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The Half Remarkable Question is a song by The Incredible String Band. I play a relatively simple guitar version compared to the original which goes a little something like this: (Be prepared to have your mind blown!) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O3vWQY7k3zs The Half Remarkable Question - lyrics Guitar arranged by Dan D. Dirges Who moved the black castle Who moved the white queen When Gimel and Daleth were standing between? Out of the evening growing a veil Pining for the pine woods that ached for the sail There's something forgotten I want you to know The freckles of rain they are telling me so Oh, it's the old forgotten question What is it that we are part of? And what is it that we are? And an elephant madness has covered the sun The judge and the juries they play for the fun They've torn up the roses and washed all the soap And the martyr who marries them dares not elope Oh, it's the never realized question What is it that we are part of? And what is it that we are? Oh long, oh long ever yet my eyes Braved the gates enormous fire And the body folded 'round me And the person in me grew The flower and its petal The root and its grasp The earth and its bigness The breath and its gasp The mind and its motion The foot and its move The life and its pattern The heart and its love Oh, it's the half-remarkable question What is it that we are part of? And what is it that we are?

Take Me Home Country Roads was a HUGE massive hit back in the early 1970`s. John Denver recorded it. I came up with this Banjo 3 finger like arrangement. (I only had two finger working though) Take Me Home, Country Roads Lyrics [Verse 1] Almost Heaven, West Virginia Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River Life is old there, older than the trees Younger than the mountains, growing like a breeze [Chorus] Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mama Take me home, country roads [Verse 2] All my memories gather 'round her Miner's lady, stranger to blue water Dark and dusty, painted on the sky Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye [Chorus] Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mama Take me home, country roads [Bridge] I hear her voice in the morning hour, she calls me The radio reminds me of my home far away Driving down the road, I get a feeling That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mama Take me home, country roads Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mama Take me home, country roads [Outro] Take me home, (Down) country roads Take me home, (Down) country roads

The Half Remarkable Question is a song by The Incredible String Band. I play a relatively simple guitar version compared to the original which goes a little something like this: (Be prepared to have your mind blown!) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O3vWQY7k3zs The Half Remarkable Question - lyrics Guitar arranged by Dan D. Dirges Who moved the black castle Who moved the white queen When Gimel and Daleth were standing between? Out of the evening growing a veil Pining for the pine woods that ached for the sail There's something forgotten I want you to know The freckles of rain they are telling me so Oh, it's the old forgotten question What is it that we are part of? And what is it that we are? And an elephant madness has covered the sun The judge and the juries they play for the fun They've torn up the roses and washed all the soap And the martyr who marries them dares not elope Oh, it's the never realized question What is it that we are part of? And what is it that we are? Oh long, oh long ever yet my eyes Braved the gates enormous fire And the body folded 'round me And the person in me grew The flower and its petal The root and its grasp The earth and its bigness The breath and its gasp The mind and its motion The foot and its move The life and its pattern The heart and its love Oh, it's the half-remarkable question What is it that we are part of? And what is it that we are?

Wild Mountain Thyme was written by Francis McPeake, a native of Belfast Northern Ireland. It was first recorded by him in 1957 and has since been recorded by numerous artists. There is a great controversy over one word in the song. Pluck or Pull. I chose pull wild mountain thyme because it feels funny to me to sing it as, pluck wild mountain thyme. Wild Mountain Thyme - lyrics Performed and arranged by Dan D. Dirges Guitar and vocal O the summertime is coming. And the trees are sweetly blooming And the wild mountain thyme Blooms around the purple heather I will build my love a tower By yon clear an crystal fountain And on it I`ll shower All the flowers of the mountain Will you go lassie, go? And we'll all go together To pull wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather Will you go, lassie go? If my true love will not go I will surely find another To pull wild mountain thyme, All around the purple heather I will build my love a shelter. On a high mountain green. and my love shall be the fairest. That the summer sun has seen. Will you go lassie, go? And we'll all go together To pull wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather Will you go, lassie go?

