Biografía:
Ewan McClennan is a folk musician whose music spans the range from traditional unaccompanied singing , through British Folk, to the wider influence of American music. It encompasses airs, dance tunes and his own contemporary writing in the tradition. His guitar playing is rooted in a classical training which remains a clear part of his playing today.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro]
C F C F C G/B Am
C F C
[Verse]
G F C
You say you saw the Yorkshire Regiment
F C
Go parading down our street
F C Am
How it breaks my heart, those brave young lads
G F
Marching off to that crooked beat
C G C
Marching off to that crooked beat
[Verse]
G F C
Here we wait each morning, to the drumming we drill
F C
As our sergeant he barks and he bays
F C Am
Oh, the jokes of the boys keep our spirits alive
G F
I miss you more than I say
C G C
I miss you more than I say
[Verse]
G F C
The hot air hangs heavy on the village by day
F C
In the fields where the poppies are grown
F C Am
Where our bomb struck here, was a market last year
G F
Now the children greet us with stones
C G C F C
The children greet us with stones
[Verse]
G F C
And it's funny to think as I write you this note
F C
And I turn my head to the sky
F C Am
The same stars that burn on this desert at night
G F
Are shining down where you lie
C G C
Are shining down where you lie
[Instrumental]
C F C F C G/B Am
C F C
[Verse]
G F C
We lost young Private Mitchell last week
F C
His funeral was just today
F C Am
And as the sandstorm stung our saluting hands
G F
His body lifted away
C G C
His young body was lifted away
[Verse]
G F C
And as the bugle tune stopped playing it
F C
On the wind it was carried away
F C Am
Our Sergeant Brown he told us
G F
He died for his nation's sake
C G C F C F C
He died for his nation's sake
[Verse]
G F C
But my mind started wandering later
F C
To some thoughts so cold and grey
F C Am
Do we give our lives for our country
G F
Or by our leaders are they stolen away?
C G C
Or by our leaders are they stolen away?
[Verse]
G F C
And as I look around at us young lads
F C
Smiling bravely in our uniforms
F C Am
I wonder when I found I first liked them
G F
Sons of those who wanted the war
C G C
Sons of those who wanted the war
[Verse]
G F C
So come ye squaddies from Banfrie Chapel
F C
From Leeds and the towns to the north
F C Am
The troop is our lives to our leaders
G F
Hard luck, not a grain of sorrow
C G C
Hard luck, not a damn grain of sorrow
[Instrumental]
C F C F C G/B Am
C F C
[Verse]
G F C
You say you saw the Yorkshire Regiment
F C
Go parading down our street
F C Am
How it breaks my heart, those brave young lads
G F
Marching off to that crooked beat
C G C
Marching off to that crooked beat
C F C F C G/B Am
C F C
[Verse]
G F C
You say you saw the Yorkshire Regiment
F C
Go parading down our street
F C Am
How it breaks my heart, those brave young lads
G F
Marching off to that crooked beat
C G C
Marching off to that crooked beat
[Verse]
G F C
Here we wait each morning, to the drumming we drill
F C
As our sergeant he barks and he bays
F C Am
Oh, the jokes of the boys keep our spirits alive
G F
I miss you more than I say
C G C
I miss you more than I say
[Verse]
G F C
The hot air hangs heavy on the village by day
F C
In the fields where the poppies are grown
F C Am
Where our bomb struck here, was a market last year
G F
Now the children greet us with stones
C G C F C
The children greet us with stones
[Verse]
G F C
And it's funny to think as I write you this note
F C
And I turn my head to the sky
F C Am
The same stars that burn on this desert at night
G F
Are shining down where you lie
C G C
Are shining down where you lie
[Instrumental]
C F C F C G/B Am
C F C
[Verse]
G F C
We lost young Private Mitchell last week
F C
His funeral was just today
F C Am
And as the sandstorm stung our saluting hands
G F
His body lifted away
C G C
His young body was lifted away
[Verse]
G F C
And as the bugle tune stopped playing it
F C
On the wind it was carried away
F C Am
Our Sergeant Brown he told us
G F
He died for his nation's sake
C G C F C F C
He died for his nation's sake
[Verse]
G F C
But my mind started wandering later
F C
To some thoughts so cold and grey
F C Am
Do we give our lives for our country
G F
Or by our leaders are they stolen away?
C G C
Or by our leaders are they stolen away?
[Verse]
G F C
And as I look around at us young lads
F C
Smiling bravely in our uniforms
F C Am
I wonder when I found I first liked them
G F
Sons of those who wanted the war
C G C
Sons of those who wanted the war
[Verse]
G F C
So come ye squaddies from Banfrie Chapel
F C
From Leeds and the towns to the north
F C Am
The troop is our lives to our leaders
G F
Hard luck, not a grain of sorrow
C G C
Hard luck, not a damn grain of sorrow
[Instrumental]
C F C F C G/B Am
C F C
[Verse]
G F C
You say you saw the Yorkshire Regiment
F C
Go parading down our street
F C Am
How it breaks my heart, those brave young lads
G F
Marching off to that crooked beat
C G C
Marching off to that crooked beat
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Ex Vivian
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