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10 Apr 08 - 05:32 AM (#2311877) Subject: Lyr Req: prody dogs and papes From: goatfell I'm looking for the words to a song called Prody Dogs and Papes, which was written by Alistair Hulet, and was recored by him and Mike West. so if anyone could help thank you |
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10 Apr 08 - 06:20 AM (#2311903) Subject: Lyr/Chords Add: AMONG PRODDY DOGS AND PAPES From: John MacKenzie AMONG PRODDY DOGS AND PAPES Word and music by Alistair Hulett (Pub. AMCOS) Written in Australia remembering the Glasgow I'd left behind in the 1960s. Sectarianism is a blight on the working class that keeps us divided against each other and thus much easier to keep in our place. Divide and rule is as simple as it is effective and it's been good to return to Scotland and find this particular form of it under attack from those who most need to be rid of it. I've recorded this song twice, once in an acoustic line-up of Roaring Jack and friends, then later with Dave Swarbrick. There are also a few bootlegs of the celtabilly version I used to do with the full electric Roaring Jack ensemble floating about the place too. This is a composite of the bits I like best from each of them. D A D As a child I was raised on salted oats G A D And tales of the savage past D G A I learned to love the drifting rain D A And winter's icy blast D G D And all day long on the Holy Isle G A Far out in Lamlash Bay A D G A I walked the hills in creaking shoes D G D Where the bones of the old ones lay G D And at night the head of Wallace bled G D A On solemn floral drapes A D G A And the flower of Scotland bloomed again D G D Among Proddy dogs and Papes I was taught in school how Britannia's rule Was forced on the Scots of old Bought and sold by a parcel of rogues For a handful of English gold Till our fate was sealed on Culloden field When the blood of the clans ran down Through the twisted sea of history To the streets of Glasgow town Where at night the head… On the long summer nights when the northern lights Burned the sky like acetylene The prods and tykes they fought on the dykes That ran round the housing scheme With sticks and stones we broke our bones For the sake of the good old cause That has kept our country bound and chained Under English laws But at night the head… And the old men lilt how the blood was spilt On the banks of the river Boyne Three hundred years of hate and fear Clutched like a miser's coin And at Ibrox and at Parkhead too On the first day of the year See full-grown men drag it all out again While the fans on the terraces cheer And at night the head… Chord Chart Verse: D / A / I D / / / I G / A / I D / / / I D / / / I G / A / I D / / / I A / / / I D / / / I G / D / I G / / / I A / / / I A / D / I G / A / I D / G / I D / / / I Chorus: G / / / I D / / / I G / D / I A / / / I A / D / I G / A / I D / G / I D / / / I Tag: D / / / I D / / / I D 7 / / / I D7 / / / I Instrumental: A / / / I D / / / I G / D / I G / A / I A / D / I G / A / I D / G / I D / / / I Playing Tips The version on Dance Of The Underclass was played with the acoustic guitar tuned to DADGAD, but on the recording with Dave Swarbrick (The Cold Grey Light Of Dawn) I used DADEAB. I'm making a point of showing all these chord charts either for DADGAD or standard tuning. That's simply because DADEAB is versatile, in that you can play in several keys with it, but it's a bit complicated to use or explain. This song is basically a three-chord trick and the chords in DADGAD are D (000200) Gsus2 (550000) and A (X02202). Note that I use Gsus2 instead of G most of the time. It's easier to do than G and sounds nice. Essentially, this is just the DADEAB arrangement shifted into DADGAD. For the Tag I use the following inversions of D – 090700, 0120II00 and also D7 – 030200. Note that the tag comes in right off the last bar of the chorus. The instrumental tune is played using single notes backed up with occasional bass strings for support, but the chords I've shown above are the basis of it. Just use the Tag every time if you find you can't figure out the notes you need to pick out the tune. I do this one with a flat pick by the way Alistair himself singing it. G |
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10 Apr 08 - 10:23 AM (#2312036) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: prody dogs and papes From: goatfell Thanks |