The Blacksmith is a Traditional Irish Celtic Folk Song. Clumsy clawhammer and vocal version. I posted a guitar version as well a couple months ago. The Blacksmith - Lyrics Oh the blacksmith courted me, nine months and better He bravely won my heart, wrote me a letter With his hammer in his hand, he looked quite clever And if I was with my love, I would live forever But where has my love gone, with his cheeks like roses And his good black billycock on, decked with primroses I'm afraid the scorching (summer?) sun, will shine and burn his beauty And if I was with my love, Well I'd do my duty Strange news has come to town, strange news is carried Strange news flies up and down, my love he's married I wish them both much joy although they can't hear me And may God reward them well for the slighting of me Don't you remember well, when you lay beside me you said you'd marry me and not deny me If I said I'd marry you, it was only for to try you But bring your witness love, and I'll not deny you Oh witness have I none, save God almighty May he reward you well, for the slighting of me Her lips grew pale and wan, it made her poor heart tremble To think she loved him so and he proved deceitful

Hiram Hubbard is a traditional folk song of the land. It tells of the tragic story of how Hiram Hubbard was executed for a crime great many say he did not commit. Many artists have performed this song like, Hiram Hubbard is a traditional folk song of the land. It tells of the tragic story of how Hiram Hubbard was executed for a crime great many say he did not commit. Many artists have performed this song like, Ewan MacColl, Peggy Seeger and Bob Dylan. I`m more partial to the Jake Book version. If you like this at all you will love the way he sings and play this song. I sing and play it on the mountain banjo clawhammer style Hiram Hubbard - lyrics Come gather round me children and a story I will tell Come gather round me children and a story I will tell Concerning poor Hiram Hubbard, and how he came and fell While traveling through this country in sorrow and distress While traveling through this country in sorrow and distress The rebels overhauled him, and in chains they bound him fast They whopped him up the mountain and they whopped him up the hill They whopped him up the mountain and they whopped him up the hill To that place of execution where he begged to write his will Farewell kind friends and neighbors, likewise my wife and child Farewell kind friends and neighbors, likewise my wife and child I never hurt nobody, but now I'm bound to die Well they bound the chains around him and they tied him to a tree Well they bound the chains around him and they tied him to a tree Eleven balls went through him and then he sank away Hiram Hubbard was not guilty, I've heard great many say Hiram Hubbard was not guilty, I've heard great many say He was not in this country, he was ninety miles away,Hiram Hubbard is a traditional folk song of the land. It tells of the tragic story of how Hiram Hubbard was executed for a crime great many say he did not commit. Many artists have performed this song like, Ewan MacColl, Peggy Seeger and Bob Dylan. I`m more partial to the Jake Book version. If you like this at all you will love the way he sings and play this song. I sing and play it on the mountain banjo clawhammer style Hiram Hubbard - lyrics Come gather round me children and a story I will tell Come gather round me children and a story I will tell Concerning poor Hiram Hubbard, and how he came and fell While traveling through this country in sorrow and distress While traveling through this country in sorrow and distress The rebels overhauled him, and in chains they bound him fast They whopped him up the mountain and they whopped him up the hill They whopped him up the mountain and they whopped him up the hill To that place of execution where he begged to write his will Farewell kind friends and neighbors, likewise my wife and child Farewell kind friends and neighbors, likewise my wife and child I never hurt nobody, but now I'm bound to die Well they bound the chains around him and they tied him to a tree Well they bound the chains around him and they tied him to a tree Eleven balls went through him and then he sank away Hiram Hubbard was not guilty, I've heard great many say Hiram Hubbard was not guilty, I've heard great many say He was not in this country, he was ninety miles away, Ewan MacColl & Peggy Seeger and Bob Dylan. I`m more partial to the Jake Book version. If you like this at all you will love the way he sings and play this song. I sing and play it on the mountain banjo clawhammer style Hiram Hubbard - lyrics Come gather round me children and a story I will tell Come gather round me children and a story I will tell Concerning poor Hiram Hubbard, and how he came and fell While traveling through this country in sorrow and distress While traveling through this country in sorrow and distress The rebels overhauled him, and in chains they bound him fast They whopped him up the mountain and they whopped him up the hill They whopped him up the mountain and they whopped him up the hill To that place of execution where he begged to write his will Farewell kind friends and neighbors, likewise my wife and child Farewell kind friends and neighbors, likewise my wife and child I never hurt nobody, but now I'm bound to die Well they bound the chains around him and they tied him to a tree Well they bound the chains around him and they tied him to a tree Eleven balls went through him and then he sank away Hiram Hubbard was not guilty, I've heard great many say Hiram Hubbard was not guilty, I've heard great many say He was not in this country, he was ninety miles away

