Brothers movie, Inside Llewyn Davis. The song is usually played in Drop D Tuning. I played it in Open D Tuning on a nylon string guitar that I won at an online goodwill thrift store ebay auction many years ago. I think I paid $30 for it. I like it because of the wide string spacing. Green, Green Rocky Road Lyrics [Verse 1] When I go by Baltimore Need no carpet on my floor You come along, follow me We'll go down to Galilee [Hook] Green green rocky road You promenade in green Tell me who ya love Tell me who ya love [Verse 2] See that crow up in the sky He don't walk, he just fly He don't walk, he don't run He keep on flapping, til' the sun [Hook] Howlin' Green green rocky road You promenade in green Tell me who ya love Tell me who ya love [Verse 3] Little Miss Jane you run to wall Don't you stumble, Don't you fall Don't you sing, Don't you shout When I sing you come runnin' out Howlin' Green green rocky road You Promenade in green Tell me who ya love Tell me who ya love [Verse 4] Hooka-dooka soda cracker Does your mama chew tobacco? If your mama chews tobacco Hooka-dooka, hooka-dooka soda cracker, yes [Hook] Green green rocky road You promenade in green Tell me who ya love Tell me who ya love [Verse 5] When I go by Baltimore Needin' no carpet on my floor Ya Come along, follow me There's a man in Galilee [Hook] Howlin' Green green rocky road You promenade in green Tell me who ya love Tell me who ya love

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s0jDU0ST1Vo

Good King Wenceslas is a Traditional Folk Song and Christmas carol that tells the story of how a benevolent king invites a poor homeless person into his castle for dinner. I sing and play it on guitar, fingerpicking style in drop D tuning this time. One of my most favorite songs ever. Seems like I record and post another version every year for Christmas. I plan on posting a banjo version too in the coming months too. No laws says you can only sing Christmas songs at Christmas time. Merry Christmas everyone. I`ll see you again good Lord willing in a few weeks. Good King Wenceslas - lyrics Guitar in drop D tuning Chords: D G D G Bm D G D Bm Asus G D Arranged and performed by Dan D. Dirges Good King Wenceslas looked out On the feast of Stephen, When the snow lay round about, Deep and crisp and even. Brightly shone the moon that night, Though the frost was cruel, When a poor man came in sight, Gathering winter fuel. "Hither, page, and stand by me. If thou know it telling: Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?" "Sire, he lives a good league hence, Underneath the mountain, Right against the forest fence By Saint Agnes fountain." "Bring me flesh, and bring me wine. Bring me pine logs hither. Thou and I will see him dine When we bear the thither." Page and monarch, forth they went, Forth they went together Through the rude wind's wild lament And the bitter weather. "Sire, the night is darker now, And the wind blows stronger. Fails my heart, I know not how. I can go no longer." "Mark my footsteps my good page, Tread thou in them boldly: Thou shalt find the winter's rage Freeze thy blood less coldly." In his master's step he trod, Where the snow lay dented. Heat was in the very sod Which the saint had printed. Therefore, Christian men, be sure, Wealth or rank possessing, Ye who now will bless the poor Shall yourselves find blessing. ------------------- good king wenceslas christmas song good king wenceslas christmas carols topic good king wenceslas lyrics good king wenceslas guitar good king wenceslas lyrics and chords

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote this poem, Christmas Bells on Christmas day in 1864. His son was wounded during the American civil war and he was despondent from that and with the war dragging on but on Christmas he heard the bells and the singing of the carols and he was hopeful the war would soon be over. In fact in 4 months it would be. I liked the poem so much I made up a song for it many years ago and felt like singing it again. I sing and play it on acoustic guitar using a simple fingerpicking arpeggio style. Christmas Bells - poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Music by Dan D. Dirges Performed by Dan D. Dirges I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men! And thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along The unbroken song Of peace on earth, good-will to men! Till, ringing, singing on its way The world revolved from night to day, A voice, a chime, A chant sublime Of peace on earth, good-will to men! Then from each black, accursed mouth The cannon thundered in the South, And with the sound The Carols drowned Of peace on earth, good-will to men! And in despair I bowed my head; ‘There is no peace on earth,’ I said; ‘For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men!’ Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: ‘God is not dead; nor doth he sleep! The Wrong shall fail, The Right prevail, With peace on earth, good-will to men!’ 'Christmas Bells' a Christmas poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Swing and Turn Jubilee is a traditional folk song which is fun to play at a barn dance or out on the porch. Swing and Turn Jubilee lyrics Clawhammer Banjo and vocal All out on the old railroad, All out on the sea, All out on the old railroad, Far as I can see. Chorus (after each verse): Swing and turn, Jubilee Live and learn, Jubilee Hardest work I ever done, Working on a farm, Easiest work I ever done, Rolling in your arms. If I had no horse to ride, I’d be found a-crawlin’ Up and down this rocky road, Searching for my darlin. Some will come on Saturday night And some will come on Sunday If you give ’em half a chance, They’ll be back on Monday. If I had a needle and thread, As fine as I could sew, I’d sew my true love to my side And down the river we`d flow. I won`t have no widow woman, Neither does my cousin, You can get such stuff as that, Fifteen cents a dozen. Coffee grows on a white oak tree, Sugar runs in Brandy, Girls are sweet as a lump of gold, Boys as sweet as candy.

