¡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!
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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