Irish Pub Song Of The Day – MacPherson’s Lament Simple Melody on Frailing Banjo

It’s Wednesday and it’s time for the simple melody for MacPherson’s Lament for the Irish Pub Song Of The Day.

This time the melody is found on the 2nd, 3rd and 4th strings so there are only 6 notes in the simple melody line.

MacPherson’s Lament

[G]Farewell ye dungeons [D7]dark and strong

Fare[G]well, farewell to [C]thee

Mc[G]Pherson’s life will [D7]no be long

On [G]yonder [C]gallows [D7]tree

Chorus:

Sae [G]rantingly, sae [D7]wantingly and sae [G]dauntingly gaed [C]he

He [G]played a tune and he [D7]danced around [G]below the [C]gallows [D7]tree

Take off these bands from off my hands
And give to me a sword
For there’s not a man in all Scotland
But I’d brave him at his word

There’s some come here for to see me hung
And some to buy my fiddle
But before that I do part with her
I’ll break her through the middle

He took his fiddle in both of his hands
And he broke it o’er a stone
Saying ‘There’s nae ither hand shall play on thee
When I am dead and gone’

The reprieve was coming o’er the Brigg of Banff
For to set McPherson free
But they put the clock a quarter before
And they hanged him from a tree

Irish Pub Song Of The Day – MacPherson’s Lament on Frailing Banjo

Today’s Irish Pub Song Of The Day is MacPherson’s Lament, also known as MacPherson’s Rant. It’s a great song and I wanted to give you a song to work on that doesn’t end on the G chord. Don’t think of it has difficult or hard, it’s just different. Try it out and have fun. I will have the simple melody up on Wednesday, but see if you can figure it out on your own.

MacPherson’s Lament MP3

MacPherson’s Lament(PDF)

MacPherson’s Lament

[G]Farewell ye dungeons [D7]dark and strong

Fare[G]well, farewell to [C]thee

Mc[G]Pherson’s life will [D7]no be long

On [G]yonder [C]gallows [D7]tree

Chorus:

Sae [G]rantingly, sae [D7]wantingly and sae [G]dauntingly gaed [C]he

He [G]played a tune and he [D7]danced around [G]below the [C]gallows [D7]tree

Take off these bands from off my hands
And give to me a sword
For there’s not a man in all Scotland
But I’d brave him at his word

There’s some come here for to see me hung
And some to buy my fiddle
But before that I do part with her
I’ll break her through the middle

He took his fiddle in both of his hands
And he broke it o’er a stone
Saying ‘There’s nae ither hand shall play on thee
When I am dead and gone’

The reprieve was coming o’er the Brigg of Banff
For to set McPherson free
But they put the clock a quarter before
And they hanged him from a tree

Monthy Chicagoland Jam

28 March 2010

After being asked about our jam sessions,  I thought that it would be good to post a couple of videos from our jam session. Of course, it had to be the night when 1/2 the people had to cancel at the last minute.  Usually the Colonel is going crazy on the fiddle, Joel has some young students and Bill and Jim are picking along on the banjos.

For this month I picked two songs and I hope you like them.

If you are ever in the area, please fee free to join us. You can drop me an email at Kelly.Griner(at)AnotherPint.com and I’ll give you more details.

Irish Pub Song Of The Day – Rambles Of Spring – Accompaniment for Frailing Banjo

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Now that we’ve gone over the song, showed where to get the simple melody notes, it’s time to put it all together. Once again, I’ve panned the banjo accompaniment to the right so you can change the balance on your speakers to either hear more or hear less of the banjo.

The most important thing is to have fun and to TRY! I’ll see you with another video again on Monday!

Rambles of Spring – Accompaniment for Frailing Banjo MP3

RAMBLES OF SPRING

There’s a [G]piercing wintry breeze

blowin’ [C]through the buddin’ [G]trees

as I button up my coat to keep me [D7]warm

and the [G]days are on the mend, and I’m [C]on the road [G]again

with me fiddle snuggled [D7]close beneath me [G]arm.

