Biografia:
From his time as the first folk performer at the Sydney Opera House, through all the major Australian and New Zealand folk festivals and countless concerts and club shows, Bernard Bolan has made himself a National Treasure with his unmistakable blend of words, wit and finely crafted music.
Bernard's love songs are passionate and haunting, while his comedy material has had audiences literally gasping for breath with laughter. The words of his songs
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The Old Number 10 - Bernard Bolan
D
In the town that I once called me home,
F#m
It was early in winter; the evening was chill.
A
Just in for the day, and then far off tomorrow,
D
I'd just a few hours to kill.
Though I was indifferent, me feet were quite certain
F#m
Of just where they wanted to be:
A
It was off to the Old Number Ten where my friends
D
Would be drinking and waiting for me.
G F#m
I first had me doubts when the paint on the outside
G D
Was no longer peeling and old,
G F#m
And a sign that said gaily "Hot lunches served daily"
Em A
Had the blood in me veins running cold.
CHORUS:
G D F#m walk up to B in bass
You drinking men at the Old Number Ten,
G D
You seem such a long time ago.
G D F#m
You seem so much different since last time we met,
A walk down to F# walk up to D
But maybe it's me; I don't know.
D
Into the bar I went, ordered a jar and then
F#m
Looked for a face from the past,
A
But no one there knew me; the way they looked through me,
D
I might have been made out of glass.
I said "I used to come here, you know, years and years ago."
F#m
"Well, Sir, it must warm your heart
A
To see, how we've changed it and quite rearranged it
D
And got it all looking quite smart.
G F#m
"I can tell by your clothes you're a fella who knows
G D
The way a good pub should be run,
G F#m
With no spitting or swearing or overall-wearing
Em A
Like the old days when you used to come".
G D F#m walk up to B in bass
But you drinking men at the Old Number Ten,
G D
You seem such a long time ago.
G D F#m
You seem so much different since last time we met,
A walk down to F# walk up to D
But maybe it's me; I don't know.
With me heart feeling heavy as I was just ready
F#m
To finish me Guinness and go,
A
I saw an old face that glistened in the fire that had listened
D
To more tales than you'll ever know.
With the years in between, it was foolish to dream
F#m
That he'd ever remember my face,
A
But I bought him a beer and as I set it down near him,
D
The old man looked up from his place.
G F#m
"By Christ, is it thee?" he said. "Well, bugger me," he said.
G D
"Champion to see thee again!
G F#m
Isn't it strange how you just haven't changed?" I said.
Em A
"Neither have you, me old friend."
G F#m
"Is it thee?" he said. "I'll go to sea" he said.
G D
"Champion to see thee again!
G F#m
Isn't it strange how you just haven't changed?" I said.
Em A
"Neither have you, my old friend."
G D F#m walk up to B in bass
But you drinking men at the Old Number Ten,
G D
You seem such a long time ago.
G D F#m
You seem so much different since last time we met,
A walk down to F# walk up to D
But maybe it's me; I don't know.
The Old Number 10 - Bernard Bolan
D
In the town that I once called me home,
F#m
It was early in winter; the evening was chill.
A
Just in for the day, and then far off tomorrow,
D
I'd just a few hours to kill.
Though I was indifferent, me feet were quite certain
F#m
Of just where they wanted to be:
A
It was off to the Old Number Ten where my friends
D
Would be drinking and waiting for me.
G F#m
I first had me doubts when the paint on the outside
G D
Was no longer peeling and old,
G F#m
And a sign that said gaily "Hot lunches served daily"
Em A
Had the blood in me veins running cold.
CHORUS:
G D F#m walk up to B in bass
You drinking men at the Old Number Ten,
G D
You seem such a long time ago.
G D F#m
You seem so much different since last time we met,
A walk down to F# walk up to D
But maybe it's me; I don't know.
D
Into the bar I went, ordered a jar and then
F#m
Looked for a face from the past,
A
But no one there knew me; the way they looked through me,
D
I might have been made out of glass.
I said "I used to come here, you know, years and years ago."
F#m
"Well, Sir, it must warm your heart
A
To see, how we've changed it and quite rearranged it
D
And got it all looking quite smart.
G F#m
"I can tell by your clothes you're a fella who knows
G D
The way a good pub should be run,
G F#m
With no spitting or swearing or overall-wearing
Em A
Like the old days when you used to come".
G D F#m walk up to B in bass
But you drinking men at the Old Number Ten,
G D
You seem such a long time ago.
G D F#m
You seem so much different since last time we met,
A walk down to F# walk up to D
But maybe it's me; I don't know.
With me heart feeling heavy as I was just ready
F#m
To finish me Guinness and go,
A
I saw an old face that glistened in the fire that had listened
D
To more tales than you'll ever know.
With the years in between, it was foolish to dream
F#m
That he'd ever remember my face,
A
But I bought him a beer and as I set it down near him,
D
The old man looked up from his place.
G F#m
"By Christ, is it thee?" he said. "Well, bugger me," he said.
G D
"Champion to see thee again!
G F#m
Isn't it strange how you just haven't changed?" I said.
Em A
"Neither have you, me old friend."
G F#m
"Is it thee?" he said. "I'll go to sea" he said.
G D
"Champion to see thee again!
G F#m
Isn't it strange how you just haven't changed?" I said.
Em A
"Neither have you, my old friend."
G D F#m walk up to B in bass
But you drinking men at the Old Number Ten,
G D
You seem such a long time ago.
G D F#m
You seem so much different since last time we met,
A walk down to F# walk up to D
But maybe it's me; I don't know.
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