Chords for Tony McManus concert part 4
Tempo:
124.25 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
Db
Eb
F
Abm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

Jam Along & Learn...
I guess if you're going to capo up a guitar this high,
mandolin.
You make mandolins, Michael?
Well, one of the biggest dates of the Scottish calendar
is Burns Night.
So I was in Glasgow and celebrated Burns Night
by going [Dbm] to Burns Night, Robert Burns, our national [Fm] bar.
celebrated by going out for an Indian meal with my [Db] brother
mandolin.
You make mandolins, Michael?
Well, one of the biggest dates of the Scottish calendar
is Burns Night.
So I was in Glasgow and celebrated Burns Night
by going [Dbm] to Burns Night, Robert Burns, our national [Fm] bar.
celebrated by going out for an Indian meal with my [Db] brother
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Ab
Db
Eb
F
Abm
Ab
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Eb
_ _ _ _ _ _ I guess if you're going to capo up a guitar this high,
you could exercise your option to get a mandolin.
_ [Eb] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
You make mandolins, Michael?
_ _ _ _ [Abm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, one of the biggest dates of the Scottish calendar _ _ _
_ _ _ is Burns Night. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ So I was in Glasgow and celebrated Burns Night _
_ _ by going [Dbm] to Burns Night, Robert Burns, our national [Fm] bar.
_ _ _ [Ab] _ So I celebrated by going out for an Indian meal with my [Db] brother
and my sister _ _ [Ab] _
to a great Indian restaurant
at Charing Cross in Glasgow called Mr. _ _
[Db] Singh's.
_ The [Ab] waiters all wear kilts.
_ And there on the menu [Gm] is haggis [Eb] pakora. _ _ _ _ _
It's phenomenal.
[Ab] _ _ _ Scottish cuisine, it's to die from.
[Abm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ So I'm ashamed to say I was at my very first [Fm] Burns supper
_ only a few years ago.
And it [F] was in the town of _ Bellingham.
It's just outside Seattle.
_ _ [Ab] And the address to the haggis, [Abm] this
is a very important part of the proceedings,
is a poem that Burns wrote called
[E] The Address to the Haggis.
_ [Db] And it has to [E] be read just before the haggis [D] is
stabbed [Db] and served. _
And [Eb] the address in this particular one
was delivered in great style by the local mayor, _ a man called
Sky [E] Rickenderfer, _ _ [F] one of the North Uist [Ab] Rickenderfers.
_ _ But I was sitting, smiling away to myself, _ _ recalling a story.
[Abm] It's a true story.
_ My friend Gary West [Db] in Edinburgh,
who's a great historian and piper, actually,
Dr.
Gary West, _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ was doing a Burns supper [Db] in Germany. _
And there was a [Eb] linguistic scholar
in the audience who [Ab] wanted _ _ [F] the language of Robert Burns
translated, _ not into modern German,
but into the equivalent era, into old high German,
the language of Goethe and [Bbm] Schiller.
_ So this was done. _
God alone knows by whom, but it was done.
_ [Ab] And Gary had it translated back into [Dbm] English,
just to see what [Ab] happened.
_ _ So the first two lines of the poem,
in the original 17th century Scots,
Lowland Scots, or Lowlands as it's known,
_ the two lines that open it are,
fair for your honest [Db] sansy face,
great chieftain of the purrin race.
This is someone talking to a haggis, by the way.
Fair for your honest sansy face.
Those two lines became, in [F] translation, _
[Ab] behold your magnificent countenance,
dictator of the sausage people. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Db] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ [Fm] _
_ _ _ _ It's hard [G] to imagine more violence [F] done to the words.
But more than [Ab] that, _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ he was very fond of the ladies
and very fond [F] of an adult beverage from [Db] time to time.
[Ab] _ _
_ [Db] _ [Eb] _ _ _ Okay, I know where he's coming from.
And this song references [Ab] both. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Yesterday I [F] had a pint of wine,
[Db] a [Ab] place where [Db] bodies _ [Eb] sauna.
_ Yesterday on this [Ab] priest of mine,
the garden larks, [Eb] oh ah.
[Ab] _ _ _ The hungry Jew in wilderness,
_ _ rejoicing [Db] at his [Eb] manner,
_ [Ab] had nothing to my any bliss,
upon the [Eb] lips, oh ah. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ Ye [F] monarchs, tag the east [Ab] and west, _
reinduce [Db] taste of _ vanity.
Gave me within thy straining grasp,
the melting [Eb] form of ad.
[Ab] _ _ _
Then I'll [Db] despise [Eb] imperial charms,
[Ab] an empress or _ sultana.
While dying raptures in her arms,
we give [Eb] and take, we add.
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Db] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Db] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Oh, what a flaunting [F]
autumn [Ab] day,
oh, what a pale [Db]
Diana.
[Ab] _ _ Elks, targe, hide thy twinkling ray,
when I'm to meet my ca.
_ _ _ _ Come, thy brave and plumage night,
_ sun, moon and [Db] stars withdraw.
