McGuinn's Folk Den

How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Heave Away This is a sea chantey that I have always loved. I recorded it on my first solo album for Columbia Records 'Roger McGuinn.' Spanky McFarlane sang harmony on the original recording. Lyrics: [G] There's some that's [Am] bound for [C] New York Town And other's is bound for [G] France Heave [D] away me [G] Johnnies, Heave [D] away [G] And [C] some is bound for the [G] Bengal bay To [Am] teach them whales a [G] dance And away me Johnnie [C] boys We're [G] all [D] bound to [G] go Our pilot is a-waiting for The turning of the tide Heave away me johnnies, Heave away And one more pull and we're bound away With a good and westerly wind And away me Johnnie boys We're all bound away Farewell to you dear Kingston gals Farewell to St. Andrew's Dock Heave away me Johnnies, Heave away If ever we should come back again We'll make your cradles rock And away me Johnnie boys We're all bound away There's some that's bound for New York Town And other's is bound for France Heave away me Johnnies, Heave away And some is bound for the Bengal bay To teach them whales a dance And away me Johnnie boys We're all bound to go

How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Banks of Ohio Camilla and I were just in Ohio doing a concert for the Columbus Cancer Clinic. When We got home it was time to record another song for the Folk Den, and this one came to mind. This is a sad traditional song about a young man, so enraged by his lover's rejection of his marriage proposal that he resorts to murder. Lyrics: [G] I asked my love to take a [D] walk, Just to walk a [G] little way. And we did walk, And we did [C] talk All [G] about our [D] wedding [G] day. CHORUS: 'Then only, [G] say that you'll be [D] mine; And in no other's arms [G] entwine, Down [G7] beside where the waters [C] flow, Down by the [G] banks of the [D] Ohio [G].' I took her by her lily white hand, I led her down the banks of sand, I plunged her in Where she would drown, And watched her as she floated down. CHORUS: Returnin' home between twelve and one, Thinkin', Lord, what have I done; I'd killed the girl I love, you see, Because she would not marry me. CHORUS:

How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Michael Row the Boat Ashore The Georgia Sea Islands is a section of the United States rich in African American folk song. For over a hundred miles, these low flat islands decorate the Atlantic Coast. Here's where slaves were brought fresh from Africa and for generations, spent their entire lives out of touch with the mainland. In olden days, transportation to the mainland was provided by small boats and strong arms to row them. The oar crews from different plantations prided themselves on their singing, each making up new songs that no other boat would ever sing. Two of the best known songs whose roots are in this tradition of Georgia Sea Island singing are 'Michael Row the Boat Ashore' and the more recent, 'Pay Me My Money Down.' I learned this song at the Old Town School of Folk Music in Chicago when I was 15 years old. It's been one of my favorite songs ever since. Lyrics: [D] Michael row the boat ashore, [G] hallelujah [D] [D] Michael [F#m] row the boat [Em] ashore, [D] halle [A] lu [D] jah Sister help to trim the sails, hallelujah Sister help to trim the sails, hallelujah Jordan's River is deep and wide, hallelujah And I've got a home on the other side, hallelujah Jordan River is chilly and cold, hallelujah Chills the body but not the soul, hallelujah When I get to Heaven I'm gonna' sing and shout, hallelujah Nobody there's gonna' kick me out, hallelujah Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah Michael's boat is a music boat, hallelujah Michael's boat is a music boat, hallelujah Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah The trumpets sound the Jubilee, hallelujah The trumpets sound for you and me, hallelujah Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah

