http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jim_McCann_(musician)
Being a Dub meself, I have a fondness for auld Dublin tunes
This is the Jim McCann version, without the picked intro,
working out the intro is great practice.
Also, to keep with the Dublin accent, Easy is pronounced
to rhyme with daisy, aisy and slow
if you like it
RATE IT PLEASE
flatwound
EASY AND SLOW
T'was d[C]own by Chris[Dm]tchurch, That I f[Am]irst met with A[Em]nnie
A ge[C]ntle young ma[Am]iden, And [Dm]not a bit s[G]hy
She t[C]old me her d[Dm]addy, Who c[Am]ame from Dung[Em]annon
Would t[C]ake her back [Am]home, In the s[Dm]weet bye a[G]nd b[C]ye
And w[Am]hat's it to any man, Wh[Em]ether or no
Wh[Am]ether I'm easy, Or wh[Dm]ether I'm t[G]rue
As she li[Am]fted her petticoat, E[Em]asy and slow
And I t[C]ied up my sl[Am]eeve, For to b[G]uckle her s[C]hoe
If e[C]ver you [Dm]go, To the t[Am]own of Dunga[Em]nnon
You may se[C]arch 'Till your e[Am]yes, They are e[Dm]mpty and bl[G]ind
Be ya wa[C]lkin' or r[Dm]unnin, Or si[Am]ttin' or st[Em]andin'
A g[C]irl like A[Am]nnie, You n[Dm]ever w[G]ill f[C]ind
And w[Am]hat's it to any man, Wh[Em]ether or no
W[Am]hether I'm easy, Or wh[Dm]ether I'm t[G]rue
As she li[Am]fted her petticoat, E[Em]asy and slow
And I t[C]ied up my sl[Am]eeve, For to bu[G]ckle her s[C]hoe
D[C]own along T[Dm]homas Street, D[Am]own to the L[Em]iffy
The sun[C]shine was g[Am]one, And the e[Dm]vening grew d[G]ark
Al[C]ong by King's Br[Dm]idge, And b'[Am]God in a j[Em]iffy
Me a[C]rms were ar[Am]ound her, Be[Dm]yond in t[G]he p[C]ark
And w[Am]hat's it to any man, Wh[Em]ether or no
W[Am]hether I'm easy, Or wh[Dm]ether I'm t[G]rue
As she l[Am]ifted her petticoat, E[Em]asy and slow
And I t[C]ied up my sl[Am]eeve, For to b[G]uckle her s[C]hoe
Being a Dub meself, I have a fondness for auld Dublin tunes
This is the Jim McCann version, without the picked intro,
working out the intro is great practice.
Also, to keep with the Dublin accent, Easy is pronounced
to rhyme with daisy, aisy and slow
if you like it
RATE IT PLEASE
flatwound
EASY AND SLOW
T'was d[C]own by Chris[Dm]tchurch, That I f[Am]irst met with A[Em]nnie
A ge[C]ntle young ma[Am]iden, And [Dm]not a bit s[G]hy
She t[C]old me her d[Dm]addy, Who c[Am]ame from Dung[Em]annon
Would t[C]ake her back [Am]home, In the s[Dm]weet bye a[G]nd b[C]ye
And w[Am]hat's it to any man, Wh[Em]ether or no
Wh[Am]ether I'm easy, Or wh[Dm]ether I'm t[G]rue
As she li[Am]fted her petticoat, E[Em]asy and slow
And I t[C]ied up my sl[Am]eeve, For to b[G]uckle her s[C]hoe
If e[C]ver you [Dm]go, To the t[Am]own of Dunga[Em]nnon
You may se[C]arch 'Till your e[Am]yes, They are e[Dm]mpty and bl[G]ind
Be ya wa[C]lkin' or r[Dm]unnin, Or si[Am]ttin' or st[Em]andin'
A g[C]irl like A[Am]nnie, You n[Dm]ever w[G]ill f[C]ind
And w[Am]hat's it to any man, Wh[Em]ether or no
W[Am]hether I'm easy, Or wh[Dm]ether I'm t[G]rue
As she li[Am]fted her petticoat, E[Em]asy and slow
And I t[C]ied up my sl[Am]eeve, For to bu[G]ckle her s[C]hoe
D[C]own along T[Dm]homas Street, D[Am]own to the L[Em]iffy
The sun[C]shine was g[Am]one, And the e[Dm]vening grew d[G]ark
Al[C]ong by King's Br[Dm]idge, And b'[Am]God in a j[Em]iffy
Me a[C]rms were ar[Am]ound her, Be[Dm]yond in t[G]he p[C]ark
And w[Am]hat's it to any man, Wh[Em]ether or no
W[Am]hether I'm easy, Or wh[Dm]ether I'm t[G]rue
As she l[Am]ifted her petticoat, E[Em]asy and slow
And I t[C]ied up my sl[Am]eeve, For to b[G]uckle her s[C]hoe
