The Complete Keyboard Player -Irish

Arranged tor all electronic keyboards by Kenneth Bak et.

OMPLETE KEYBOARD PLAYEF

A superb compilation of seventeen popular songs from Ireland

arranged tor all electronic keyboards by Kenneth Baker.

c ludes suggested registrations, flngerlng and Iyrlcs, plus chord symbols and charts.

VELVET BAND

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The Black Velvet Band 6

Cockles And Musseis 10

Danny Boy (Londonderry Air) 34

Forty Shades Of Green 24

GalwayBay 8

1'11 Take You Horne Again Kathleen 30

IrishEyes 4

The lrish Rover 12

MacNarnara's Band 36

The Mountains OfMourne 14

Peg O' My Heart 32

PhilThe Fluter 28

The Spinning Wheel 22

The Town I Loved So We1116

When Irish Eyes Are Smiling 26

Whistling Gypsy (The Gypsy Rover) 18

The Wild Colonial Boy 20

Chord Charts 39.40

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IRISH EYES Words & Music by Hank Locklin and George Carroll © Copyright 1974 Sawgrass Music Publishing Incorporated, USA. Acuff-Rose Music Limited, 25 James Street, Londen Wl. All Rights Reserved. International Copyright Secured.

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Verse 2: To stroll again Antrim's GIens and see the waterfall; To sleep beneath the mystic hills in dear old Donegal. Or walk the shores of Eireann and hear the seagulls cry, But most of all to look into your lovely Irish eyes.

Verse 3: To hear again those Shandon bells ringing heavenly, Beside the laughing waters of the lovely Lee. Or listen to the ocean and the wind that sighs, But most of all to see again your smiling Irish eyes.

Verse 4: In dr~s I see your angel face that aches my lonely heart; The memory when I told you we would have to part. I can't forget that moming when we said goodbye; I can't forget those teardrops in your lrish eyes. I love you and I need you, my lovely Irish eyes.

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THE BLACK VELVET BAND Traditional © Copyright 1999 Dorsey Brothers Music Limited, 8/9 Frith Street. London Wl.

All Rights Reserved. International Copyright Seeured.

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With a-plenty of bright antusement to see the days go round;

Till misfortune and trouble came over me, which caused me to stray from my land,

Far away from my friends and relations, to follow the Black Velvet Band.

Verse 3: Before the judge and the jury the both of us had to appear,

And a gentleman swore to the jewellery - the case against us was clear,

For seven years transportation right unto Van Dieman's Land,

Far away from my friends and relations, to follow her Black Velvet Band.

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Verse 4: Oh all you brave young Irish lads, a warning take by me,

Beware of the pretty young damsels that are knocking around in Tralee;

They'll treat you to whiskey and porter, until you're unable to stand,

And before you have time for to leave them, you are ooto Van Dieman's Land.

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GALWAY BAY Words & Music by Dr. Arthur Colahan © Copyright 1947 by Box & Cox Publications Limited.

Published by permission of McCullough Pigott Limited, 11/13 Suffo1k Street, Dublin, Eire.

All Rights Reserved. International Copyright Secured.

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Verse 4: For the strangers came and tried to teach us their way, They scorned us just for being what we are. But they might as weH go chasing after moonbeams, Or light a penny candle from astar.

l-erse 5: An~ if there' s going to be a life hereafter, And somehow I am sure there's going to be, I will ask my God to let me make my heaven In that dear land across the Irish Sea.

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COCKLES AND MUSSELS

Traditional © Copyright 1999 Dorsey Brothers Music Limited, 8/9 Prith Street, London WJ. All Rights Reserved. International Copyright Secured.

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THE IRISH ROVER Traditiopal © Copyright 1999 Dorsey Brothers Music Limited, 8/9 Frith Street, London Wl.

All Rights Reserved. International Copyright Secured.

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There was Hogan, from County Tyrone;

There was Johnny McGurk, who was scared stiff of work,

And a chap from Westmeath named Malone.

There was Slugger O'Toole, who was drunk as a role,

And fighting Bill Tracy from Dover.

And your man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann

Was the skipper on the Irish Rover.

Verse 3: We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags,

We had two million barrels of bone;

We had three millio.n bales of old nanny goats' tails,

We had four million barrels of stone.

We had five million hogs and six million dogs,

And seven million barrels of porter;

We had eight million sides of old blind horses' hides

In the hold of the lrish Rover.

Verse 4: We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out,

And oUr ship lost her way in a fog.

