Hun misted’ den i nat på d'Angleterre

{t:Hun misted’ den i nat på d'Angleterre}

Den [G7]søde flinke pæne unge pige
Skal [C]ud til bal og danse let på tå
og [E7]moderen siger åh Minnie jeg vil [Am]sige
at [D7] du skal passe meget meget [G7]på

Men hun [G7]misted' den i nat på d'Angleterre
På [C]trods af morens mange gode [A]råd
der [F]ikke mange [F#dim]voksne piger de[C]sværre [A7]
der [D7]nu om dage [G]ejer sådan [C]noget

Hun [G7]misted’ den i nat på d'Angleterre
De [C]søgte bagved hvert et sengeben
der [E7]findes mange lumske unge [Am]herrer
der [D7]godt kan li at snuppe sådan [G7]en

Så [G7]fandt de en i et hjørne af salonen
og [C]inspektøren ånded’ lettet [A]op
den [F]lignede godt nok [F#dim]Minnies på fa[C]cone[A7]n
men [D7]var for stor til [G]Minnies spæde [C]krop

Hun [G7]misted’ den i nat på d'Angleterre
Hvor[C]dan og hvor det spurgte alle om
men [E7]Minnie huskede ikke klart des[Am]værre

hun [D7]vidste kun hun havde den da hun[G7] kom
De [G7]spurgte tjenerkarlene og kokken
por[C]tieren der var meget ele[A]gant
de [F]krydsforhørte [F#dim]faktisk hele [C]flokken[A7]
De [D7]sagde det - det er ikke [G]mig og det var [C]sandt

Hun [G7]misted’ den i nat på d'Angleterre
og [C]Minnies far og mor var ikke glad’
Ak [E7]Minnie det ku’ ikke være [Am]værre

det [D7]var jo dog den eneste du [G7]havde
De [G7]havde næsten opgivet al slags søgen
da [C]chefportieren værdigt bar den [A]ind
og så [F]sagde han med [F#dim]vink her er [C]Minnies fine [A7]mink

som hun [D7]troede hun havde [G]tabt på d'Angle[C]terre [A7]
som hun [D7]troede hun havde [G]tabt på d'Angle[C]terre

Hilsen til Forårssolen (1. vers med becifringer(

{t:Hilsen til Forårssolen}
{st:Poul Dissing}
{key:A}
{time:4/4}

Det er [A]for-år. [D]Al-ting [E]klip-pes [A]ned.
[A7]Der be-[D]skæ-res i bu-[E]skad-ser og bud-[A]getter.
Slut med [A]for-dums fe-de [D]ød-sel-[E]hed.
Vi be-[H7]gyn-der at træ-ne til ske-[E]let-ter.
Jeg blir [A]fem år [C#7]ældre ved
hvert [F#m]indgreb i min [D]pung,
men når [A]forårssolen [E]skinner,
[A]blir jeg ung!


Lad kun falde, hvad der knap kan stå ...
Men i så fald sku' jeg altid komme kryv'nde
hver gang Skatten gir sig til at flå
mine sidste mønter fra mig hver den tyv'nde-
Jeg blir tom i hjernen, træt og
tung i sjæl og krop,
men når forårssolen skinner
står jeg op!


Og jeg fægter med min sparekniv.
Men den skraber bare hult i sparegrisen.
Der er ikke meget tegn på liv.
Selv i vinter var der dog en ko på isen.
Jeg har længe næret en
istap ved min barm,
men når forårssolen skinner
blir jeg varm!


Solen skinner på fallittens rand.
Derfor denne dyrekøbte randbemærkning:
Der er caries i tidens tand.
Dens emalje trænger voldsomt til forstærkning!
Snart skal jeg og mine sidste
tænder skilles ad,
men når forårssolen skinner,
blir jeg glad!


Tag da kun min sidste spinkle mønt.
Livets sol er min den sidste del af livet,
for som solfanger er jeg nu begyndt
at forstå, at Alt og Intet er os givet.
Og engang går solen sin
runde uden mig,
men når forårssolen skinner,
lever jeg!