Chorus

I’ve a [G]fine felt hat, and a [C]strong pair of [G]brogues

I’ve got rosin in my pocket for my [D7]bow

and my [G]fiddle strings are new, and I’ve [C]learned a tune or [G]two

so I’m well prepared to [D7]ramble and must [G]go

I’m as happy as a king, when I catch a breath of Spring
and the grass is turning green as winter ends
And the geese are on the wing and the thrushes start to sing
and I’m heading down the road to meet my friends

I have friends in every town as I ramble up and down
Making music at the markets and the fairs
To the dumphy’s and the creels and the farmers making deals
And the yellow headed tinkers selling wares.

Here’s a health to one and all, to you big and to you small
to rich and poor alike and foe and friend
until we return again may your foe be turned to friend
and may peace and joy be with you until then

Irish Pub Song Of The Day – Rambles of Spring – Simple Melody on Frailing Banjo

Alright folks, this time let’s try to get the melody to Rambles of Spring down. Remember that you only need to look for the simple melody on the first two frets.  This time instead of me giving you the string numbers, try to work it out for yourself. Take your time and have fun!!!

Rambles of Spring – Simple Melody MP3

RAMBLES OF SPRING

There’s a [G]piercing wintry breeze

blowin’ [C]through the buddin’ [G]trees

as I button up my coat to keep me [D7]warm

and the [G]days are on the mend, and I’m [C]on the road [G]again

with me fiddle snuggled [D7]close beneath me [G]arm.

Chorus

I’ve a [G]fine felt hat, and a [C]strong pair of [G]brogues

I’ve got rosin in my pocket for my [D7]bow

and my [G]fiddle strings are new, and I’ve [C]learned a tune or [G]two

so I’m well prepared to [D7]ramble and must [G]go

I’m as happy as a king, when I catch a breath of Spring
and the grass is turning green as winter ends
And the geese are on the wing and the thrushes start to sing
and I’m heading down the road to meet my friends

I have friends in every town as I ramble up and down
Making music at the markets and the fairs
To the dumphy’s and the creels and the farmers making deals
And the yellow headed tinkers selling wares.

Here’s a health to one and all, to you big and to you small
to rich and poor alike and foe and friend
until we return again may your foe be turned to friend
and may peace and joy be with you until then

Irish Pub Song Of The Day – Rambles of Spring on Frailing Banjo

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St. Patrick’s Day is gone but not forgotten and I’m still sore!!! Today’s Irish Pub Song Of The Day is Tommy Makem’s Rambles of Spring.

Remember to take your time and find the notes in the first two frets. You don’t have to play every note, the human mind will link it all together when you start to give the melody. Listen closely to what I’m playing and you’ll see that I am not playing every single melody note.

Rambles of Spring MP3

Rambles of Spring(PDF)

RAMBLES OF SPRING

There’s a [G]piercing wintry breeze

blowin’ [C]through the buddin’ [G]trees

as I button up my coat to keep me [D7]warm

and the [G]days are on the mend, and I’m [C]on the road [G]again

with me fiddle snuggled [D7]close beneath me [G]arm.

Chorus

I’ve a [G]fine felt hat, and a [C]strong pair of [G]brogues

I’ve got rosin in my pocket for my [D7]bow

and my [G]fiddle strings are new, and I’ve [C]learned a tune or [G]two

so I’m well prepared to [D7]ramble and must [G]go

I’m as happy as a king, when I catch a breath of Spring
and the grass is turning green as winter ends
And the geese are on the wing and the thrushes start to sing
and I’m heading down the road to meet my friends

I have friends in every town as I ramble up and down
Making music at the markets and the fairs
To the dumphy’s and the creels and the farmers making deals
And the yellow headed tinkers selling wares.

Here’s a health to one and all, to you big and to you small
to rich and poor alike and foe and friend
until we return again may your foe be turned to friend
and may peace and joy be with you until then

Happy St. Patrick’s Day and I’m hiding out!!

15 March 2010
Another Pint at Mo's Irish Pub Pic 1

Another Pint at Mo's Irish Pub Pic 1

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Another Pint at Mo's Irish Pub Pic 4

Happy St. Patrick’s Day everyone!! Everyone here at my home is sick, so I am hiding out from all of them until after the busiest week of the year is over for me. I won’t be able to upload any videos this week, but I’ll be back next week once everyone here is well and I can emerge from my hiding spot.