How do I download this Mp3? Mp3: Squid-Jigging Ground This squid catching song originated in Newfoundland, though the names of the places have changed due to the folk process.My wife Camilla and I love to taste and compare crispy calamari at restaurants around the world. She always asks "where do they get all this squid"? A fair question, considering the enormous amount of calamari consumed worldwide each day. I did some research to find out more about where squid come from and how to jig for squid. A preferred method of catching squid is trawling with a jig or lure. This method mimics a live lone prawn traveling through the water with an erratic movement, which creates a realistic impression of a terrified and panic ridden prey. It's an easy effect to accomplish. Attach the lure to the end of the line using the usual method, and also attach a small weight near the swivel to keep the lure low in the water. Cast out as far as possible, and, depending on the water depth, begin reeling at a constant speed. Keep in mind you are trying to keep the prawn at a constant height of about two feet above the sea bed or sea grass, so time your reeling accordingly. Straight forward reeling won't create a realistic effect of a panicky prawn, so occasionally sharply draw the rod upward, so the prawn shoots forward toward the surface of the water by about three feet. Then slack off reeling until the prawn reaches the depth at which it was previously traveling. Repeat randomly during reeling, but not too frequently or the squid will lose interest. Note that the squid will usually strike when the jig is falling back to its previous depth. This is due to the reduced speed and less threatening composure of the prawn. If you see squid following the lure when drawing in line close, on the next cast, trawl more slowly than before, as a not so hungry squid will not take a chance on a fast moving piece of prey, easier prey is more appealing. Don't reel in too fast or you'll just get a squid leg and not the whole squid. Pink lures work the best. Be careful when taking the squid out of the water, they bite, and have lots of black ink that they squirt to conceal themselves while under water. Using a net to take them off the lure is the safest way to insure that you won't lose the squid. Lyrics: [D] Oh, this is the place where the fishermen gather,With [G] oilskins and [D] boots and Cape Anns [Em] battened down; [G] All sizes and figures with [D] squid lines and jiggers, They congregate here on the [A] squid-jigging [D] ground. Some are workin' their jiggers while others are yarnin', There's some standin' up and there's more lyin' down; While all kinds of fun, jokes and tricks are begun As they wait for the squid on the squid-jiggin' ground. There's men from Bar Harbour and men from the Tickle, In all kinds of motorboats, green, grey and brown; There's a red headed Tory out here in a dory Running down Squires on the squid-jiggin' ground. The man with the whiskers is old Jacob Steele; He's gettin well up but he's still pretty sound. While Uncle Bob Hawkins wears three pair o' stockin's Whenever he's out on the squid-jiggin' ground. God bless my sou'wester, there's Skipper John Cheeby, He's the best hand at squid-jiggin' here, I'll be bound. Hello! What's the row? He's jiggin' one now, The very first squid on the squid-jiggin' ground. Holy smoke! What a bustle! All hands are excited. It's a wonder to me that nobody is drowned. There's a bustle, confusion, a wonderful hustle, They're all jiggin' squid on the squid-jiggin' ground. There's poor Uncle Billy, his whiskers are spattered With spots of the squid juice that's flying around; One poor little boy got it right in the eye, But they don't give a hang on the squid-jiggin' ground. Says Bobby, "The squid are on top of the water, I just got me jigger 'bout one fathom down" --- When a squid in the boat squirted right down his throat, And he's swearin' like mad on the squid-jiggin' ground. If you ever feel inclined to go squiddin', Leave your white shirts and collars behind in the town. And if you get cranky without your silk hanky You'd better steer clear of the squid-jiggin' ground. Oh, this is the place where the fishermen gather, With oilskins and boots and Cape Anns battened down; All sizes and figures with squid lines and jiggers, They congregate here on the squid-jigging ground.

