Eyolf Østrem

[instr. verse]

Em                     Am
 All ye brave huntsmen   who follow the gun
Em                           B7
 Beware of a-shooting at the setting of the sun
        Em                              Am
For her true love went a-huntin' and he   shot in the dark
    Em                B7             Em
But oh and alas Polly Vaughn was his mark.

            G                                             B7
She had her apron wrapped about her and he took her for a swan
Em                   B7         Em
Oh and alas - it was she, Polly Vaughn

G                                   C               (C  D)
People that are sad, sometimes they wear a frown
G                                         C
People that are kings, sometimes they wear a crown
        G
But the people that don't fit
        D
Get the only fun they get
                      G              C/g
[from] People putting people down
               G
People putting people down

You may lose your life, you may lose your family
You may lose your mind, just to keep your sanity
But the people that don't fit,
the only fun they get:
People puttin' people down

             C                  (Csus4-C)
Oh well, I'm tired and so weary,
      F           C
But I must travel on
         C              D7        G       C/g  G
Till the lord comes and takes me away,
         C
Well the morning's so bright
        F        C
And the lamp is alight
        C                  G            C       Csus4 C
And the night, night is as black as the sea *)

              F
There will be peace in the valley
    C
for me, one of these days
              C                   D7
There will be peace, peace in the valley

C                            G
Livin' on the edge my friend is bound to make you [rock a few]
F                                       C                  G
Now your [breath] is hard as iron, your breath is sweet as kerosene
F                              C               F
You was your momma's only boy, favorite one it seems
C                     F           G       F              Am
Began to cry when you said, "good-bye",*) sank into your dreams.

Pancho was a bandit, boys, [his horse fast] and his hands were free

G       C             G
Pass me not, O gentle Savior,
D              G
Hear my humble cry
G        C               G
While on others Thou art calling,
D              G
Do not pass me by

G       C
Savior, Savior,
G              D
Hear my humble cry
G        C               G
While on others Thou art calling,
D              G
Do not pass me by

Place me at Thy throne of mercy
Find my sweet relief.
While I kneel in deep contrition
Help my unbelief

Savior, Savior,
Hear my humble cry

D              Bm
 Tell me the   story now
 Now that it's over
 Wrap it in    glory
 For one Irish Rover


Tell me you're wiser now
Tell me you're older
Wrap it in glory
For one Irish Rover

           G(add9)                A
I can tell   by the light in your eye, That you're
            D
so far away
G                            A
 Just like a ship out on the sea without a sail,
                   D         A     Asus4  A
Baby, you've gone astray

Tell me the facts real straight
Don't make me over
Wrap it in glory

[intro]

  F (mixed with Fmaj7)                                  D                 Dsus4-D Dsus2-D
  :   .   .   .     :   .   .   .     :   .   .   .     :   .   .   .     :   .   .   .
|-1---------------|-----------------|-----------------|-2-------2-------|-3-2-----0-2-----|
|-1-------1-------|-----------------|-----------------|-3-------3-------|-3-3-----3-3-----|
|-2---0h2----- etc in a similar ----|-----------------|-2-------2-------|-2-2-----2-2-----|
|-3----------- fashion          ----|-----------------|-0---------------|-----------------|

Acoustic Take

A                                           E    [Lick 1]
I've spent a lifetime, making up my mind to be
E (4th pos)                                          A (5th) [Lick 2]
More than the measure of what I thought others could see
A                                                D/f# [Lick 3]
Good luck and fast bucks are too far and too inbetween
E                                            A  [Lick 4]
Cadillac buyers and old five and dimers like me

lick 1:

G              C
Some old lady, in this town.
      G                D       G
Keeps telling all them lies on me.
G          G7            C
Wish to my soul that old lady would die.
     G                D       G
Stop telling all them lies on me.

D                    G
Oh babe, it ain't no lie.
B7                   C
Oh babe, it ain't no lie.
                     G
Oh babe, it ain't no lie.
            D              G
this life I lead is mighty high.

Been all around this whole wide world
Honey babe I just got back today
I've been saving all of my love for you

2000 version

The transcription below follows the version from Oslo, May 19, 2000, with a side-glance at Vienna, April 30, 1999.

Capo 1st fret (sounding key G major)
(this may seem awkward, but it is necessary to get the 0h2 hammer-on on the sixth string)

Intro: