Since_Maggie_Went_Away
by Sean O'Casey · posted by Nobbi
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How to read this tab — notation key
- +
- Blow note
- −
- Draw note
- b or '
- Half-step bend
- bb or ''
- Two half-step bend
- bbb or '''
- Three half-step bend
- (###)
- Chord — relevant hole numbers in parentheses
- < or *
- Push the button in (chromatic harmonica)
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Tab
3/4 TIME (NORMAL PACE) THE DOTS = EXTEND THAT NOTE for lyrics with midi please, check link:
http://www.traditionalmusic.co.uk/song-midis/Since_Maggie_Went_Away.htm .7 -8 8. 8 -8. 7 -8 7 -6.
No-o more I stroll, no more I stroll
.-6 6 -6 7 8 -8 .
A-a -long the bo-reen,
.-8 8 8 -8. 7 -8 7. -6
I see the scar-let pop-pies play
.-6 6 8. -8 7 .
A-mid the corn green
.-8 -8. -8 8 9 -10. 9 9.
No more be-neath the hedge I’ll watch
. 8 9 8 -8 . 7 -8 .
The but-ter-flies at play,
. 7 -8 8 8 -8 7 -6 6 6.
For my heart is filled with woe, with woe
. -6 7 8. -8 7 7..
Since Mag-gie went a-way. [V2] The sweet wild rose, the sweet wild rose, That lov'd to see us there, And seem'd to bid us hope, now droops, And tells me to despair; The linnet sings his song unheard, Perched on a leafy spray; Ah, my heart is filled with woe, with woe, Since Maggie went away. [V3] The gentle flowers, the gentle flowers, Their happy charm is fled, And how they seem like blossoms strewn, Above the silent dead, They're symbols now of sorrow deep And life's swift, sure decay; Ah, my heart is filled with woe, with woe, Since Maggie went away. [V4] The heartless sun, the heatless sun. With splendour gilds the skies. And mocks with smiling beams a heart That now can only sigh. Shine on, bright sun, shine on, while I Could curse thy proud display, For, my heart is filled with woe, with woe, Since Maggie went away. [V6] Then welcome grief, then welcome grief Man's warm true-hearted friend, For tho' all things be false, thou still art Faithful to the end. And now I walk alone with thee, Till life turns into clay Ah, my heart is filled with woe, with woe, Since Maggie went away.
Play on a harmonica— watch which holes to blow & draw, with sound
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