How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Shenandoah This was a sea chantey, used with the windlass, and the capstan.The lead man would sing the first and third lines of each verse and the crew would sing on the second and fourth lines, as they did their work, with winches for loading cargo, raising sails, pulling up anchors, and other jobs on deck. Some believe the song originated among the early American river men, or Canadian voyageurs. Others believe it was a land song before it went to sea. Most agree that it incorporates both Irish and African-American elements. Shenandoah was tremendously popular both on land and sea and was known by countless names, including: Shennydore, The Wide Missouri, The Wild Mizzourye, The World Of Misery-Solid Fas (a West Indian rowing shanty that may be older than other versions), The Oceanida, and Rolling River. Two verses of the song were published in an article by W. J. Alden in Harper's Magazine (1882). A version of Solid Fa's was collected by R. Abrams in England in 1909. The shanty is said to date at least to the 1820s. Shenandoah was an Indian chief living on the Missouri River. Thanks to Lesley Nelson for this information. http://www.contemplator.com/folk.html Lyrics: [E] Oh Shenandoah, I love your daughter [A] Way-aye, you rolling [E] river I'll [C#m] take her 'cross yon rolling [E] water [E] A way - we're bound away 'cross the [B7] wide [E] Missouri! The Chief disdained the trader's dollars, Way-aye, you rolling river My daughter you shall never follow A way - we're bound away 'cross the wide Missouri! For seven years I courted Sally, Way-aye, you rolling river For seven more I longed to have her A way - we're bound away 'cross the wide Missouri! She said she would not be my lover Way-aye, you rolling river Because I was a tarry sailor A way - we're bound away 'cross the wide Missouri! At last there came a Yankee skipper Way-aye, you rolling river He winked his eye, and he tipped his flipper A way - we're bound away 'cross the wide Missouri! He sold the Chief that fire-water Way-aye, you rolling river And 'cross the river he stole his daughter A way - we're bound away 'cross the wide Missouri! Oh Shenandoah, I love your daughter Way-aye, you rolling river I'll take her 'cross yon rolling water A way - we're bound away 'cross the wide Missour

How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Go Tell Aunt Rhodie This is a very popular children's song in spite of its rather dark lyrics. Lyrics: [G] Go tell, Aunt Rhodie [D] Go tell, Aunt [G] Rhodie Go tell, Aunt Rhodie Her [D] ole gray goose is [G] dead Th one she's been savin' Th one she's been savin' Th one she's been savin' T' make a feather bed Th goslins are dyin' Th goslin is cryin' Th goslin is dyin' Because his Mama's dead Th gander is weepin' Th gander is weepin' Th gander is weepin' Because his wife is dead Go tell, Aunt Rhodie Go tell, Aunt Rhodie Go tell, Aunt Rhodie Her ole gray goose is dead

How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: He's Got The Whole World In His Hands In these troubled times it's reassuring to know that, He's Got The Whole World In His Hands. Lyrics: He's got the [G] whole world in His hands He's got the [D7} whole world in His hands He's got the [G] whole world in His hands He's got the whole world [D7] in His [G] hands He's got the wind and the rain in His hands He's got the wind and the rain in His hands He's got the wind and the rain in His hands He's got the whole world in His hands He's got the Little Bitty Baby in His hands He's got the Little Bitty Baby in His hands He's got the Little Bitty Baby in His hands He's got the whole world in His hands He's got you and me brother in His hands He's got you and me sister in His hands He's got you and me brother in His hands He's got the whole world in His hands He's got the earth and the sky in His hands He's got the earth and the sky in His hands He's got the earth and the sky in His hands He's got the whole world in His hands He's got the young and the old in His hands He's got the young and the old in His hands He's got the young and the old in His hands He's got the whole world in His hands He's got the rich and poor in His hands He's got the rich and poor in His hands He's got the rich and poor in His hands He's got the whole world in His hands He's got everybody in His hands He's got everybody in His hands He's got everybody in His hands He's got the whole world in His hands He's got the whole world in His hands He's got the whole world in His hands He's got the whole world in His hands He's got the whole world in His hands He's got the whole world in His hands He's got the whole world in His hands He's got the whole world in His hands He's got the whole world in His hands

How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: 12 Gates To The City This is an old southern spiritual, inspired by the Bible's Revelation chapter 21. Revelation 21 - King James Version ( Public Domain) Lyrics: [Em] Oh, what a beautiful city. [B7] Oh, what a beautiful city [Em] Oh, what a beautiful city [Em] Twelve gates to the city, [B7] - [[Em] Hallelujah Three gates in the east, Three gates in the west, Three gates in the north Three gates in the south [Em] Twelve gates to the city, [B7] - [[Em] Hallelujah Who are those children dressed in red? There's twelve gates to the city, Hallelujah Must be the children that Moses led There's twelve gates to the city, Hallelujah My Jesus done just what He said There's twelve gates to the city, Hallelujah He healed the sick and He raised the dead. There's twelve gates to the city, Hallelujah

