Biografía:
Kate Rusby es una cantante folk del norte de Inglaterra, con un estilo que es fácil identificar sencillamente como "celta" debido a la participación en sus discos de artistas como Michael McGoldrick, flautista irlandés. Sin necesidad de encasillarla demasiado, lo más característico del estilo de Rusby es su estilo al tocar la guitarra, instrumento nada "celta" y que la coloca en una larga tradición folk. Sus canciones mezclan letras tradicionales de amores rotos
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Otras canciones:
- All Gods Angels
- As I Roved Out
- Awkward Annie
- Bitter Boy
- Blooming Heather
- Bonnie Bairns Dadgad
- Bonnie House Of Airlie
- Bring Me A Boat
- Candlemass Eve
- Cruel
- Falling
- Fare Thee Well
- Ghost
- Goodman
- Hark Hark What News
- Hark The Herald
- Here We Come A Wassailing
- High On A Hill
- I Wonder What Is Keeping My True Love This Night
- John Barbury
- Let Me Be
- Let The Cold Wind Blow
- Let Them Fly
- Little Jack Frost
- My Young Man
- No Names
- Old Man Time
- Planets
- Poor Old Horse
- Radio Sweethearts
- Sir Eglamore
- Streams Of Nancy
- Sweet Bells
- Sweet Bride
- The Cobblers Daughter
- The Elfin Knight
- The Fairest Of All Yarrow
- The Holly And The Ivy
- The Lark
- The Mockingbird
- The Old Man
- The Village Green Preservation Society
- The Wild Goose Live
- Underneath The Stars
- Wandering Soul
- Who Will Sing Me Lullabies
- You Belong To Me
¡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!
Capo on 3rd
Bm D A
There was a lady fine and gay,
G A G
She looked so neat and trim,
D A Bm D
She went into her own garden-wall,
D A G
To see her ships come in.
And carries on just the same!
Lyrics:
And there she spies her daughter Jane,
Who looked so pale and wan:
‘Oh, have you had some long sickness,
Or lain ye with some young man?’
‘No, I have had no long sickness,
Nor lain here with a man:’
Her petticoats they were so short,
She was a nine months gone
She was a nine months gone
‘Oh is it by some nobleman?
Or by some man of fame?
Or is it by John Barbary,
Who lately come from Spain?’
‘No, it is by a nobleman,
Nor by no man of fame;
But it is by John Barbary,
Who lately come from Spain.’
And she's calld down her merry men,
By one, by two, by three;
John Barbary was once the first,
But now the last came he.
‘Oh will you take my daughter Jane,
And wed her out of hand?
And you will dine and sup with me,
And be heir to all my land.’
‘Oh, I will take your daughter Jane,
And wed her out of hand;
And I will dine and sup with you,
But I do not want your land.’
For I have houses and I have land
And money out by the grand
And had it not been for your daughter
I'd never be your man, I'd never be your man
Bm D A
There was a lady fine and gay,
G A G
She looked so neat and trim,
D A Bm D
She went into her own garden-wall,
D A G
To see her ships come in.
And carries on just the same!
Lyrics:
And there she spies her daughter Jane,
Who looked so pale and wan:
‘Oh, have you had some long sickness,
Or lain ye with some young man?’
‘No, I have had no long sickness,
Nor lain here with a man:’
Her petticoats they were so short,
She was a nine months gone
She was a nine months gone
‘Oh is it by some nobleman?
Or by some man of fame?
Or is it by John Barbary,
Who lately come from Spain?’
‘No, it is by a nobleman,
Nor by no man of fame;
But it is by John Barbary,
Who lately come from Spain.’
And she's calld down her merry men,
By one, by two, by three;
John Barbary was once the first,
But now the last came he.
‘Oh will you take my daughter Jane,
And wed her out of hand?
And you will dine and sup with me,
And be heir to all my land.’
‘Oh, I will take your daughter Jane,
And wed her out of hand;
And I will dine and sup with you,
But I do not want your land.’
For I have houses and I have land
And money out by the grand
And had it not been for your daughter
I'd never be your man, I'd never be your man
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