O come, O come, Emmanuel is a Christmas Carol which has roots that go back to the ninth century. John Mason Neale translated the Latin text in 1864 to English and has been a favorite for many to sing around Christmas time but really these Christmas songs should not be limited just singing them around the holidays but year round. Anyways I sing and play it on acoustic guitar. I added more reverb than I usualIy do. I posted a version on Rumble with a lot less reverb if you want to have a look. I was going to add a link but I thick that`s against the rules. O Come, O Come, Emmanuel – full lyrics (my version) O come, O come, Emmanuel, And ransom captive Israel, That mourns in lonely exile here, Until the Son of God appear. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel. O come, O bright and Morning Star, and bring us comfort from afar! Dispel the shadows of the night and turn our darkness into light. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel. O come, Thou Dayspring, from on high, And cheer us by Thy drawing nigh; Disperse the gloomy clouds of night, And death's dark shadows put to flight. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel. O come, Thou Key of David, come And open wide our heav'nly home; Make safe the way that leads on high, And close the path to misery. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel.

O come, O come, Emmanuel is a Christmas Carol which has roots that go back to the ninth century. John Mason Neale translated the Latin text in 1864 to English and has been a favorite for many to sing around Christmas time but really these Christmas songs should not be limited just singing them around the holidays but year round. Anyways I sing and play it on acoustic guitar. I have a version posted with less reverb too. O Come, O Come, Emmanuel – full lyrics (my version) O come, O come, Emmanuel, And ransom captive Israel, That mourns in lonely exile here, Until the Son of God appear. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel. O come, O bright and Morning Star, and bring us comfort from afar! Dispel the shadows of the night and turn our darkness into light. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel. O come, Thou Dayspring, from on high, And cheer us by Thy drawing nigh; Disperse the gloomy clouds of night, And death's dark shadows put to flight. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel. O come, Thou Key of David, come And open wide our heav'nly home; Make safe the way that leads on high, And close the path to misery. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel.

O come, O come, Emmanuel is a Christmas Carol which has roots that go back to the ninth century. John Mason Neale translated the Latin text in 1864 to English and has been a favorite for many to sing around Christmas time but really these Christmas songs should not be limited just singing them around the holidays but year round. Anyways I sing and play it on acoustic guitar. I have a version posted with more reverb as well. O Come, O Come, Emmanuel – full lyrics (my version) O come, O come, Emmanuel, And ransom captive Israel, That mourns in lonely exile here, Until the Son of God appear. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel. O come, O bright and Morning Star, and bring us comfort from afar! Dispel the shadows of the night and turn our darkness into light. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel. O come, Thou Dayspring, from on high, And cheer us by Thy drawing nigh; Disperse the gloomy clouds of night, And death's dark shadows put to flight. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel. O come, Thou Key of David, come And open wide our heav'nly home; Make safe the way that leads on high, And close the path to misery. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel. - O come, Thou Rod of Jesse, free Thine own from Satan's tyranny; From depths of hell Thy people save, And give them victory o'er the grave. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel.