See you all next week.

Kelly

Irish Pub Song Of The Day – New South Wales – accompaniment

Ok folks, it’s time to try playing along on the banjo while I play the guitar. If you change the balance of your speakers to the left, you can remove the sound of me playing banjo and do it yourself.

New South Wales – accompaniment MP3

NEW SOUTH WALES

Here [G]we are in [C]New South [G]Wales, shearing sheep as [C]big as [G]whales

With leather necks and [C]daggy [G]tails and hides as tough as [C]rus[D7]ty [G]nails

When [G]shearing comes, lay [C]down your [G]drums

Step to the boards you [C]brand new [G]chums

With a rah-dum, rah-dum, [C]rub-a-dub-[G]dub

We’ll send you back in the [C]lime [D7]juice [G]tub

The brand new chums and cocky sons
Fancy they’re the greatest guns
Fancy they can sheer the wool
But the beggars can only tear and pull

Although you live beyond your means
Your daughters wear no crinoleens
Nor are they bothered by boots or shoes
But live wild in the bush with the kangaroo

Home, it’s home, I’d like to be
Far from the bush and the back country
Sixteen thousand miles I’ve come
To spend my life as a shearing bum

Irish Pub Song Of The Day – New South Wales – simple melody

It’s Wednesday so that means that I will be showing you the simple melody for New South Wales as today’s Irish Pub Song Of The Day.

Take your time and try to figure out where you can put the melody notes into the frailing strum and when you have to use a single strike on the string to get it. Dont’ forget that you need to go right back into the frailing strum!!!

New South Wales – simple melody MP3

NEW SOUTH WALES

Here [G]we are in [C]New South [G]Wales, shearing sheep as [C]big as [G]whales

With leather necks and [C]daggy [G]tails and hides as tough as [C]rus[D7]ty [G]nails

When [G]shearing comes, lay [C]down your [G]drums

Step to the boards you [C]brand new [G]chums

With a rah-dum, rah-dum, [C]rub-a-dub-[G]dub

We’ll send you back in the [C]lime [D7]juice [G]tub

The brand new chums and cocky sons
Fancy they’re the greatest guns
Fancy they can sheer the wool
But the beggars can only tear and pull

Although you live beyond your means
Your daughters wear no crinoleens
Nor are they bothered by boots or shoes
But live wild in the bush with the kangaroo

Home, it’s home, I’d like to be
Far from the bush and the back country
Sixteen thousand miles I’ve come
To spend my life as a shearing bum

Irish Pub Song Of The Day – New South Wales

Today’s Irish Pub Song Of The Day is New South Wales. Once again, I have chosen an easier melody to hopefully get you used to finding the melody notes on the first two frets of the banjo. Take your time and listen to the melody and on Wednesday I’ll go through the song line by line and show you where to find it.

This is a great song and I am sure you will come to love the simplicity of the song along with the richness of the lyrics. Once you’ve mastered it, there is so much you can do with this song. It can make a great number to add to anyone’s repertoire or jam session.

New South Wales MP3

New South Wales(PDF)

NEW SOUTH WALES

Here [G]we are in [C]New South [G]Wales, shearing sheep as [C]big as [G]whales

With leather necks and [C]daggy [G]tails and hides as tough as [C]rus[D7]ty [G]nails

When [G]shearing comes, lay [C]down your [G]drums

Step to the boards you [C]brand new [G]chums

With a rah-dum, rah-dum, [C]rub-a-dub-[G]dub

We’ll send you back in the [C]lime [D7]juice [G]tub

The brand new chums and cocky sons
Fancy they’re the greatest guns
Fancy they can sheer the wool
But the beggars can only tear and pull

Although you live beyond your means
Your daughters wear no crinoleens
Nor are they bothered by boots or shoes
But live wild in the bush with the kangaroo

Home, it’s home, I’d like to be
Far from the bush and the back country
Sixteen thousand miles I’ve come
To spend my life as a shearing bum

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