And ride with us young bonny lass —
with the angels of the night.
Crack wind clatter — flesh rein bite
on an out-size unicorn.
Rough-shod winging sky blue flight
on a cold wind to Valhalla.
And join with us please — Valkyrie maidens cry
above the cold wind to Valhalla.

Break fast with the gods. Night angels serve
With ice-bound majesty.
Frozen flaking fish raw nerve —
In a cup of silver liquid fire.
Moon jet brave beam split ceiling swerve
And light the old Valhalla.
Come join with us please — Valkyrie maidens cry
above the cold wind to Valhalla.

The heroes rest upon the sighs
Of Thor’s trusty Hand maidens.
Midnight lonely whisper cries,
”We’re getting a bit short on heroes lately. ”
Sword snap fright white pale goodbyes in the
Desolation of Valhalla.
And join with us please — Valkyrie maidens cry
above the cold wind to Valhalla.

Em D repeatedly

Old lady with a barrow; life near ending
Standing by the harbour wall; warm wishes sending
children on the cold sea swell —
not fishers of men —
gone to chase away the last herring:
come empty home again.
So come all you lovers of the good life
on your supermarket run —
Set a sail of your own devising
and be there when the Dutchman comes,
you’d better be there when the Dutchman comes.

Em D…

Wee girl in a straw hat: from far east warring
Sad cargo of an old ship: young bodies whoring
Slow ocean hobo —
ports closed to her crew
No hope of immigration —
keep on passing through.
So come all you lovers of the good life
your children playing in the sun —
Set a sympathetic flag a-flying
and be there when the Dutchman comes,
you’d better be there when the Dutchman comes.

Instrumental:
Am Em D x4
D C D x5 (?)

Death grinning like a scarecrow — Flying Dutchman
Seagull pilots flown from nowhere –- try and touch one
as she slips in on the full tide
and the harbour-master yells
All hands vanished with the captain —
no one left, the tale to tell.
So come all you lovers of the good life
Look around you, can you see?
Staring ghostly in the mirror —
it’s the Dutchman you will be
..floating slowly out to sea
in a misty misery.

Em D repeatedly

End:

Capo: 4th fret.
3/4 time
Intro:

4th fr (capo)
| | | | | |

----------- 

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--X-X------ 

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----------X 

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----------- 

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(4 bars,
strum whole chord
2-and-3-and 3rd,2nd,1st string strum
pluck 4th string)

strum-and-2-and-3-and
pluck-and-2-and-3-and
pluck-and-2-and-3-and
pluck-and-2-and-3-and

4th fr (capo)
| | | | | |

----------- 

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----X------ 

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--X-----X-- 

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----------- 

(4 bars, pluck 5th string)
pluck-and-2-and-3-and
pluck-and-2-and-3-and
pluck-and-2-and-3-and
pluck-and-2-and

(fill drops into song) (p pull-off, h hammer-on,
dn down strum (low to high), up up strum (high to low))

C p G Gdn Gup h Gdn Gup
3 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 1 & 2 &

E|-----------------------------------------1---1-------------------1---1--
B|-----------------------------------------0---0-------------------0---0--
G|-----------------------------------------0---0-------------------0---0--
D|-2-----------2-0-----0-------0-----------0---0-----------0-------0---0--
A|-----------------3-------2---------------2---2---0---2-----------2---2--
E|---------------------------------3-------3---3-------------------3---3-- 

(^ hold G (3-2-1) and just
lift 2)

h Gdn Gup h Gdn Gup h
3 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 1 & 2 &

E|-----------------1---1-------------------1---1------------
B|-----------------0---0-------------------0---0------------
G|-----------------0---0-------------------0---0------------
D|-----------------0---0-----------0-------0---0------------ etc.
A|-0---2-----------2---2---0---2-----------2---2---0---2----
E|---------3-------3---3-------------------3---3-----------3 

(Note: Ian Anderson usually plays a D chord thusly:

D(IA)

hold sus

E|-2--------3--2--0--2--
B|-3--------3--3--3--3--
G|-2--------2--2--2--2--
D|-0--------0--0--0--0--
A|-x--------x--x--x--x--
E|-x--------x--x--x--x-- 

