August 1914 By Isaac Rosenburg Lyrics & Chords By Show Of Hands

It was in the rainy season, waiting for the train, Leaving in the afternoon, all on your own again. Do you really understand it, can you tell me why it is this way? Sad lady, at...read more

Walking down the road With no blade in your hand Johnny you're too bad, that's what they say Walking down the road With a blade in your waist Oh Johnny you're too bad,...read more

Fifty-six I sailed on board A ship called Byron One She's carried trawler men on deck And a harpoon whaling gun Oh you trawler men, come on Forget your snapper and your...read more

One evening fair I took the air Down by Blackwater side 'Twas gazing all around me When the Irish lad I spied All through the first part of that night We did lie in sport...read more

If you had seen my Charlie at the head of an army He was a gallant sight to behold With his fine tartan hose on his bonnie round leg And his buckles all pure shining gold The...read more