My Old Kentucky Home is song written by Stephen Foster. I sing and play it on a mountain banjo, two finger thumb lead with no thumb pick! I usually use a thumb pick because it`s easier for me to play with one but I have always liked the sound of no picks at all much better, but it`s a totally different feel for me but I think It`s finally coming around a little. There are many different interpretations of the meaning of this song and Stephen Foster has wrongly and cruelly been labelled a racist by many in the old time music community however if you just read the lyrics it`s easy to see he has compassion and empathy for the people leaving the cabin home whether the`re slaves or a family or both. This song is also sung every year at the start of the Kentucky Derby horse race. My Old Kentucky Home lyrics Stephen Foster Banjo in relative standard G tuning but tuned down to low C. Oh, the sun shines bright On my old Kentucky home 'Tis summer, The old folks are gay Well, the corn top's ripe And the meadow's in the bloom While the birds make music All the day Weep no more, my lady Oh, weep no more, today We will sing one song For my old Kentucky home For my old Kentucky home Far away. Well, the young folks roll All around the cabin floor They're merry, all Happy and bright By 'n by hard times will A-come a-knockin' at my door Then my old Kentucky home Good night Weep no more, my lady No, weep no more, today We will sing one song For my old Kentucky home For my old Kentucky home Far away. They hunt no more for the possum and the coon, On meadow, the hill and the shore, They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon, On the bench by the old cabin door. The day goes by like a shadow o’er the heart, With sorrow, where all was delight, The time has come when we will have to part, Then my old Kentucky home, goodnight. Weep no more, my lady Oh, weep no more, today We will sing one song For my old Kentucky home For my old Kentucky home Far away.

Shine Your Light is a song I wrote on the guitar. I worked up this banjo arrangement and play it on a wood top banjo.

Morning Fair is a song I heard Frank Proffitt play on the banjo. He learned it from his Aunt. It`s there version of the traditional folk song. I play it on guitar, all might post a banjo version someday. Morning fair Frank Proffitt lyrics As I woke up one morning fair To take a walk all in the air, I thought I heard my true love say, “Oh turn and come my way. “You told me tales, you told me lies, You courted a girl worth more than I. But gold will fade and silver will fly, My love for you will never die. “Oh, tell me, Willie, oh tell me please, Do you take her upon your knees And hug and kiss her all so free And tell her things you won't tell me? “Is it because that I am poor That you turn me far from your door To wander out in a cruel dark world Because you love a rich man's girl?” “She gave me cake, she gave me wine, I rode out in her carriage fine; She set herself upon my knee And begged and kissed me all so free. “Her father gives to me his land And also of his daughter's hand; To give it up, a fool I'd be, To trade it all for the love of thee.” She went upstairs, up to her bed; An aching was all in her head; A rope she tied around the sill; They found her hanging, cold and still. There in her bosom was this note, All with her pen these words she wrote: “Heap up my grave so very high So Willie can see as he rides by.”

I thought this song would be fun for halloween. It`s not too scary, no blood and guts but it`s kind of creepy and dirge like. I tuned the guitar down a full step and half so I can sing it in the right key. So it`s tuned like a barotone guitar. I added more reverb than I usually do. Let me know if its too much or needs even more. Eternity Is Only A Full Moon Away Written and Performed by Dan D. Dirges Fingerpicking acoustic guitar and vocal Maybe you can`t see me but I`ve been watching you From underneath a yellow moon, framed in black and blue There in the night, where dreams fill the sky And all lost souls go to die Somewhere, forever, for always, never apart we`ll be If I cannot have you here, I will have you there Somewhere, forever in eternity, in eternity, in eternity You know you can`t stay here, now it`s time to leave So come and take my hand, together we will be You`re far too fair for one such as I But soon we`ll disapper in the sweet by and by Somewhere, forever, for always, never apart we`ll be If I cannot have you here, I will have you there Somewhere, forever in eternity, in eternity, in eternity

Autumn To May is a song I think was written by Peter Yarrow and Paul Stookey of the band, Peter Paul and Mary. Dave Van Ronk recorded an excellent but much different version around the same time in the early 1960`s which makes me think it might be a traditional folk song. I have trouble getting a decent recording when I strum the guitar so I stuffed the guitar full of towels to make it less loud. It sounds muffled and very clunky. I have no idea the problem is. I`ve tried everything I can think of. Anyways this is one of the first songs I learned to play and it`s still one of my favorites. AUTUMN TO MAY lyrics Oh once I had a little dog, his color it was brown I taught him for to whistle, to sing and dance and run His legs they were fourteen yards long, his ears so very wide Around the world in half a day, upon him I could ride. Sing Tarry-O Day, Sing, Autumn to May. Oh once I had a little frog, he wore a vest of red He'd lean upon his silver cane, a top hat on his head He'd speak of far off places, of things to see and do, Of all the Kings and Queens he'd met while sailing in a shoe. Sing Tarry-O Day, Sing, Autumn to May. Oh once I had a flock of sheep, they grazed upon a feather I'd keep them in a music box from wind or rainy weather And every day the sun would shine, they'd fly all through the town To bring me back some golden rings, candy by the pound. Sing Tarry-O Day, Sing, Autumn to May. Oh once I had a downey swan, she was so very frail She sat upon an oyster shell and hatched me out a snail The snail had changed into a bird, the bird to butterfly And he who tells a bigger tale would have to tell a lie. Sing Tarry-O Day, Sing, Autumn to May.

