Henrik Norbeck's ABC Tunes

Display tune: Cot in the Corner, The

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X:30
T:Cot in the Corner, The
R:song
D:Shaskeen
Z:id:hn-song-30
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=160
K:Dmix
(A,B,) | D (D3E2) | (F3{GF}E) D2 | G2 G2 A2 | B4
d d | (d3{ed}c) A2 | G2 F2 G2 | A3 F D2 | C4
A, B, | D2 D2 E2 | F2 ({EF}E2) D2 | G3 G A2 | B4
d d | d2 ({cd}c2) A2 | G2 ({FG}F2) D2 | D2 D4- | D4
d d | d3 c B2 | c2 ({Bc}B2) A2 | B2 A G3 | A4
d d | d2 ({cd}c2) A2 | G2 F2 G2 | A2 ({FG}F2) D2 | C4
A, B, | D3 D E2 | F2 ({EF}E2) D2 | G2 G2 A2 | B4
d d | d2 ({cd}c2) A2 | ({GA}G2) F2 D2 | D2 D4- | D4 ||
W:Oh wirra aroon, how sad is our lot,
W:since the landlord turned us out of our cot,
W:and to us in this wide world the happiest spot,
W:on the hillside alone in the corner.
W:It was covered all over with bright yellow straw,
W:and the walls were as white as the snowflake so braw.
W:Sure, 'twould make a fine picture for painters to draw,
W:from the boreen outside on the corner.
W:
W:It was handsome outside, it was pretty within.
W:The shelf shone like silver, the plates made of tin
W:cast a handsome reflection when the sunbeam shone in,
W:through the window above in the corner.
W:Each night by the fireside my mother would knit,
W:and close by her side my father would sit,
W:and the stories he'd tell when his doodeen was lit,
W:and he smoking away in the corner.
W:
W:When supper was over the neighbours came in.
W:Each sat by the turf fire and roasted his shins,
W:while the boys and the girls they thought it no sin,
W:for to laugh and to chat in the corner.
W:When Jimmy the piper stepped in on the floor,
W:the boys and the girls all rushed to the door,
W:and 'twas out to the barn they brought him I'm sure,
W:and thatched him right up in the corner.
W:
W:Those days are now gone, those times have passed by.
W:From morning to night I heave many's the sigh,
W:and my thoughts back again to old Erin do fly,
W:and that dear little cot in the corner.
W:Oh, father and mother I'll ne'er see you more,
W:for between you and me the the Atlantic does roar.
W:and I hope that we'll all meet in heaven, a stóir.
W:Farewell to the cot in the corner.


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