Chords for Hannah Rarity (Winner, Young Trad 2018): Good Looking Widow
Tempo:
91.45 bpm
Chords used:
A
Em
Gm
C
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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I'm going to move on now to a song that I learned from the singing of Lucy Stewart of the Stewart
Travelling family and it's called Good-Looking Widow so I'm going to try my best to take on
that persona but in this song the good-looking widow tells you about all the men that she's
known and loved in her life and every single thing that was wrong with them so here we go
[Em] I'm a good-looking widow, me one girl steer I've had four men already, as sure as I'm there
And it's me for another, my heart'll be sear For I'll get number five
Well you can, I'm good-looking and handsome and braw Although I'm a widow, that's nothing at all
If some bonnie laddie would tack me a waugh Then I'll be his bride [A] in the [Gm] [C] morn
Well the first man I hate was a tailor called John Oh he was a toff and a swell and a don
And he had a wart where his collar gait on That he used as a stud in the morn
Well the next man I hate was a baker t' trade Oh he was a loafer and very low-braid
And half say fond o' his bed for he wouldn't arrive Number three, what was he?
Oh he was a man
Though so fond o' me, [E] but mere fond o' a dram And her married life didn't last very long
So I got another
The fourth man I hate, a night watchman was he Who I sleep at a' day, but never with me
I was just as real single, I wished he would dee I never [G] come home in the morn
[A]
Well you can, I'm good-looking and handsome and braw Although I'm a widow, that's nothing at all
If some bonny laddie would tack me a waugh Then I'll be his [Ab] bride in the morn
[F] [N]
Travelling family and it's called Good-Looking Widow so I'm going to try my best to take on
that persona but in this song the good-looking widow tells you about all the men that she's
known and loved in her life and every single thing that was wrong with them so here we go
[Em] I'm a good-looking widow, me one girl steer I've had four men already, as sure as I'm there
And it's me for another, my heart'll be sear For I'll get number five
Well you can, I'm good-looking and handsome and braw Although I'm a widow, that's nothing at all
If some bonnie laddie would tack me a waugh Then I'll be his bride [A] in the [Gm] [C] morn
Well the first man I hate was a tailor called John Oh he was a toff and a swell and a don
And he had a wart where his collar gait on That he used as a stud in the morn
Well the next man I hate was a baker t' trade Oh he was a loafer and very low-braid
And half say fond o' his bed for he wouldn't arrive Number three, what was he?
Oh he was a man
Though so fond o' me, [E] but mere fond o' a dram And her married life didn't last very long
So I got another
The fourth man I hate, a night watchman was he Who I sleep at a' day, but never with me
I was just as real single, I wished he would dee I never [G] come home in the morn
[A]
Well you can, I'm good-looking and handsome and braw Although I'm a widow, that's nothing at all
If some bonny laddie would tack me a waugh Then I'll be his [Ab] bride in the morn
[F] [N]
Key:
A
Em
Gm
C
E
A
Em
Gm
I'm going to move on now to a song that I learned from the singing of Lucy Stewart of the Stewart
Travelling family and it's called Good-Looking Widow so I'm going to try my best to take on
that persona but in this song the good-looking widow tells you about all the men that she's
known and loved in her life and every single thing that was wrong with them so here we _ _ _ _ go
_ [Em] I'm a good-looking widow, me one girl steer I've had four men already, as sure as I'm there
And it's me for another, my heart'll be sear For I'll get number five
_ _ _ _ _ Well you can, I'm good-looking and handsome and braw Although I'm a widow, that's nothing at all
If some bonnie laddie would tack me a waugh Then I'll be his bride [A] in the [Gm] _ [C] _ morn
Well the first man I hate was a tailor called John Oh he was a toff and a swell and a don
And he had a wart where his collar gait on That he used as a stud in the morn
_ _ Well the next man I hate was a baker t' trade Oh he was a loafer and very low-braid
And half say fond o' his bed for he wouldn't arrive _ _ _ _ Number three, what was he?
Oh he was a man
Though so fond o' me, [E] but mere fond o' a dram And her married life didn't last very long
So I got another
_ _ _ The fourth man I hate, a night watchman was he Who I sleep at a' day, but never with me
I was just as real single, I wished he would dee I never [G] come home in the morn
_ [A] _ _
Well you can, I'm good-looking and handsome and braw Although I'm a widow, that's nothing at all
If some bonny laddie would tack me a waugh Then I'll be his [Ab] bride in the morn
[F] _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Travelling family and it's called Good-Looking Widow so I'm going to try my best to take on
that persona but in this song the good-looking widow tells you about all the men that she's
known and loved in her life and every single thing that was wrong with them so here we _ _ _ _ go
_ [Em] I'm a good-looking widow, me one girl steer I've had four men already, as sure as I'm there
And it's me for another, my heart'll be sear For I'll get number five
_ _ _ _ _ Well you can, I'm good-looking and handsome and braw Although I'm a widow, that's nothing at all
If some bonnie laddie would tack me a waugh Then I'll be his bride [A] in the [Gm] _ [C] _ morn
Well the first man I hate was a tailor called John Oh he was a toff and a swell and a don
And he had a wart where his collar gait on That he used as a stud in the morn
_ _ Well the next man I hate was a baker t' trade Oh he was a loafer and very low-braid
And half say fond o' his bed for he wouldn't arrive _ _ _ _ Number three, what was he?
Oh he was a man
Though so fond o' me, [E] but mere fond o' a dram And her married life didn't last very long
So I got another
_ _ _ The fourth man I hate, a night watchman was he Who I sleep at a' day, but never with me
I was just as real single, I wished he would dee I never [G] come home in the morn
_ [A] _ _
Well you can, I'm good-looking and handsome and braw Although I'm a widow, that's nothing at all
If some bonny laddie would tack me a waugh Then I'll be his [Ab] bride in the morn
[F] _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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