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

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

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

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

I am hoping that with this video you will be able to play along on your banjo while I play and sing with the guitar.

I’LL TELL ME MA

I’ll [G]tell me ma when I go home,

The [D7]boys won’t leave the [G]girls alone,

They pulled me hair and stole me comb,

But [D7]that’s alright ’till [G]I go home,

She is handsome [C]she is pretty,

[G]She is the belle of [D7]Belfast city,

[G]She is a courtin’ [C]one two three,

[G]Please won’t you [D7]tell me who is [G]she.

Albert Mooney says he loves her,
All the boys are fightin’ for her,
They knock at the door and they ring at the bell,
Saying Hello me true love, are you well?
Out she comes, white as snow,
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes,
Ould Johnny Morrissey says she’ll die,
If she doesn’t get the fella with the rovin’ eye.

(Chorus)

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high,
And the snow come travellin’ through the sky,
She’s as sweet as apple pie,
She’ll get her own lad by and by.
When she gets a lad of her own,
She won’t tell her ma when she gets home.
Let them all come as they will,
For it’s Albert Mooney she loves still.

Here is the simple melody for I’ll Tell Me Ma. My advice would be to frail and sing the song very slowly, keep a positive attitude and sing, sing, sing!!

I’LL TELL ME MA

I’ll [G]tell me ma when I go home,

The [D7]boys won’t leave the [G]girls alone,

They pulled me hair and stole me comb,

But [D7]that’s alright ’till [G]I go home,

She is handsome [C]she is pretty,

[G]She is the belle of [D7]Belfast city,

[G]She is a courtin’ [C]one two three,

[G]Please won’t you [D7]tell me who is [G]she.

Albert Mooney says he loves her,
All the boys are fightin’ for her,
They knock at the door and they ring at the bell,
Saying Hello me true love, are you well?
Out she comes, white as snow,
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes,
Ould Johnny Morrissey says she’ll die,
If she doesn’t get the fella with the rovin’ eye.

(Chorus)

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high,
And the snow come travellin’ through the sky,
She’s as sweet as apple pie,
She’ll get her own lad by and by.
When she gets a lad of her own,
She won’t tell her ma when she gets home.
Let them all come as they will,
For it’s Albert Mooney she loves still.

There are a lot of changes going on here at BanjoMania.net. Instead of a different song Monday through Friday, I am going to give one song a week. On Monday’s I will give you the whole song, on Wednesday I will go over the basic melody and on Friday’s I will do something a little different so bring it all together.

So without further to-do here is today’s Irish Pub Song Of The Day.

I’ll Tell Me Ma(PDF)

I’LL TELL ME MA

I’ll [G]tell me ma when I go home,

The [D7]boys won’t leave the [G]girls alone,

They pulled me hair and stole me comb,

But [D7]that’s alright ’till [G]I go home,

She is handsome [C]she is pretty,

[G]She is the belle of [D7]Belfast city,

[G]She is a courtin’ [C]one two three,

[G]Please won’t you [D7]tell me who is [G]she.

Albert Mooney says he loves her,
All the boys are fightin’ for her,
They knock at the door and they ring at the bell,
Saying Hello me true love, are you well?
Out she comes, white as snow,
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes,
Ould Johnny Morrissey says she’ll die,
If she doesn’t get the fella with the rovin’ eye.

(Chorus)

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high,
And the snow come travellin’ through the sky,
She’s as sweet as apple pie,
She’ll get her own lad by and by.
When she gets a lad of her own,
She won’t tell her ma when she gets home.
Let them all come as they will,
For it’s Albert Mooney she loves still.