[Ab] _ _ And bring an angel pen to write,
my _ transports with my ca. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
The Kirk and stage may join and tell,
to do such things [Db] I'm [Ab] on. _
The Kirk and stage may gang to hell,
and I'll go to [Eb] my ca.
_ [Ab] _ _
_ She is the sunshine of mine,
to live but her I [Eb] can.
_ [Ab] I die on earth but wishest thee,
the first should be my ca.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
you could exercise your option to get a mandolin.
_ [Eb] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
You make mandolins, Michael?
_ _ _ _ [Abm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, one of the biggest dates of the Scottish calendar _ _ _
_ _ _ is Burns Night. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ So I was in Glasgow and celebrated Burns Night _
_ _ by going [Dbm] to Burns Night, Robert Burns, our national [Fm] bar.
_ _ _ [Ab] _ So I celebrated by going out for an Indian meal with my [Db] brother
and my sister _ _ [Ab] _
to a great Indian restaurant
at Charing Cross in Glasgow called Mr. _ _
[Db] Singh's.
_ The [Ab] waiters all wear kilts.
_ And there on the menu [Gm] is haggis [Eb] pakora. _ _ _ _ _
It's phenomenal.
[Ab] _ _ _ Scottish cuisine, it's to die from.
[Abm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ So I'm ashamed to say I was at my very first [Fm] Burns supper
_ only a few years ago.
And it [F] was in the town of _ Bellingham.
It's just outside Seattle.
_ _ [Ab] And the address to the haggis, [Abm] this
is a very important part of the proceedings,
is a poem that Burns wrote called
[E] The Address to the Haggis.
_ [Db] And it has to [E] be read just before the haggis [D] is
stabbed [Db] and served. _
And [Eb] the address in this particular one
was delivered in great style by the local mayor, _ a man called
Sky [E] Rickenderfer, _ _ [F] one of the North Uist [Ab] Rickenderfers.
_ _ But I was sitting, smiling away to myself, _ _ recalling a story.
[Abm] It's a true story.
_ My friend Gary West [Db] in Edinburgh,
who's a great historian and piper, actually,
Dr.
Gary West, _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ was doing a Burns supper [Db] in Germany. _
And there was a [Eb] linguistic scholar
in the audience who [Ab] wanted _ _ [F] the language of Robert Burns
translated, _ not into modern German,
but into the equivalent era, into old high German,
the language of Goethe and [Bbm] Schiller.
_ So this was done. _
God alone knows by whom, but it was done.
_ [Ab] And Gary had it translated back into [Dbm] English,
just to see what [Ab] happened.
_ _ So the first two lines of the poem,
in the original 17th century Scots,
Lowland Scots, or Lowlands as it's known,
_ the two lines that open it are,
fair for your honest [Db] sansy face,
great chieftain of the purrin race.
This is someone talking to a haggis, by the way.
Fair for your honest sansy face.
Those two lines became, in [F] translation, _
[Ab] behold your magnificent countenance,
dictator of the sausage people. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Db] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ [Fm] _
_ _ _ _ It's hard [G] to imagine more violence [F] done to the words.
But more than [Ab] that, _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ he was very fond of the ladies
and very fond [F] of an adult beverage from [Db] time to time.
[Ab] _ _
_ [Db] _ [Eb] _ _ _ Okay, I know where he's coming from.
And this song references [Ab] both. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Yesterday I [F] had a pint of wine,
[Db] a [Ab] place where [Db] bodies _ [Eb] sauna.
_ Yesterday on this [Ab] priest of mine,
the garden larks, [Eb] oh ah.
[Ab] _ _ _ The hungry Jew in wilderness,
_ _ rejoicing [Db] at his [Eb] manner,
_ [Ab] had nothing to my any bliss,
upon the [Eb] lips, oh ah. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ Ye [F] monarchs, tag the east [Ab] and west, _
reinduce [Db] taste of _ vanity.
Gave me within thy straining grasp,
the melting [Eb] form of ad.
[Ab] _ _ _
Then I'll [Db] despise [Eb] imperial charms,
[Ab] an empress or _ sultana.
While dying raptures in her arms,
we give [Eb] and take, we add.
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Db] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Db] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Oh, what a flaunting [F]
autumn [Ab] day,
oh, what a pale [Db]
Diana.
[Ab] _ _ Elks, targe, hide thy twinkling ray,
when I'm to meet my ca.
_ _ _ _ Come, thy brave and plumage night,
_ sun, moon and [Db] stars withdraw.
[Ab] _ _ And bring an angel pen to write,
my _ transports with my ca. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
The Kirk and stage may join and tell,
to do such things [Db] I'm [Ab] on. _
The Kirk and stage may gang to hell,
and I'll go to [Eb] my ca.
_ [Ab] _ _
_ She is the sunshine of mine,
to live but her I [Eb] can.
_ [Ab] I die on earth but wishest thee,
the first should be my ca.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _