Biografía:
Brian McNeill is a multi-talent Scottish folk musician and song-writer. He was a founder member of Battlefield Band.
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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!
[Verse 1]
D G D
My uncle Jim he served his time
A
on the shore o' the Forth as a joiner
Hm ( A D ) G D A
and three pounds ten a week was all he earned
D G D
but the wages were better working Michigan pine
A
so he sailed on an ocean liner
Hm D A D
to build a better life with the trade he'd learned.
G D G D
And the shore he reached in twenty-three
G D G D
the home of the brave, the land o' the free
Hm ( A D ) G D A
was dry as the devil's tongue on Judgement Day
G D G D
but to find a dram in a foreign land
G D G D
it's the natural gift of a Falkirk man
Hm ( A D ) G D A
and Lady Liberty looked the other way
Hm D A D
or so I've always heard my uncle say:
[Chorus]
D ( A ) D A D
For he's the best o' the barley cream o' the crop.
G D A
Easy on the water and I'll tell you when to stop.
D
So would you please charge your glasses
F#m G
with the real pure drop,
A Hm
and drink to the best o' the barley.
[Verse 2]
A D G D
My Uncle Jim was a child of his time
A
and the tricks of the time they were dirty,
Hm ( D ) G D A
and the dirtiest of all was the one they played
D G D
on a workingman's dollar and a poor man's dime
A
between twenty-nine and thirty,
Hm D A D
for they killed all the steady jobs in the building trade.
G D G D
And the only way that Jim could see
G D G D
was to play the game with Lady Liberty
Hm ( A D ) G D A
though no one ever told him all the rules,
G D G D
and when fainter hearts were homeward bound
G D G D
Jim sold Michigan ice by the pound
Hm ( A D ) G D A
with a leather sling and an iron hook for tools
Hm D A D
just to show the Yankees how to keep their cool.
[Chorus]
D ( A ) D A D
For he's the best o' the barley cream o' the crop.
G D A
Easy on the water and I'll tell you when to stop.
D
So would you please charge your glasses
F#m G
with the real pure drop,
A Hm
and drink to the best o' the barley.
[Verse 3]
A D G D
My Uncle Jim, he could keep good time
A
when the band played an eightsome reel,
Hm ( D ) G D A
and loved to waltz away the summer nights,
D G D
and the spring in his step kept him in his prime,
A
through the turns of fortune's wheel
Hm D A D
as it spun him through the darkness and the light.
G D G D
And to dance a jig called history,
G D G D
Jim took the hand of the century,
Hm ( A D ) G D A
and he never let her steal a backward glance.
G D G D
From the D-Day beaches to the cold lake shore,
G D G D
he whirled her round and round the floor
Hm ( A D ) G D A
to show her how a Scotsman takes his chance,
Hm D A D
and he never missed a measure o' the dance.
[Chorus]
D ( A ) D A D
For he's the best o' the barley cream o' the crop.
G D A
Easy on the water and I'll tell you when to stop.
D
So would you please charge your glasses
F#m G
with the real pure drop,
A Hm
and drink to the best o' the barley.
G A Hm
Here's a health to the best o' the barley
G A D
To Scotland and the best o' the barley.
D G D
My uncle Jim he served his time
A
on the shore o' the Forth as a joiner
Hm ( A D ) G D A
and three pounds ten a week was all he earned
D G D
but the wages were better working Michigan pine
A
so he sailed on an ocean liner
Hm D A D
to build a better life with the trade he'd learned.
G D G D
And the shore he reached in twenty-three
G D G D
the home of the brave, the land o' the free
Hm ( A D ) G D A
was dry as the devil's tongue on Judgement Day
G D G D
but to find a dram in a foreign land
G D G D
it's the natural gift of a Falkirk man
Hm ( A D ) G D A
and Lady Liberty looked the other way
Hm D A D
or so I've always heard my uncle say:
[Chorus]
D ( A ) D A D
For he's the best o' the barley cream o' the crop.
G D A
Easy on the water and I'll tell you when to stop.
D
So would you please charge your glasses
F#m G
with the real pure drop,
A Hm
and drink to the best o' the barley.
[Verse 2]
A D G D
My Uncle Jim was a child of his time
A
and the tricks of the time they were dirty,
Hm ( D ) G D A
and the dirtiest of all was the one they played
D G D
on a workingman's dollar and a poor man's dime
A
between twenty-nine and thirty,
Hm D A D
for they killed all the steady jobs in the building trade.
G D G D
And the only way that Jim could see
G D G D
was to play the game with Lady Liberty
Hm ( A D ) G D A
though no one ever told him all the rules,
G D G D
and when fainter hearts were homeward bound
G D G D
Jim sold Michigan ice by the pound
Hm ( A D ) G D A
with a leather sling and an iron hook for tools
Hm D A D
just to show the Yankees how to keep their cool.
[Chorus]
D ( A ) D A D
For he's the best o' the barley cream o' the crop.
G D A
Easy on the water and I'll tell you when to stop.
D
So would you please charge your glasses
F#m G
with the real pure drop,
A Hm
and drink to the best o' the barley.
[Verse 3]
A D G D
My Uncle Jim, he could keep good time
A
when the band played an eightsome reel,
Hm ( D ) G D A
and loved to waltz away the summer nights,
D G D
and the spring in his step kept him in his prime,
A
through the turns of fortune's wheel
Hm D A D
as it spun him through the darkness and the light.
G D G D
And to dance a jig called history,
G D G D
Jim took the hand of the century,
Hm ( A D ) G D A
and he never let her steal a backward glance.
G D G D
From the D-Day beaches to the cold lake shore,
G D G D
he whirled her round and round the floor
Hm ( A D ) G D A
to show her how a Scotsman takes his chance,
Hm D A D
and he never missed a measure o' the dance.
[Chorus]
D ( A ) D A D
For he's the best o' the barley cream o' the crop.
G D A
Easy on the water and I'll tell you when to stop.
D
So would you please charge your glasses
F#m G
with the real pure drop,
A Hm
and drink to the best o' the barley.
G A Hm
Here's a health to the best o' the barley
G A D
To Scotland and the best o' the barley.
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Brianna Lea Prue (...)
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