How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Wild Mountain Thyme Back in Greenwich Village, in 1963, I experimented by putting this song to a rock beat. The result was the folk rock sound of the Byrds. Now, I thought it would be fun to try this traditional Scottish love song. with a reggae beat. Lyrics: [G] O the summer time is coming And the [C] trees are sweetly [G] turning And [C] wild mountain [Am] thyme Blooms [C] around the purple heather Will ye [G] go, [C] lassie, [G] go? If you will not go with me I will surely find another To pull wild mountain thyme All around the purple heather Will you go lassie go? Chorus: And we'll all go together To pull wild mountain thyme All around the purple heather Will ye go, lassie, go? I will build my love a bower By yon clear and crystal fountain And on it I will place All the flowers of the mountain Will ye go, lassie, go? Chorus: And we'll all go together To pull wild mountain thyme All around the purple heather Will ye go, lassie, go?

How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Pretty Saro This song was collected in the Asheville area of North Carolina and the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia around 1930 by Dorothy Scarborough. She included it in her book 'A Song Catcher in Southern Mountains, American Folk Songs of British Ancestry.' This is an excerpt from her text: 'Mrs. Stikeleather also sang it (Pretty Saro) into my dictaphone and contributed it to this collection. She told me that while the date 'eighteen forty-nine' is used in some of the versions of the song, 'seventeen forty-nine' is more probably correct, as that year witnessed considerable immigration to North Carolina from Ireland, and Scotland, and this old English song was no doubt adapted to its new setting at that time.' Scarborough later says that the use of the phrase 'free-holder' indicates the song is of British origin. Lyrics: [A] When I first come to this [E] country in [A] seventeen-forty-nine, I saw many fair [E] lovers, but never saw [E] mine. I looked all [A] around me, and found I was [E] alone. Me a poor [D] stranger, and a long way from [E] home. Down in some lonesome valley, down in some lonesome place, Where the wild birds do whistle their notes to increase, I think of pretty Saro whose waist is so neat And I know of no better pastime than to be with my sweet. My love she won't have me, so I understand She wants a free-holder, who owns house and land. I cannot maintain her with silver and gold, Nor buy all the fine things that a big house can hold. I wish I was a poet and could write a fine hand. I would send my love a letter that she could understand. And I'd send it by a messenger where the waters do flow. And think of pretty Saro wherever I go. When I first come to this country in seventeen-forty-nine, I saw many fair lovers, but never saw mine. I looked all around me, and found I was alone. Me a poor stranger, and a long way from home.

How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: St. James Infirmary One of the great blues from New Orleans, originally 'Gambler's Blues.' Lyrics: [Em] I went down to [Am] St. James [Em] Infirmary. [Em] I saw my [C] baby [B7] there. [Em] Lying on a [Am] long white table, [C] So sweet, [B7] so cold, [Em] so fair. I went up to see the doctor. 'She's very low,' he said. I went back to see my baby And great god she was lying there dead. I went down to Old Joe's Bar-room. Down on the corner by the square. They were serving drinks as usual. And the usual crowd was there. On my left stood Joe MacKennedy. His eyes were blood-shot red. He turned to the crowd around him And these are the words that he said. Let her go, let her go, God bless her. Wherever she may be. She may search this wide world over But she'll never find another man like me. When I die please bury me In a high top stetson hat. Put a gold piece on my watch chain. So the boys will know I died standing pat. Get six gamblers to carry my coffin. Six chorus girls to sing my song. Put a jazz band on my tailgate To raise hell as we roll along. This is the end of my story. So let's have another round of booze. And if any one should ask you just tell them I've got the St. James Infirmary Blues.

