Fiddle And Bow

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[Verse]

      Bm             D            
O my name is William MacDonnell, I
       G                  D
 have come across the sea
   G                      D      
I am no handsome man of wealth, 
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nor do I plan to be
      G              D            
But I've a treasure fit for kings,
         G                A
 and beggars all the same
     G                             
And she comes with me wherever I 
                           Bm
go, sometimes she calls my name

 A     D                      
My father worked his life away, 
    G                Bm
diggin' for the coal
           G                    Bm
To the central lowlands every day,
        G               A
 with shovel he would go
         G                   Bm   
And he left for me the only thing,
     G                 A
 he felt he had twas fine
           G                       
It is my pride and joy, it's yours 
                   Bm             A
now boy read the note he left behind


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[Chorus]

     D               Bm           
No apple falls far from a tree, 
     G                Bm          D
now I pass this fiddle down to thee
   G                D             
Hold it near your heart and soul, 
     Em                  A
and let your passions guide your bow
      G              D            
And when the music sweet does 
        G            Bm
play, know I'll be not far away
           C                     
Though my body lies down with the 
             Em            A
coal, my spirit lies for you to hold
                  G    D G A
In the fiddle and bow


[Verse]

          Bm             D        
So with fiddle strapped upon my 
                 G            Bm
back I set out to see new lands
        G                Bm       
I have lived a wild and rovin' 
      G                 A
life, played to meek and grand
         G                Bm      
And to all I played with all I had
        G                A
 and I could not help believe
          G                     
When I'd draw the bow across the 
                                Bm 
strings, somehow I'd set him free
  A



[Lead]
D G D G D Em A D G Bm C A


[Chorus]

     D               Bm           
No apple falls far from a tree, 
     G                Bm          D
now I pass this fiddle down to thee
   G                D             
Hold it near your heart and soul, 
     Em                  A
and let your passions guide your bow
      G              D            
And when the music sweet does 
        G            Bm
play, know I'll be not far away
           C                     
Though my body lies down with the 
             Em            A
coal, my spirit lies for you to hold
                  G    D G D G D
In the fiddle and bow