Hiram Hubbard is a traditional folk song of the land. It tells of the tragic story of how Hiram Hubbard was executed for a crime that great many say he did not commit. Many artists have performed this song like, Ewan MacColl, Peggy Seeger and Bob Dylan. I`m partial to the Jake Book version. If you like this song at all you will love the way he sings and plays it. I sing and play it on the mountain banjo clawhammer style Hiram Hubbard - lyrics Come gather round me children and a story I will tell Come gather round me children and a story I will tell Concerning poor Hiram Hubbard, and how he came and fell While traveling through this country in sorrow and distress While traveling through this country in sorrow and distress The rebels overhauled him, and in chains they bound him fast They whopped him up the mountain and they whopped him up the hill They whopped him up the mountain and they whopped him up the hill To that place of execution where he begged to write his will Farewell kind friends and neighbors, likewise my wife and child Farewell kind friends and neighbors, likewise my wife and child I never hurt nobody, but now I'm bound to die Well they bound the chains around him and they tied him to a tree Well they bound the chains around him and they tied him to a tree Eleven balls went through him and then he sank away Hiram Hubbard was not guilty, I've heard great many say Hiram Hubbard was not guilty, I've heard great many say He was not in this country, he was ninety miles away

The Blackest Crow is a traditional Appalachian folk song. It`s also known as, The Lover`s Lament, As Time Draws Near and My Dearest Dear. This time I sing and play it on a homemade guitar. The sound of it takes awhile to get used to. I`ll probably play it again someday on a regular guitar. I have a banjo version posted as well. The Blackest Crow - lyrics As time draws near my dearest dear when you and I must part How little you know of the grief and woe in my poor aching heart Each night I suffer for your sake, you’re the girl I love so dear I wish that I was going with you or you were staying here I wish my breast were made of glass wherein you might behold Upon my heart your name lies wrote in letters made of gold In letters made of gold my love, believe me when I say You are the one that I will adore until my dying day The blackest crow that ever flew would surely turn to white If ever I prove false to you bright day will turn to night Bright day will turn to night my love, the elements will mourn If ever I prove false to you the seas will 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 light to me pray send And when the wind blows high and clear pray send your love to me That I might know by your hand light how time has gone with thee

The Blackest Crow is a traditional Appalachian folk song. It`s also known as, The Lover`s Lament, As Time Draws Near and My Dearest Dear. This time I sing and play it on a homemade guitar. The sound of it takes awhile to get used to. I`ll probably play it again someday on a regular guitar. I have a banjo version posted as well. The Blackest Crow - lyrics As time draws near my dearest dear when you and I must part How little you know of the grief and woe in my poor aching heart Each night I suffer for your sake, you’re the girl I love so dear I wish that I was going with you or you were staying here I wish my breast were made of glass wherein you might behold Upon my heart your name lies wrote in letters made of gold In letters made of gold my love, believe me when I say You are the one that I will adore until my dying day The blackest crow that ever flew would surely turn to white If ever I prove false to you bright day will turn to night Bright day will turn to night my love, the elements will mourn If ever I prove false to you the seas will 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 light to me pray send And when the wind blows high and clear pray send your love to me That I might know by your hand light how time has gone with thee

Pretty Saro is a traditional folk song. He loves her but she doesn`t want anything to do with him because he`s flat broke. So he is left to wander all of eternity with a broken heart thinking of pretty Saro. Pretty Saro (Traditional folk song) lyrics Guitar chords: Am Dm E Strum pattern: 3/4 time - down down down up Down in some lone valley in some lonesome place I wish no better pastime than to be with my sweet But she said she won’t have me so that I understand She wants some freeholder where I have no land I cannot maintain her on silver and gold Nor buy her all the fine things that a big house can hold So farewell pretty Saro I bid you adieu I’m going to wander this whole world through If I were a merchant and write some fine hand I’d write my love a letter so she might understand I’d send it by river where the wild waters flow And I’d think of pretty Saro wherever I go If I were a dove and had wings and could fly This night to my love’s window, I would fly nigh In her lily white arms all the night I would lay And watch those little windows till the dawning of day Traditional, adapted and arranged by Derroll Adams Performed by Dan D. Dirges