How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: When the Saints Go Marching In Lyrics: [G] I am just a lonesome [C] traveller, [G] Through this big wide world of [D] sin; [G] Want to join that grand [C] procession, When the [G] saints go [D] marchin'[G] in. Oh when the [G] saints go marchin'in,Oh when the [G] saints go marchin'[D] in, [G] Lord I want to be in that [C] number When the [G] saints go [D] marchin' [G] in. All my folks have gone before me, All my friends and all my kin; But I'll meet with them up yonder, When the saints go marchin'in. |: Oh when the saints go marchin'in, :| Lord I want to be in that number, When the saints go marchin'in. Come and join me in my journey, 'cause it's time that we begin; And we'll be there for that judgement, When the saints go marchin'in. |: Oh when the saints go marchin'in, :| We will be in line for that judgement, When the saints go marchin'in. |: And when the stars begin to shine :| Then Lord let me be in that number And when the stars begin to shine |: When Gabriel blows in his horn :| Then Lord let me be in that number When Gabriel blows in his horn |: And when the sun refuse to shine :| Then Lord let me be in that number When the sun refuse to shine |: And when the moon has turned to blood :| Then Lord let me be in that number When the moon has turned to blood |: And when they crown Him King of Kings :| Then Lord let me be in that number When they crown Him King of Kings

How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Away In A Manger Verses 1 & 2, were written by an anonymous author, Some sources show the author as Martin Luther; this attribution (probably incorrect) is based on the title 'Luther's Cradle Hymn,' given to these words by the composer, James Murray. Verse 3 is by John Thomas McFarland (1851-1913). Thanks to Richard W. Adams for doing this research. 'Mueller,' James R. Murray, 1887 Lyrics: [G] Away in a manger, no [C] crib for a [G] bed, The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet [D] head. The [G] stars in the sky looked [C] down where He [G] lay, The [G] little Lord Jesus, [D] asleep on the [G] hay. The cattle are lowing, the Baby awakes, But little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes; I love Thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky And stay by my cradle til morning is nigh. Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask Thee to stay Close by me forever, and love me, I pray; Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care, And take us to heaven to live with Thee there.

How do I download this Mp3? Mp3: I Am A Pilgram This is an old spiritual, sung by numerous country artists. It has a good melody and is a good picking song. I thought of it in conjunction with Thanksgiving, as it was the Pilgrims who started it all. Happy Thanksgiving 2002! Lyrics: [G] I am a [D] pilgrim an' a [G] strangerTraveling [C] through this wearsome [G] land I've got a home, in yonder [C] city good Lord [C7], [G] And it's not not [D] made by [G] hand I've got a mother, sister and a brother Who have been this way before I am determined to go and see them, good Lord Over on that other shore I going down to the river of Jordan Just to bathe my wearsome soul If I can just touch the hem of his garmet, good Lord Then I know he'd take me home I am a pilgrim and a stranger Travelling through this wearsome land I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord And it's not not made by hand

How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Wildwood Flower This is a nineteenth-century North American parlor song that has gone into the public domain. There are many variants, some quite amusing when compared to this version. For instance the line: I will dance I will sing and my life shall be gay I will charm every heart in the crowd I survey has been changed to: Oh, I'll dance, I will sing and my laugh shall be gay I will charm ev'ry heart, in his crown I will sway Clearly a misunderstood line, passed along by the oral tradition. This is a fine example of the folk process. This song was written by Maud and J.P. Weber, and popularized by the Carter Family. Another great Guitar picking song. This is the first song I've recorded with my new Martin HD28V that Dick Boak at Martin Guitars helped me pick out at the factory. Lyrics: [D] I will twine with my mingles of [A] raven [D] black hair With the roses so red and the [A] lilies [D] so fair The myrtle so bright in its [G] emerald [D] hue And the pale amaryllis and [A] violets so [D] blue Oh he promised to love me and promised to love And cherish me over all others above I woke from my dream and my idol was clay And my portion of loving had all passed away I will dance I will sing and my life shall be gay I will charm every heart in the crowd I survey Though my heart now is breaking he shall never know How his name makes me tremble my pale cheeks to glow Oh he taught me to love him and called me his flower A blossom to cheer him through life's weary hour But now he is gone and left me alone With the wild flowers to weep and the wild birds to moan Yes I'll dance and I'll sing and my life shall be gay I will banish this weeping, drive troubles away I'll live yet to see him regret that dark hour When he won and neglected his frail wildwood flower