I thought this song would be fun for halloween. It`s not too scary, no blood and guts but it`s kind of creepy and dirge like. I tuned the guitar down a full step and half so I can sing it in the right key. So it`s tuned like a barotone guitar. Eternity Is Only A Full Moon Away Written and Performed by Dan D. Dirges Fingerpicking acoustic guitar and vocal Maybe you can`t see me but I`ve been watching you From underneath a yellow moon, framed in black and blue There in the night, where dreams fill the sky And all lost souls go to die Somewhere, forever, for always, never apart we`ll be If I cannot have you here, I will have you there Somewhere, forever in eternity, in eternity, in eternity You know you can`t stay here, now it`s time to leave So come and take my hand, together we will be You`re far too fair for one such as I But soon we`ll disapper in the sweet by and by Somewhere, forever, for always, never apart we`ll be If I cannot have you here, I will have you there Somewhere, forever in eternity, in eternity, in eternity

Autumn To May is a song I think was written by Peter Yarrow and Paul Stookey of the band, Peter Paul and Mary. Dave Van Ronk recorded an excellent but much different version around the same time in the early 1960`s which makes me think it might be a traditional folk song. I have trouble getting a decent recording when I strum the guitar so I stuffed the guitar full of towels to make it less loud. It sounds muffled and very clunky. I have no idea the problem is. I`ve tried everything I can think of. Anyways this is one of the first songs I learned to play and it`s still one of my favorites. AUTUMN TO MAY lyrics Oh once I had a little dog, his color it was brown I taught him for to whistle, to sing and dance and run His legs they were fourteen yards long, his ears so very wide Around the world in half a day, upon him I could ride. Sing Tarry-O Day, Sing, Autumn to May. Oh once I had a little frog, he wore a vest of red He'd lean upon his silver cane, a top hat on his head He'd speak of far off places, of things to see and do, Of all the Kings and Queens he'd met while sailing in a shoe. Sing Tarry-O Day, Sing, Autumn to May. Oh once I had a flock of sheep, they grazed upon a feather I'd keep them in a music box from wind or rainy weather And every day the sun would shine, they'd fly all through the town To bring me back some golden rings, candy by the pound. Sing Tarry-O Day, Sing, Autumn to May. Oh once I had a downey swan, she was so very frail She sat upon an oyster shell and hatched me out a snail The snail had changed into a bird, the bird to butterfly And he who tells a bigger tale would have to tell a lie. Sing Tarry-O Day, Sing, Autumn to May.

For One Who Never Was - lyrics Written and Performed by Dan D. Dirges Guitar Fingerpicking and Vocal Harry was large, stood six foot four Had a grotesque face, in his head he fought a war He lived next door, in the room next to mine He seldom went out, he preferred to stay inside Where he`d sing to the stars, through his apartment window People stopped to hear, from the street below Will it takes a kinds to make the world go rough Fate can be so cold Many faces I`ve seen, many places I`ve been I`ve never met a man so strange As Harry Jones I asked him once, how things were He said I`m ok, though I`m not so sure Then he looked in the mirror and began to weep When I asked what`s wrong, he said I don`t believe Then he asked me strange, what love was like I said it`s ok, he bowed his head and cried Will it takes a kinds to make the world go rough Fate can be so cold Many faces I`ve seen, many places I`ve been I`ve never met a man so strange As Harry Jones At Christmas time, he`d decorate the hallways Sing Yule songs, to pass the time away Though he went no where and no one came around This time of year, some happiness he found When the shotgun blast, shook the pictures on the wall The stars cried out, for what they saw Will it takes a kinds to make the world go rough Fate can be so cold Many faces I`ve seen, many places I`ve been I`ve never met a man so strange As Harry Jones Formally known as: The Lonesome Death Of Harry Jones