Old Joe Clark is a fun traditional American folk song to sing and play on the banjo or any other instrument. There`s a lot of silly and funny lyrics in this song! Old Joe Clark - lyrics Two finger thumb lead or clawhammer banjo Banjo tuning in standard but tuned down to low C Arranged by Dan D. Dirges Old Joe Clark's a fine old man Tell you the reason why He keeps good likker 'round his house that Good old Rock and Rye Old Joe Clark, the preacher's son Preached all over the plain The only text he ever knew Was High, low, Jack and the game Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark Fare thee well, I say Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark I'm a going away Old Joe Clark had a yellow cat She would neither sing or pray She stuck her nose in the butermilk jar And washed her sins away Old Joe Clark he had a house Fifteen stories high And every story in that house Was filled with chicken pie Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark Fare thee well, I say Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark I'm a going away I went down to Old Joe's house He invited me to supper I stumped my toe on the table leg And stuck my nose in the butter Now I wouldn't marry a widow Tell you the reason why She'd have so many children They'd make those biscuits fly Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark Fare thee well, I say Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark I'm a going away Sixteen horses in my team The leaders they are blind And every time the sun goes down There's a pretty girl on my mind Eighteen miles of mountain road And fifteen miles of sand If I ever travel this road again I'll be a married man Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark Fare thee well, I say Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark I'm a going away Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark Fare thee well, I say Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark I'm a going away I'm a going away I'm.......a going away

Lost In the wilderness is a dark moody depressing dirge in a weird alternate guitar tuning. I sing and play it fingerpicking style on acoustic guitar. I wrote this song sometime during the last millenium on a banjo that I briefly had and never learned how to play correctly back then but I did bang this song out on it. I added more reverb and a touch of echo on this one for atmospheric effect. Lost In the Wilderness Written and performed by Dan D. Dirges (for banjo or guitar) Guitar tuning - BADFsharpAB (minor chord shape) Banjo tuning - ADFsharpA Where oh where have you gone And where oh where will you go I saw you walking in the rain Your head bowed down to the wind Bowed to the wind Lost in the wilderness alone Where will you go Time keeps slipping away Fate`s gaining on you everyday Your body is withering in the sun Somewhere new life has begun Life has begun Lost in the wilderness alone Where will you go The wind cries your name thru the trees Your spirit can`t fly with broken wings Hanging by a limb in mid air And no one even knows you`re there Hanging in the air Lost in the wilderness alone Where will you go

The Derby Ram, also known as The Darby Ram and, As I Was Going To Derby, is an English traditional folk song. It was said to be a favorite of George Washington who liked to sing it during the American Revolutionary war. Bascom Lamar Lunsford and Jean Ritchie have recorded this song. I have always felt like this is a sad song. They cut the poor giant Rams throat and the blood it run for 40 miles. It took all the men in Derby town to roll the bones away and all the pretty girls to carry the wool away. Anyways this is my arrangement, Two Finger Thumb Lead Banjo and vocal. The Derby Ram - lyrics arranged and performed by Dan D. Dirges Two Finger Thumb Lead Banjo Banjo Tuning: relative standard only much lower - Csharp Aflat Csharp F Aflat As I went down to darby all on a summers day I spied the biggest ram sir thats ever been fed on hay And he rambled, and he rambled, yes he rambled till the butcher cut him down This old ram had four feet sir and when he put em down every foot he had measured a whole acre around And he rambled, and he rambled, yes he rambled till the butcher cut him down the horns on this rams head sir reached halfway to the moon a man went up in january and he never come down till june, And he rambled every tooth in this rams head sir was hollow as a horn and every tooth he had held a 40 bushel of corn And he rambled, and he rambled, yes he rambled till the butcher cut him down the wool on this rams back sir reached up for the sky. where the eagle built her next for I heard the young ones cry And he rambled, and he rambled, yes he rambled till the butcher cut him down the head on this large ram sir was as big as noahs ark A dog ran up its nostril then turned around and barked, And he rambled the man that cut this rams throat stood knee deep in the blood and the man that held the basin bowl got washed away in the flood And he rambled, and he rambled, yes he rambled till the butcher cut him down the blood it run for 40 miles Im sure it run no more it turned the biggest water wheel that has ever turned before And he rambled, and he rambled, yes he rambled till the butcher cut him down took all the men in darby town to roll the bones away took all the pretty girls in darby town to carry the wool away And he rambled, and he rambled, yes he rambled till the butcher cut him down yes he rambled till the butcher cut him down

Robert Frost Poem, Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening - I made a song out of it. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening By Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.

