¡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: 3
Am
Tell my mother that I love her
G
But I must be on my way
Am
Took a few things from the cupboard
G
That I promise to replace
Am
Left some money on the table
G
Be wise and spend it well
Am
For the harvest hasn't yielded
G
And there's nothing left to sell
Take the children to the schoolhouse
Don't let them stay up late
Kiss them goodnight and make sure
There's food upon their plates
Feed them properly, feed them healthily
There's apples on the trees
Tell them regularly that I love them
Don't let them forget me
There's no more coal for
The fire my love
But I'll gladly burn myself
There's nothing left for
To try my love
So bottoms up dear
Here's to your health
There's a bucket in the stable
In case you need it for the well
And a rifle in the cradle
In case the neighbours come to wish us well
I'll try to be back soon
Before the rains set in
But who knows what my fortune
Will hold
What it'll bring
There's no more coal for
The fire my love
But I'll gladly burn myself
There's nothing left for
To try my love
So bottoms up dear
Here's to your health
http://themarinerschildren.com
Am
Tell my mother that I love her
G
But I must be on my way
Am
Took a few things from the cupboard
G
That I promise to replace
Am
Left some money on the table
G
Be wise and spend it well
Am
For the harvest hasn't yielded
G
And there's nothing left to sell
Take the children to the schoolhouse
Don't let them stay up late
Kiss them goodnight and make sure
There's food upon their plates
Feed them properly, feed them healthily
There's apples on the trees
Tell them regularly that I love them
Don't let them forget me
There's no more coal for
The fire my love
But I'll gladly burn myself
There's nothing left for
To try my love
So bottoms up dear
Here's to your health
There's a bucket in the stable
In case you need it for the well
And a rifle in the cradle
In case the neighbours come to wish us well
I'll try to be back soon
Before the rains set in
But who knows what my fortune
Will hold
What it'll bring
There's no more coal for
The fire my love
But I'll gladly burn myself
There's nothing left for
To try my love
So bottoms up dear
Here's to your health
http://themarinerschildren.com
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