Throw this in wherever a D chord ends a phrase)

There’s a

G C D(IA) G
haze on the skyline to wish me on my way

and there’s a note on the telephone
C D(IA)
some roses on a tray
And the motorway’s stretching
right out to us all
as I pull on my old wings
One White Duck on your wall
Isn’t it just to damn real?
One White Duck on your wall
one duck on your wall

I’ll catch a
ride on your violin strung up on your bow
and I’ll float on your melody
sing your chorus soft and low
There’s a picture-view postcard to say that I called
You can see from the fireplace
One White Duck on your wall
Isn’t it just too damn real?
One White Duck on your wall
One duck on your wall

4th fr (capo)
| | | | | |

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--X-------- 

| | | | | |

X---------X 

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----------- 

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x[G/F]
4th fr (capo)
| | | | | |

X---------- 

| | | | | |

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| | | | | |

----------X 

| | | | | |

----------- 

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G-and-2-G/F-3-G/F, again, etc.

So
fly away Peter and fly away Paul [G/F][G/F]
from the fingertip ledge of contentment
Well, the long restless rustle of
high heel boots calls [G/F][G/F]
F(with high G) C G G/F G G/F…
and I’m probably bound to deceive you after all.

Something must be wrong with me and my brain
if I’m so painfully unrewarding
But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that way
and my zero to your power often equals nothing at all.

Double lock defense, there’s no chain on my door
and I’m available for consultation
But remember your way in is also my way out,
and love’s four letter word is no compensation

Black Ace dog handler I’m a waiter on skates
so don’t you jump to your foresking conclusion
Cause I’m up to my deaf ears in cold breakfast trays
to be cleared before I can dine on your sweet
Sunday lunch confusion.

pt
tarvydas@tsctrl.guild.org

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Hello sun

Hello bird

Hello my lady

Hello breakfast

May I buy you again tomorrow?

I think he capos on the second fret…

Jethro Tull

Intro: A Asus4 Em (or something close to Em, an open A with the lower two fingers lifted, maybe)

Took a sad song of one sweet evening
I smiled and quickly turned away.
It’s not easy singing sad songs
but still the easiest way I have to
say.

So when you look into the sun
and see the things we haven’t done —
or was it better then to run
than to spend the summer crying?
Now summer cannot come anyway.

I had waited for time to change her.
The only change that came was over
me.
She pretended not to want love —
I hope she was only fooling me.

So when you look into the sun
look for the pleasures nearly won.
or was it better then to run
than to spend the summer singing.
And summer could have come in a day.

So if you hear my sad song singing
remember who and what you nearly had.
It’s not easy singing sad songs
when you can sing the song to make me
glad.

So when you look into the sun
and see the words you could have
sung:
It’s not too late, only begun,
we can still make summer.
Yes, summer always comes anyway.

So when you look into the sun
and see the words you could have
sung:
It’s not too late, only begun.
Look into the sun.

“For Michael Collins, Jeffrey and Me.”
Jethro Tull
Benefit
1970

Standard Tuning

Verse 1

Gm7 (arpeggio)
Watery eyes of the last sighing seconds blue reflections mute and dim
Beckon tearful child of wonder to repentance of the sin

And the blind and lusty lovers of the great eternal lie
Go on believing nothing since something has to die
And the a[Gm7sus4]pes cu[Gm7sus4]riosity money power wins
And the [Eb6sus4]yellow soft mountains move under him

[C/D]

Chorus

I’m with you L.E.M. though it’s a shame that it had to be you
The mother ship is just a blip from your trip made for two
I’m with you boys so please employ just a little extra care
It’s on my mind I’m left behind when I should have been there
Walking with you

Verse 2 (same as verse 1)

And the limp face hungry viewer fight to fasten with their eyes
Like the man hung from the trapeze whose fall will satisfy
And congratulate each other on their rare and wondrous deed
That their begrudged money bought to sow the monkey’s seed
And the yellow soft mountains grow very still
Witness as intrusion the humanoid thrill

Chorus

I’m with you L.E.M. though it’s a shame that it had to be you
The mother ship is just a blip from your trip made for two
I’m with you boys so please employ just a little extra care
It’s on my mind I’m left behind when I should have been there
Walking with you