The Derby Ram, also known as The Darby Ram and, As I Was Going To Derby, is an English traditional folk song. It was said to be a favorite of George Washington who liked to sing it during the American Revolutionary war. Bascom Lamar Lunsford and Jean Ritchie have recorded this song. I have always felt like this is a sad song. They cut the poor giant Rams throat and the blood it run for 40 miles. It took all the men in Derby town to roll the bones away and all the pretty girls to carry the wool away. Anyways this is my arrangement, Two Finger Thumb Lead Banjo and vocal. The Derby Ram - lyrics arranged and performed by Dan D. Dirges Two Finger Thumb Lead Banjo Banjo Tuning: relative standard only much lower - Csharp Aflat Csharp F Aflat As I went down to darby all on a summers day I spied the biggest ram sir thats ever been fed on hay And he rambled, and he rambled, yes he rambled till the butcher cut him down This old ram had four feet sir and when he put em down every foot he had measured a whole acre around And he rambled, and he rambled, yes he rambled till the butcher cut him down the horns on this rams head sir reached halfway to the moon a man went up in january and he never come down till june, And he rambled every tooth in this rams head sir was hollow as a horn and every tooth he had held a 40 bushel of corn And he rambled, and he rambled, yes he rambled till the butcher cut him down the wool on this rams back sir reached up for the sky. where the eagle built her next for I heard the young ones cry And he rambled, and he rambled, yes he rambled till the butcher cut him down the head on this large ram sir was as big as noahs ark A dog ran up its nostril then turned around and barked, And he rambled the man that cut this rams throat stood knee deep in the blood and the man that held the basin bowl got washed away in the flood And he rambled, and he rambled, yes he rambled till the butcher cut him down the blood it run for 40 miles Im sure it run no more it turned the biggest water wheel that has ever turned before And he rambled, and he rambled, yes he rambled till the butcher cut him down took all the men in darby town to roll the bones away took all the pretty girls in darby town to carry the wool away And he rambled, and he rambled, yes he rambled till the butcher cut him down yes he rambled till the butcher cut him down

Robert Frost Poem, Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening - I made a song out of it. Simple acoustic guitar strum with vocal. I added a kool flanger effect for the solo! Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening By Robert Frost {Arranged for the song) Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. ============================ Poem as Robert Frost wrote it Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening By Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.

I Believe In Jesus Written and performed by Dan D. Dirges Guitar tuning (CGCGCE) Travis pick the melody while singing Think I`m gonna live forever Think I`m gonna live forever in heaven Cause I believe in Jesus Yes I believe in Jesus Christ almighty And I believe in love Nothing can ever harm me Nothing can ever burden me no longer Cause I`ve been washed in the blood of the lamb Yes I`ve been washed in the blood of Christ almighty And I believe in love I`m going to see my mother I`m going to see my father too in heaven And we will live forever Yes we will live eternally someday in heaven Cause we believe in Jesus And Jesus is love

Sugar Hill is an old time banjo folk song. Fun to sing and play on the mountain banjo. Sugar Hill - lyrics Clawhammer Banjo If you want to get your fill, If you want to get your eye knocked out, Climb on Sugar Hill. Jay bird on the mountain top Red bird on the ground Black crow up a sugar tree Shake that sugar down Possum sitting on a rail fence Staring at the sun; Hound dog coming down the road, Possum better run. Got two dimes in my jeans Can`t you hear it jingle I'm going to chase them pretty gals As long as I stay single Peaches in the summertime Apples in the fall If I can`t have the one I want I don`t want no one at all Get your banjo off the wall, Grab your fiddle, Bill; Hitch the horses to the sleigh, We're going to Sugar Hill. If you want to get your eye knocked out, If you want to get your fill, If you want to get your eye knocked out, Climb on Sugar Hill.

