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Song Name: Drink To Me Only With Thine Eyes (h-m-l) By: Johnny Cash
Posted By: WaltP Difficulty: Any
Key: C Genre: Religious
Harp Type: Diatonic Audio:
Created: 2011-01-21 11:01:34 Modified: 0000-00-00 00:00:00
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Song: DRINK TO ME ONLY WITH THINE EYES h-m-l
Trad hymn
Johnny Cash
Key: C
Time3/4
  
  8   8  8  -9 -9  9 -9  8    -8  8
  2   2  2  -2”-2” 3 -2” 2    -1  2
  5   5  5  -5 -5  6 -5  5    -4  5
Drink to me on-ly with thine eyes

-9 9 7 -9    8     -8   7
-2”3 1 -2”   2     -1   1
-5 6 4 -5    5     -4   4
And I will pledge with mine.

8    8   8  -9   -9  9 -9 8  -8  8
2    2   2  -2”  -2” 3 -2”2  -1  2
5    5   5  -5   -5  6 -5 5  -4  5
Or leave a kiss with-in  the cup

-9   9  7 -9  8  -8   7
-2”  3  1 -2” 2  -1   1
-5   6  4 -5  5  -4   4
And I'll not ask for wine.
 9    9   8  9   10   9   9  8  9   9
 3    3   2  3   4    3   3  2  3   3
 6    6   5  6   7    6   6  5  6   6
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
 
 9   -10 9   9 -9 8  8
 3   -3” 3   3 -2”2  2
 6   -6  6   6 -5 5  5
Doth ask a drink di-vine;

 8    8   8 -9   -9    9 -9 8 -8   8
 2    2   2 -2”  -2”   3 -2”2 -1   2
 5    5   5 -5   -5    6 -5 5 -4   5
But might I of Jove's nec-tar sip,

-9  9  7 -9  8  -8   7
-2” 3  1 -2” 2  -1   1
-5  6  4 -5  5  -4   4
I would not ask for wine.

I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much hon'ring thee
As giving it a hope that there
It could not withered be;

But thou thereon did'st only breathe,
And sent'st it back to me,
Since when it grows and smells, I swear
Not of itself, but thee.


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