Tabbed by thebigbox

As I did walk by Hampstead Faire
I came upon Mother Goose so I turned her loose she was screaming
And a foreign student said to me
Was it really true there are elephants and lions too in Picadilly Circus

Walked down by the bathing pond to try and catch some sun
Saw at least a hundred school girls sobbing intoHankerchiefs as one
I don’t believe they knew I was a schoolboy

And the bearded lady said to me
If you start your raving and your misbehaving you’ll be sorry
Then the chicken fancy came to play
With his long red beard and his sister weird
she drives a lorry (hmm)

Back down by the putting green I popped them in their holes
Four and twentylaborers were laboring and digging up Their gold
I don’t believe they knew that I was Long John Silver

Saw Johnny Scarecrow make his rounds
In his jet black mac which he won’t give back Stole it from a snowman
As I did walk by Hampstead Faire
I came upon Mother Goose so Iturned her loose she Was screaming

Walked down by the bathing pond to try and catch some sun
Saw at least a hundred school girls sobbing intoHankerchiefs as one
I don’t believe they knew I was a schoolboy.

Outro & Variations

Subject: CRD: Jethro Tull – “Songs From the Wood”

Let me bring you Songs From The Wood

[Eb6(9)]To make you feel much better then you could know

Dust you down from tip to toe

Show you how the garden grows

Hold you steady as you go

Join the chorus if you can

It’ll make of you and honest man

Let me bring you love from the field

Poppies red and roses filled with summer rain

To [G(F]heal[bass)] the wound and still the pain

That t[G(F]hrea[bass)]tens again and again

As you [G(F]drag[bass)] down every lovers’ lane

Bb F Eb f(Eb bass) Gm
Life’s long cele- bra – tion’s here

I’ll toast you all in penny cheer

Let me bring [Bb(D]you a[bass)]ll things refined

Galliards and Lute songs served in[G(C] chi[bass)]lling ale

[G(F]Gree[bass)]tings well met fello[F(C]w ha[bass)]il

I a[G(F]m th[bass)]e wind to fill y[F(C]our [bass)]sail

I a[G(F]m th[bass)]e cross to take[F(C] you[bass)]r nail

A singer of these age[F(Eb] – le[bass)]ss [(G] [bass)] times

With kitchen prose and gutter rhymes

Songs from the Wood make you feel much,[D(F#bass)] much better.

Locomotive Breath — Jethro Tull

Verse:

Play the Am C G Am progression like this

X palm mute string

e———————xxxxxx–|
B———————xxxxxx–|
G———————xxxxxx–|
D—-7-7–10–5–7-7–xxxxxx–|
A—-7-7–10–5–7-7–xxxxxx–|
E—-5-5–8—3–5-5–xxxxxx–| 2x

Then the Am C G E progression

e——————|
B——————|
G—————-9-|
D—-7-7–10–5–9-|
A—-7-7–10–5–7-|
E—-5-5–8—3—-| 1x

Then back to the Am C G Am progression

Verse 1:

In the shuffling madness
Of the locomotive breath
Runs the all time loser
Headlong to his death
Oh he feels the pistons scraping
Steam breaking on his brow

Chorus:

Old Charlie stole the handle
And the train it won’t stop going
Noway to slow down
Ohhhhhhhh!

Verse 2 (same as verse 1):
He sees his children jumping off
At stations one by one
His woman and his best friend
In bed and having fun!
Oh hes crawling down the corridor

On his hands and knees

Chorus:

Old Charlie stole the handle
And the train it won’t stop going
Noway to slow down
A-hey Heey!

Flute Solo
(Play the verse chords)

Verse 3:
He hears the silence howling
Catches angels as they fall
And all the time the winner
Has got him by the balls!
Oh he picks up Gidon’s Bible
Open at page one

Chorus
I thank God he stole the handle
And the train it won’t stop going
No way to slow down

Repeat “No way to slow down” with the Am C G Am progression
and fade out.

“The distinguishing mark of man is the hand,
the instrument with which he does all his mischief…”

–MiScHiEf BrEw–