All God`s Children Return To Dust Written and performed by Dan D. Dirges Guitar fingerpicking All God`s children yearn to be free They could walk on water if they just believe But they slip below the waves and never return The king and the wiseman, the beggar and the fool All dance beneath the starry sky and sing to the moon Then slip behind the veil and never return All God`s children, All return to dust All God`s children, all must travel on All across the ages, out into time Men have chased the rainbow bridge hoping to find Then severed the silver thread and never returned All we of flesh and blood soon will be free We will live forever if we just believe And journey out of the darkness and never return All God`s children, All return to dust All God`s children, all must travel on

The Ballad of Joaquin Murrieta and Three Finger Jack was written by, Jim Ringer. They were outlaws terrorizing the west before a posse caught up with them and killed them. Then they cut off Murrieta’s head and Jack’s hand and put them in pickled jars as proof so they could collect the reward money. Here is the link to Jim Ringer singing this song. It starts at the thirteen minute mark. It`s the only known video of Jim Ringer performing. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XqmlagwkxFg The Ballad of Joaquin Murrieta and Three Finger Jack - lyrics (The Outlaws Jack and Juaquin) Written by Jim Ringer Performed by Dan D. Dirges As a child I heard tales about three finger Jack He rode out with Joaquin and they never rode back Back home we heard stories about the treasures and glories And the wild times the two of them seen Jack and the man called Juaquin Well the mighty Sierra`a are high and their old And the Mexicans work and the gringo`s got gold And how can you blame a man trying to claim Something better then peppers and beans The outlaws Jack and Juaquin Well a high steppin horse and a long barrelled gun Can make a man proud and a proud man won`t run And a man you should fear is a man you can`t scare And that crippled hand reached for a dream He shared with a man called Juaquin Well they hide thru the day and they ride thru the night And sometimes they`ll run but sometimes they`ll fight And how can you find them when you`re always behind them Like phantoms they`re felt but not seen The outlaws Jack and Juaquin Well the mighty Sierra`s are quiet today But old Mexican women light candles and pray That the head and the hand that were shown thru the land Was somebody they`d never seen And not those of Jack and Juaquin And stories are told every now and again About a ranch in Senora that was run by two men And they lived there like lords never crossing the border And living like old Spanish kings And they claimed it was Jack and Juaquin

Pretty Peggy-O is a traditional Folk song that originated in Scotland and known there as, The Bonnie Lass o' Fyvie (Roud # 545). It made it`s way over on the Mayflower to America and underwent some changes as all folk songs do over the centuries. This song is also known as, Fennario, The Maid Of Fife and Peggy-O. Many recording artists such as Bob Dylan, Simon and Garfunkel and Jerry Garcia have recorded this song. Here I sing and play it on guitar using this simple fingerpicking pattern. T I M I R I M I Pretty Peggy-O -lyrics As we marched down to fennario As we marched down to fennario Our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove And they called her by her name pretty Peggy-O Come running down the stairs, pretty Peggy-O Come running down the stairs, pretty Peggy-O Come running down the stairs, combing back your yellow hair You`re the prettiest little lady I have ever seen-o In a carriage you will ride, pretty Peggy-O In a carriage you will ride, pretty Peggy-O In a carriage you will ride With your true love by your side As fair as any maiden in the area-o What will your mother say, pretty Peggy-O? What will your mother say, pretty Peggy-O? What will your mother say When she finds you've gone away To places far and strange to Fennario? If ever I return, pretty Peggy-O If ever I return, pretty Peggy-O If ever I return All your cities I will burn Destroying all the ladies in the area-o Destroying all the ladies in the area-o Your captain he is dead pretty Peggy-O Your captain he is dead pretty Peggy-O Your captain he is dead and he died for a maid And they buried him down deep in fennario

The Blackest Crow is a traditional Appalachian folk song. It`s also known as, The Lover`s Lament, As Time Draws Near and My Dearest Dear. I first heard it as a folk festival many years ago. I love the melody and poetic lyrics. One of my all time favorite songs. This is my banjo arrangement. I hope to do a guitar version as well. The Blackest Crow Clawhammer Banjo Banjo tuning like in standard G but tuned down to low C sharp As time draws near my dearest dear when you and I must part How little you know of the grief and woe in my poor aching heart Each night I suffer for your sake, you’re the girl I love so dear I wish that I was going with you or you were staying here I wish my breast were made of glass wherein you might behold Upon my heart your name lies wrote in letters made of gold In letters made of gold my love, believe me when I say You are the one that I will adore until my dying day The blackest crow that ever flew would surely turn to white If ever I prove false to you bright day will turn to night Bright day will turn to night my love, the elements will mourn If ever I prove false to you the seas will 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 light to me pray send And when the wind blows high and clear pray send your love to me That I might know by your hand light how time has gone with thee

