X:130
T:Month of January, The
R:song
D:Paddy Tunney
D:Dolores Keane
Z:id:hn-song-130
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=120
K:Dmix
FG | A4 B2 | (A3 F) D2 | (A3 G) F2 | (G2 F2) D2 | (C3 B,) C2 | D4 C2 | D6- | D4
(AB) | c4 B2 | (A3 F) D2 | (c3 B c2) | d4 (cB) | A4 D2 | (F3 G) A2 | G6- | G4
AB | c4 B2 | (A3 F) D2 | c B3 c2 | d4 (cB) | A4 D2 | (F3 G) A2 | G6- | G4
(FG) | A4 B2 | A4 D2 | A4 F2 | G2 F2 D2 | C2 B,2 C2 | D4 C2 | D6- | D4 ||
W:It was in the month of January, all in the frost and snow
W:When through the hills and valleys my true love she did go
W:It was there I spied a pretty young girl with the salt tear in her eye
W:She held a baby in her ar-ms and bitterly she did cry.
W:
W:Saying "Cruel was my father, who barred the door on me
W:And cruel was my mother, a dreadful crime to see.
W:Cruel was my own true love, who changed his love for gold
W:And cruel were the wintery winds that pierced my heart with cold."
W:
W:For the taller that a pine tree grows the sweeter is the bark
W:And the fairer that a young man speaks, the falser is his heart
W:For he'll kiss you and caress you till they think they have you won
W:Then they'll go away and leave you all for some other one.
W:
W:So come all you pretty fair young maids a warning take by me
W:And never try and build your nest on top of any tall tree
W:For the green leaves they will wither and the roots will decay
W:And the blushes of a false young man will soon all fade away.
W:
W:Version 2:
W:
W:It was in the month of January, the hills were clad in snow
W:When over hills and valleys my true love he did go
W:It was there I spied a pretty fair maid with a salt tear in her eye
W:She had a baby in her arms and bitter she did cry.
W:
W:"Oh cruel was my father, that barred the door on me
W:And cruel was my mother, this dreadful crime to see
W:Cruel was my own true love, to change his mind for gold
W:And cruel was that winter's night that pierced my heart with cold."
W:
W:For the taller that the palm tree grows the sweeter is the bark
W:And the fairer that a young man speaks, the falser is his heart
W:He will kiss you and embrace you till he thinks he has you won
W:Then he'll go away and leave you all for some other one.
W:
W:Now all you pretty fair maids a warning take by me
W:And never try to build your nest on top of a high tree
W:For the leaves they will all wither and the branches will decay
W:And the beauties of a false young man will all soon fade away.