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BL08 Pallaver
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A 'neotraditional' folk song...
folk traditional
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Singer-songwriter, arranger and producer: acoustic contemporary folk but ranging into rock/blues/country/jazz/humour...all very eclectic, I'm afraid!
Martin Stirrup Singer/songwriter An old folkie who got back into it... These days I sing and play guitar(s) and other stringed instruments, then score and orchestrate where appropriate. My taste becomes increasingly eclectic ranging from finger-picked folk through country to soft rock mixed in with a few more alternative and eccentric numbers, including the odd novelty foxtrot...
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Peak #18
Peak in subgenre #6
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Martin Stirrup
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Martin Stirrup
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September 22, 2021
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MP3 7.3 MB 320 kbps 3:10
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WAV 32.0 MB
Story behind the song
Every so often a 'neotraditional' folk song develops when I'm writing... here's a tale of a drunken sailor and the fate that befalls him..
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BL 08 Palaver (played as Am GD AmAm GC D picked (CAPOT 2 SO IN Bm!)) Bm AE BmBm AD E X4 I met a girl called Jenny When I'd had one or two too many And I'd stopped to spend a penny In the gutter by her door I think I took her fancy though For the life of me I can't Why I didn't make her ansy As I Jimmied on the floor She said she'd give me whisky But I thought it rather risky I was feeling rather frisky She could see what's on my mind So she said If you think you'd rather We could cut all the palaver And go off to bed and charver If you feel so inclined. ( G DC D G DEm G DC D G DEm Am7G CAPOT 2 SO) A ED E A EF#m A ED E A EF#m Bm7A So for all you roistering fellows As you roar into the night For all your drunken bellows Hope for luck to see you right So for all you roistering fellows Be prepared to pay the price For all your drunken bellows You're as vulnerable as mice vulnerable as mice So enchanted by her offer I agreed to fill her coffer I could not be a scoffer To such a kindly maid She led me down an alley Acting jovial and pally But she turned out as a scally And at last I was betrayed She kissed me and she bit meAs carefully she dipped me Then with something hard she hit meAnd everything went black I woke up feeling oldShivering in the cold She'd taken all my goldAnd the coat from off my back So for all you roistering fellowsLearn a lesson here from me For all your drunken bellowsYou may pay this penalty ?
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