Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
A
You’re a bear in a sheepskin coat
D A
And O’Donnell caught you on the boat
And three little piggies on Walkin street
E
Have gobbled up all your corn to eat.
Chorus:
A D
With a too-ra-loo-ra-loo-rae-ay
A E A
Whack fol da diddle loora-da-o-may.
A
Now Buckeye jim has lost his way
D A
Saving his corn for a rainy day
And North Country beagles did run awry
E
With a Billy O’Neil just a-wonderin’ why.
Chorus
A
I lost three dimes on a horse called Stewball,
D A
By a dozen lusty mares was called
And when they got him back to his stable
E
Owner says I hope to God you’re able.
Chorus
A
Had a girl by the banks of the Ohio
D A
Suckled by wind and rain and snow
No honest man on earth could keep her
E
So she ran off with a Scottish preacher.
A
I had a girl called Roarin’ Mary
D A
And with her I am feign to dally
No hope left on that blind man’s table
E
So I’ll settle down with a cock-right fable.
Chorus
A
Oh Roarin’ Mary I beg your pardon
D A
Over by the hills near Craggie Garden
There never was a skite like Dick McSherry
E
And never was a girl like Roarin’ Mary!
Chorus
You’re a bear in a sheepskin coat
D A
And O’Donnell caught you on the boat
And three little piggies on Walkin street
E
Have gobbled up all your corn to eat.
Chorus:
A D
With a too-ra-loo-ra-loo-rae-ay
A E A
Whack fol da diddle loora-da-o-may.
A
Now Buckeye jim has lost his way
D A
Saving his corn for a rainy day
And North Country beagles did run awry
E
With a Billy O’Neil just a-wonderin’ why.
Chorus
A
I lost three dimes on a horse called Stewball,
D A
By a dozen lusty mares was called
And when they got him back to his stable
E
Owner says I hope to God you’re able.
Chorus
A
Had a girl by the banks of the Ohio
D A
Suckled by wind and rain and snow
No honest man on earth could keep her
E
So she ran off with a Scottish preacher.
A
I had a girl called Roarin’ Mary
D A
And with her I am feign to dally
No hope left on that blind man’s table
E
So I’ll settle down with a cock-right fable.
Chorus
A
Oh Roarin’ Mary I beg your pardon
D A
Over by the hills near Craggie Garden
There never was a skite like Dick McSherry
E
And never was a girl like Roarin’ Mary!
Chorus
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