18

AT THE WAVE MOUTH

(Aig Beul nan Tonn)
Copyright © 2001 by HAL LEONARD CORPORATION Folksong from the Hebrides

Em Bm Em Bm
j J IJ. J J j J
IJ It') J IJ IJ J J
1. And who may the strange one be, Who croons be - side the wave mouth Like
2. Nor merle she nor ma vis she, St. Bride's bird she nor sea mew, Nor
3. And who may the strange one be, Who croons be - side the wave mouth? Like
1. Co i bhain - tigh'm aill idh bhinn, Air li na fea - mann croic idh 1
2. Cha Ion i, cha smeor ach i, cha bhrid - ean i 's cha 'n jhaoil eann, Cha
3. Co bhain - tigh'm ail! idh bhinn, Air li na fea - mann croic idh? I

D Bm Em
j
J J IJ J J IJ. J J la. I1
sea - wrack brown and __ beau teous, Who may yon strange one be?
seal from far a way linns, Nor kyle sea - maid en she!
sea - wrack brown and __ beau teous, Who may yon strange one be?
seinn leath fhein fo'n __ tom ud, Aig beul nan tonn 'na h-r'm air?
ran o'n linn idh _ _ thall i, Cha mhaigh dean - mhar' o'n chaol!
seinn leath fhein fo'n __ tom ud Aig beul nan tonn 'na h-on air?

AULD LANG SYNE

Copyright © 2000 by HAL LEONARD CORPORATION Scottish folksong
Words by Robert Burns

D A D D7 G
j J J
J J J J IJ. It') J J I It') J. J r
Should auld ac- quaint- ance be for-got, and nev - er brought to mind? Should auld ac- quaint- ance

F#/A# Bm Em7 A7 D A7 A7

)1 J J IJ. ) J J IJ r J IJ. J r
be for- got and days of Auld Lang Syne? For Auld _ _ Lang_ Syne, my dear, for

D7 G A7 F#/A# Bm Em7 A7 D

J j
r J IJ· JJ IJ. )J J I1
Auld __ Lang_ Syne, We'll tak' a cup 0' kind - ness yet, for_ Auld __ Lang _ Syne.

AS I WAS GOING TO BALL YNURE

Copyright © 2000 by HAL LEONARD CORPORATION Irish folksong

Am Em B7

J
l l
J'\ j J Jl
1. As I was go - in' to Bal Iy - nure,
J
The day I well _ _ _ __
r re
2. As I was go - in' a long the road, When home - ward 1 _ _ _ __ was
3. Said the wee lad to the wee _ _ _ lass, "It's will ye let _ _ _ __ me
4. This cor dial that __ ye talk a - bout, There's ver y few _ _ __ that

Em G D c Bm
j
J__ J IJ i J
mem - ber, _ _ __ For to view the lads and lass es On _ __ the
walk - ing, _ _ __ I heard a wee lad be hind a ditch To his
kiss ye _ _ _ __ For it's I have got the cor dial eye _ __ That
gets it, _ _ _ __ For there's noth in' now but crook ed crumbs_ And