Hares on the mountain is a traditional English folk song. Also known as, Blackbirds and Thrushes. I sing and play it on guitar using a couple of different fingerpicking patterns. Switching back and forth every verse. Lankum and Shirley Collins are probably best known for this song. I think all the kool kids on TikTok like this song as well which is always a bonus. I put a little extra Valhalla Super Massive reverb on this one to. Let us know if we added too much or if it needs more. We`re a little hard of hearing in one ear and can`t hear to good out the other. So any advise would be appreciated. Hares on the mountain lyrics Oh Sally my dear, it's you I'd be kissing Oh Sally my dear, it's you I'd be kissing She smiled and replied, you don't know what you're missing Oh Sally my dear, I wish I could wed you Oh Sally my dear, I wish I could bed you She smiled and replied, then you'd say I'd misled you If all you young men were hares on the mountain If all you young men were hares on the mountain How many young girls would take guns and go hunting? If the young men could sing like blackbirds and thrushes If the young men could sing like blackbirds and thrushes How many young girls would go beating the bushes? If all you young men wеre fish in the water If all you young mеn were fish in the water How many young girls would undress and dive after? But the young men are given to frisking and fooling Oh the young men are given to frisking and fooling So I'll leave them alone and attend to my schooling

Long Journey Home is a traditional folk song. The Monroe Brothers, Flat and Scruggs and Doc Watson have all recorded Bluegrass versions of this song. I`m most partial to the Josh Turknett "ClawhammerBrainjo" version. HIGHLY recommend his channel if you like banjo music and/or want to learn how to play the banjo. Long Journey Home - lyrics Clawhammer banjo or Two finger thumb lead Mountain banjo tuned down to low D tuning (G tuning only much lower) Lost all my money but a two dollar bill Two dollar bill boys, two dollar bill Lost all my money but a two dollar bill I’m on my long journey home Cloudy in the West and it looks like rain Looks like rain, boys, looks like rain Cloudy in the West and it looks like rain I’m on my long journey home It’s dark and a raining and I want to go home Want to go home, boys, want to go home Its dark and a raining and I want to go home I’m on my long journey home Homesick and lonesome and I’m feeling kind of blue Feeling kind of blue, boys, feeling kind of blue Homesick and lonesome and I’m feeling kind of blue I’m on my long journey home There’s black smoke a rising and it surely is a train Surely is a train boys, surely is a train There’s black smoke a rising and it surely is a train I’m on my long journey home

Soon May the Wellerman come is a sea shanty. It`s also known as The Wellerman or just Wellerman. The captain crew and all are out hunting the whale. This one is packed full of action, adventure and suspense! Will the whale be caught? I play it here on the banjo in the clawhammer style while singing it. I have a guitar version posted as well. Soon May the Wellerman Come - lyrics Clawhammer Banjo version There once was a ship that put to sea, And the name of the ship was the Billy of Tea The winds blew up, her bow dipped low, Oh blow, my bully boys, blow. Soon may the Wellerman come And bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day, when the tonguing is done, I'll take my leave and go. She had not been two weeks from shore When down on her right a whale bore. The captain called all hands and swore He'd take that whale in tow. Soon may the Wellerman come And bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day, when the tonguing is done, I'll take my leave and go. Before the boat had hit the water The whale's tail came up and caught her. All hands to the side harpooned and fought her When she dived down below. Soon may the Wellerman come And bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day, when the tonguing is done, I'll take my leave and go. No line was cut, no whale was freed; The Captain's mind was not of greed, But he belonged to the whaleman's creed; She took the ship in tow. Soon may the Wellerman come And bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day, when the tonguing is done, I'll take my leave and go. For forty days, or even more, The line went slack, then tight once more. All boats were lost, there were only four But still the whale did go. Soon may the Wellerman come And bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day, when the tonguing is done, I'll take my leave and go. As far as I've heard, the fight's still on; The line's not cut and the whale's not gone. The Wellerman makes his regular call To encourage the Captain, crew, and all. Soon may the Wellerman come And bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day, when the tonguing is done, I'll take my leave and go.