Biografía:
Albert Wade Hemsworth (23 October 1916 – 19 January 2002) was a Canadian folk singer and songwriter. Although he was not a prolific composer, having written only about 20 songs during his entire career, several of his songs — most notably "The Wild Goose", "The Black Fly Song" and "The Log Driver's Waltz" — are among the most enduring classics in the history of Canadian folk music.
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From: Barrie McCombs
Subject: h/wade_hemsworth/the_black_fly_song.num
THE BLACK FLY SONG Time: 4/4 Tenor: C Bass: C
1 * * *
'Twas early in the spring when I decide to go
6m * 2m *
For to work up in the woods in North On-tar-i-o
1 * * *
The unemployment office said they'd send me through
6m * 2m *
To the Little Abi-tibi with the survey crew
CHORUS:
6m * * *
And the black flies, the little black flies
1 * * *
Always the black fly, no matter where you go
2m * * *
I'll die with the black fly a-picking my bones
* * 1 * * 2m 6m
In North On-tar-i-o-i-o, in North On-tar-i-o
Now the man, black Toby was the captain of the crew
And he said, "I'm gonna tell you boys what we're gonna do
They want to build a power dam and we must find a way
For to make the Little Ab flow around the other way"
So we survey to the east and we survey to the west
And we couldn't make our minds up how to do it best
Little Ab, Little Ab, what shall I do
For I'm all but goin' crazy on the survey crew
It was black fly, black fly everywhere
A-crawlin' in your whiskers, a-crawlin' in your hair
A-swimmin' in the soup, and a'swimmin in the tea
Oh the devil take the black fly and let me be
Black Toby fell to swearin' 'cause the work went slow
And the state of our morale was gettin' pretty low
And the flies swarmed heavy, it was hard to catch a breath
As you staggered up and down the trail talkin' to yourself
Now the bull cook's name was Blind River Joe
If it hadn't been for him we'd have never pulled through
For he bound up our bruises, and he kidded us for fun
And he lathered us with bacon grease and balsam gum
At last the job was over, Black Toby said, We're through
With the Little Abitibi and the survey crew
'Twas a wonderful experience and this I know
I'll never go again to North Ontar-i-o
NOTES:
SYMBOLS:
- Asterisk (*) = new measure, play same chord
- Period (.) = 1/8 note rest at start of a measure
- Underline(_) = sustain note into next measure
CHORDS (Number System):
- Example: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
- Key of C: C D E F G A B
- Detailed description: /pub/guitar/other_stuff/numbering_system.txt
- Submitted by: Barrie McCombs ([email protected])
Subject: h/wade_hemsworth/the_black_fly_song.num
THE BLACK FLY SONG Time: 4/4 Tenor: C Bass: C
1 * * *
'Twas early in the spring when I decide to go
6m * 2m *
For to work up in the woods in North On-tar-i-o
1 * * *
The unemployment office said they'd send me through
6m * 2m *
To the Little Abi-tibi with the survey crew
CHORUS:
6m * * *
And the black flies, the little black flies
1 * * *
Always the black fly, no matter where you go
2m * * *
I'll die with the black fly a-picking my bones
* * 1 * * 2m 6m
In North On-tar-i-o-i-o, in North On-tar-i-o
Now the man, black Toby was the captain of the crew
And he said, "I'm gonna tell you boys what we're gonna do
They want to build a power dam and we must find a way
For to make the Little Ab flow around the other way"
So we survey to the east and we survey to the west
And we couldn't make our minds up how to do it best
Little Ab, Little Ab, what shall I do
For I'm all but goin' crazy on the survey crew
It was black fly, black fly everywhere
A-crawlin' in your whiskers, a-crawlin' in your hair
A-swimmin' in the soup, and a'swimmin in the tea
Oh the devil take the black fly and let me be
Black Toby fell to swearin' 'cause the work went slow
And the state of our morale was gettin' pretty low
And the flies swarmed heavy, it was hard to catch a breath
As you staggered up and down the trail talkin' to yourself
Now the bull cook's name was Blind River Joe
If it hadn't been for him we'd have never pulled through
For he bound up our bruises, and he kidded us for fun
And he lathered us with bacon grease and balsam gum
At last the job was over, Black Toby said, We're through
With the Little Abitibi and the survey crew
'Twas a wonderful experience and this I know
I'll never go again to North Ontar-i-o
NOTES:
SYMBOLS:
- Asterisk (*) = new measure, play same chord
- Period (.) = 1/8 note rest at start of a measure
- Underline(_) = sustain note into next measure
CHORDS (Number System):
- Example: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
- Key of C: C D E F G A B
- Detailed description: /pub/guitar/other_stuff/numbering_system.txt
- Submitted by: Barrie McCombs ([email protected])
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