And the\,whole of the crew was reduced down to two,

''!Was myself and the captain's old dog.

Then the ship struck a rock, 0 Lord, what a shock,

And nearly tumbled over;

Tumed nine times around, then the poor old dog was drowned.

I'm the last of the Irish Rover.

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THEMOUNTAINS OF MOURNE

Words & Music by Percy French & Houston Collisson © Copyright 1999 Dorsey Brothers Music Limited, 8/9 Frith Street, London WL All Rights Reserved, International Copyright Secured,

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As to how the fine ladies in London were dressed,

WeIl if you'll believe me, when asked to a ball,

Faith, they don't wear a top to their dresses at all.

Oh, I've seen them meself, and you could not, in thrath,

Say if they were bound for a ball or a bath.

Don't be startin' them fashions now, Mary Macree,

Where the mountains o'Mourne sweep down to the sea.

Verse 3: I've seen England's King from the top of a bus,

1 never knew him, tho' he means to know us.

And tho' by the Saxon we once were oppressed,

Still 1 cheered (God forgive me), 1 cheered with the rest.

And now that he's visited Erin's green shore,

We'll be much better friends than we've been heretofore,

When we've got all we want we're as quiet as can be

Where the mountains o'Moume sweep down to the sea.

Verse 4: You remember young Peter O'Loughlin, of course?

WeIl now he is here at the head 0' the force.

1 met him today, 1 was crossin' The Strand,

And he stopped the whole street wid wan wave of his hand.

And t4ere we stood talking of days that are gone,

While the whole population of London looked on.

But for llJI these great powers he's wishful, like me,

To be back where dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea.

Verse 5: There's beautiful girls here, oh, ni ver mind.

Wid beautiful shapes nature niver designed.

And lovely complexions all roses and crame,

But O'Loughlin remarked wid regard to the same.

"That if those roses you venture to sip,

The colours might al1 come away on your Hp."

So 1'11 wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me,

Where the mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

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THE TOWN I LOVED SO WELL Words & Music by Phil Coulter © Copyright 1980 Four Seasons Music Limited, Killarney House, Killarney Road,

Bray, Co, Wicklow, IrelandlPhil Coulter,

All Rights Reserved, International Copyright Secured,

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Called women from Creggan, the Moor, and the Bog.

While the men on the dole played a mother's role:

Fed the ehildren and then walked the dog.

And when times got tough there was just about enough,

And they saw it through without eomplaining.

For deep inside was a burning pride

In the town I loved so weIl.

Verse 4: But when I've returned how my eyes have burned To see how a town eould be brought to its knees By the armoured ears and the bombed-out bars, And the gas that hangs on to every breeze. Now the army's instalIed by that old gas yard wall, And darnned barbed wire gets higher and higher, With their tanks and their guns, oh my God, what have they done To the town I loved so weIl?

Verse 3: There was musie there in the Derry air, \ Like a language that we aIl eould understand.

I remember the day that I earned my first pay,

When I played in a small pick-up band.

There I spent my youth, and to tell you the truth,

I was sad to leave it all behind me,

For I'd learned about life, and I'd found a wife,

In the town I loved so weIl.

Verse 5: Now the musie's gone, but they earry on, For their spirit's bruised, never broken. They will not forget, but their hearts are set On tomorrow, and peaee onee again. For what's done is done, and what's won is won, And what's lost is lost and gone forever, I ean only pray for a bright brand new day, In the town I love so well.

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WHISTLING GYPSY (THE GYPSY ROVER) Words & Music by Leo Maguire © Copyright 1951 Waltons Musical Instrument Galleries Ltd, 2-5 North Frederick Street. Dublin I, Ireland. All Rights Reserved. International Copyright Secured.

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She left her fair young lover;

She left her servants and her state,

To follow the gypsy rover.

Verse 3: Her father saddled up his fastest steed,

He ranged the valleys over;

He sought his daughter at great speed,

And the whistling gypsy rover.

Verse 4: He came at last to a mansion fine,

Down by the river Clady;

And there was music and there was wine,

For the gypsy and his lady.

\ Verse 5: "He is no gypsy, father dear,

But lord of these lands all over;

I'm going to stay 'til my dying day

With my whistling gypsy rover."

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THE WILD COLONIAL BOY Traditional. Arranged by Joseph M. Crofts , © Copyright 1950 Waltons Musical Instrument Galleries Ltd, 2-5 North Frederick Street, Dublin I, lreland. All Rights Reserve