Loving Henry, also known as, Henry Lee as well as, Lou Bonnie, Young Hunting, Henry Lee, Loving Henry Lee. Harold & Margaret Winters perform this song so great. Nick Cave has also recorded it. It`s listed as Child Ballad number 68. *(Child Ballads are not necessarily for children, it refers to a group of ballads collected by, Francis James Child) Guitar in open D tuning: Bm A Bm / Bm A Bm / Bm A / G Csharp minor Bm Banjo in standard D tuning: Same as guitar Bm A Bm / Bm A Bm / Bm A / G Csharp minor Bm 3/4 time Loving Henry - lyrics (Harold & Margaret Winters version) Lie down, lie down, loving Henry, she said And spend the night with me Your bed will be of the softest down The best I`ll give to thee I can`t lie down and I won`t lie down To spend the night with thee I have another love in archers land I love much better than thee As he bent down from his saddle low To give her kisses three She took her knife in her right hand And stabbed his heart (bitterly? Carefully? for thee? for free?) She took him by his golden hair Her sister by his feet They threw him in the old stone well So cold, so damp and deep Lie there, lie there loving Henry she said Till the meat rots from your bones Your own true love in Archers land Will think your a long time gone A little bird sitting up in a tree I hear in all they did say Said I`ll fly away to archers land And there I`ll sit and sing Fly down, fly down little bird she said And sit upon my knee Your cage will be of the purest gold With a perch of ivory I can`t fly down and I won`t fly down And sit upon your knee For if you`d murder your own true love Then you would murder me I wish I had an arrow A bow and a string I`d perce your heart little bird she said And the more you`ll sit and sing But you haven`t got an arrow A bow nor a string So I`ll fly away to archers land and there I`ll sit and sing Variants 1238 Lou Bonnie 1400 Loving Henry 1535 Henry Lee

Loving Henry, also known as, Henry Lee as well as, Lou Bonnie, Young Hunting, Henry Lee, Loving Henry Lee. Harold & Margaret Winters perform this song so great. Nick Cave has also recorded it. It`s listed as Child Ballad number 68. *(Child Ballads are not necessarily for children, it refers to a group of ballads collected by, Francis James Child) Guitar in open D tuning: Bm A Bm / Bm A Bm / Bm A / G Csharp minor Bm Banjo in standard D tuning: Same as guitar Bm A Bm / Bm A Bm / Bm A / G Csharp minor Bm 3/4 time Loving Henry - lyrics (Harold & Margaret Winters version) Lie down, lie down, loving Henry, she said And spend the night with me Your bed will be of the softest down The best I`ll give to thee I can`t lie down and I won`t lie down To spend the night with thee I have another love in archers land I love much better than thee As he bent down from his saddle low To give her kisses three She took her knife in her right hand And stabbed his heart (bitterly? Carefully? for thee? for free?) She took him by his golden hair Her sister by his feet They threw him in the old stone well So cold, so damp and deep Lie there, lie there loving Henry she said Till the meat rots from your bones Your own true love in Archers land Will think your a long time gone A little bird sitting up in a tree I hear in all they did say Said I`ll fly away to archers land And there I`ll sit and sing Fly down, fly down little bird she said And sit upon my knee Your cage will be of the purest gold With a perch of ivory I can`t fly down and I won`t fly down And sit upon your knee For if you`d murder your own true love Then you would murder me I wish I had an arrow A bow and a string I`d perce your heart little bird she said And the more you`ll sit and sing But you haven`t got an arrow A bow nor a string So I`ll fly away to archers land and there I`ll sit and sing Variants 1238 Lou Bonnie 1400 Loving Henry 1535 Henry Lee

For One Who Never Was - lyrics Written and Performed by Dan D. Dirges Guitar Fingerpicking and Vocal Harry was large, stood six foot four Had a grotesque face, in his head he fought a war He lived next door, in the room next to mine He seldom went out, he preferred to stay inside Where he`d sing to the stars, through his apartment window People stopped to hear, from the street below Will it takes a kinds to make the world go rough Fate can be so cold Many faces I`ve seen, many places I`ve been I`ve never met a man so strange As Harry Jones I asked him once, how things were He said I`m ok, though I`m not so sure Then he looked in the mirror and began to weep When I asked what`s wrong, he said I don`t believe Then he asked me strange, what love was like I said it`s ok, he bowed his head and cried Will it takes a kinds to make the world go rough Fate can be so cold Many faces I`ve seen, many places I`ve been I`ve never met a man so strange As Harry Jones At Christmas time, he`d decorate the hallways Sing Yule songs, to pass the time away Though he went no where and no one came around This time of year, some happiness he found When the shotgun blast, shook the pictures on the wall The stars cried out, for what they saw Will it takes a kinds to make the world go rough Fate can be so cold Many faces I`ve seen, many places I`ve been I`ve never met a man so strange As Harry Jones Formally known as: The Lonesome Death Of Harry Jones