Help Yourself

{title:Help Yourself}
{subtitle:}

Tom Jones - Help Yourself
Intro - Eb Dur
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[Eb] Love is like candy
on a shelf.
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You want to taste,
then help yourself.
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The sweetest things
are there for you,
[Eb] help yourself, [Bb]take a few,
[Eb] that's what I [Bb]want to do.
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[Eb] We're always told repeatedly.
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The very best
in life is free.
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And if you want
to proof it's true.
[Eb] Baby, I'm [Bb]telling you,
[Eb] this is what [Bb]you should do.
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Just help your[Eb]self
to my lips, [EbMaj6]to my arms.
[EbMaj7] Just say the word
[EbMaj6] and they are yours.
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[Bb] Just help yourself
to the love [Fmin7]in my heart.
[Bb] Your smile has
opened up the door.
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The greatest word
[Eb] that exists [EbMaj6]in the world
[EbMaj7] can never buy
[EbMaj6] what I can give.
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[Bb] Just help yourself
to my lips, [Fmin7]to my arms
[Bb] and then let's really
start to live.
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[E] E - Dur ----
My heart has love
enough for two.
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[E] More than enough
for me and you.
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[A] I'm rich with love,
a millionaire,
[E] I've so much, [B]it's unfair.
[E] Why don't you [B]take a share?
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Just help yourself
[E] to my lips, [EMaj6]to my arms.
[EMaj7] Just say the word
[EMaj6] and they are yours.
[F#min7] ---- ---- ---- ----
[B] Just help yourself
to the love [F#min7]in my heart.
[B] Your smile has
opened up the door.
[E] ---- ---- ---- ----
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The greatest word
[E] that exists [EMaj6]in the world
[EMaj7] can never buy
[EMaj6] what I can give.
[F#min7] ---- ---- ---- ----
[B] Just help yourself
to my lips, [F#min7]to my arms
[B] and then let's really
start to live.
[E] ---- ---- ---- ----
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Just help yourself
[E] to my lips, [EMaj6]to my arms.
[EMaj7] Just say the word
[EMaj6] and they are yours.
[F#min7] ---- ---- ---- ----
[B] Just help yourself
to the love [F#min7]in my heart.
[B] Your smile has
opened up the door.
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Heartaches by the number

{st: Heartaches by the number }

[A] Heartache number one was when you - [D] left me
I [E] never knew that I'd could hurt this [A] way
And heartache number two was when you - [D] come back again
[E] You came back and never meant to [A] stay.

CHORUS
Now, I've got
[A] Heartaches by the number [D] troubles by the score
[E] Every day you love me less each day I love you [A] more


Yes, I've got
[A] Heartaches by the number, a [D] love that I can't win
But the [E] day that I stop counting that's the day my world will [A] end.


H[E]eartache number three was when you - [D]called me
And said that you was coming back to [A]stay
With hopeful heart I waited for your - [D]knock on the door
I [E]waited but you must have lost your [A]way.

CHORUS

[A] Heartaches by the number [D] troubles by the score
[E] Every day you love me less each day I love you [A] more

Yes, I've got
[A] Heartaches by the number, a [D] love that I can't win
But the [E]day that I stop counting that's the day my world will [A] end

Hot Asphalt

{t:Hot Asphalt}
{st:The Dubliners}
#Irish Traditional arranged by Dubliners
# (I play chords in a 2/4 rhythm: 1(down) 2(down'n'up) )
Good [Em]evening all my jolly lads, I'm [G]glad to find you [D]well,
If you'll g[Em]ather all around me now the st[D]ory I will tell,
For I've g[Em]ot a situation and beg[G]orrah and beg[D]ob,
I can wh[Em]isper all the weekly w[D]age of n[Em]ineteen bob.
'Tis tw[G]elve months come October since I l[G]eft me native home,
After h[Em]elping the Killarney boys to br[D]ing the harvest down.
But n[Em]ow I wear the geansai and ar[G]ound me waist a b[D]elt.
I'm the g[Em]affer of the squad that m[D]akes the h[Em]ot asphalt.
{c:CHORUS:}
    Well, we l[G]aid it in a hollows and we l[G]aid it in the flat.
    And if it d[Em]oesn't last forever sure I sw[D]ear I'll eat me hat,
    Well, I've w[Em]andered up and down the world and s[G]ure I never f[D]elt
    any s[Em]urface that was equal t[D]o the h[Em]ot asphalt.
The other night a copper comes and he says to me: "McGuire,
Would you kindly let me light me pipe down at your boiler fire?"
And he planks himself right down in front, with hobnails up, till late,
And says I: "Me decent man, you'd better go and find your bate!"
He ups and yells, "I'm down on you I'm up to all yer pranks,
Don't I know you for a traitor from the Tipperary ranks?"
Boys I hit straight from the shoulder and I gave him such a belt
That I knocked him into the boiler full of hot asphalt.
{c:CHORUS}
We quickly dragged him out again and we threw him in the tub,
And with soap and warm water we began to rub and scrub,
But devil the thing, it hardened and it turned him hard as stone
And with every other rub sure you could hear the copper groan.
"I'm thinking", says O'Reilly, "that he's lookin' like Ould Nick,
And burn me if I am not inclined to claim him with me pick."
"Now", says I, "it would be 'asier to boil him till he melts,
and to stir him nice and 'asy in the hot asphalt."
{c:CHORUS}
You may talk about yer sailorlads, ballad singers and the rest,
Your shoemakers and your tailors but we please the ladies best.
The only ones who know the way their flinty hearts to melt
are the lads around the boiler making hot asphalt.
With rubbing and with scrubbing sure I caught me death of cold,
and for scientific purposes me body it was sold,
In the Kelvingrove museum me boys, I'm hangin' in me pelt,
As a monument to the Irish mixing hot asphalt!
{c:CHORUS}

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