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The Month of January

A song in the key of Dmix

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Sheet Music for "The Month of January"The Month of Januarysong= 12045020400545405450500232040323532004505023204032353200450545020004540545050It was in the month of January, all in the frost and snowWhen through the hills and valleys my true love she did goIt was there I spied a pretty young girl with the salt tear in her eyeShe held a baby in her ar-ms and bitterly she did cry.Saying "Cruel was my father, who barred the door on meAnd cruel was my mother, a dreadful crime to see.Cruel was my own true love, who changed his love for goldAnd cruel were the wintery winds that pierced my heart with cold."For the taller that a pine tree grows the sweeter is the barkAnd the fairer that a young man speaks, the falser is his heartFor he'll kiss you and caress you till they think they have you wonThen they'll go away and leave you all for some other one.So come all you pretty fair young maids a warning take by meAnd never try and build your nest on top of any tall treeFor the green leaves they will wither and the roots will decayAnd the blushes of a false young man will soon all fade away.Version 2:It was in the month of January, the hills were clad in snowWhen over hills and valleys my true love he did goIt was there I spied a pretty fair maid with a salt tear in her eyeShe had a baby in her arms and bitter she did cry."Oh cruel was my father, that barred the door on meAnd cruel was my mother, this dreadful crime to seeCruel was my own true love, to change his mind for goldAnd cruel was that winter's night that pierced my heart with cold."For the taller that the palm tree grows the sweeter is the barkAnd the fairer that a young man speaks, the falser is his heartHe will kiss you and embrace you till he thinks he has you wonThen he'll go away and leave you all for some other one.Now all you pretty fair maids a warning take by meAnd never try to build your nest on top of a high treeFor the leaves they will all wither and the branches will decayAnd the beauties of a false young man will all soon fade away.Transcription: id:hn-song-130
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Abc notation for The Month of January
X:2302 T:Month of January, The R:song Z:id:hn-song-130 M:3/4 L:1/8 Q:1/4=120 K:Dmix
FG | A4 B2 | (A3 F) D2 | (A3 G) F2 | (G2 F2) D2 | (C3 B,) C2 | D4 C2 | D6- | D4 (AB) | c4 B2 | (A3 F) D2 | (c3 B c2) | d4 (cB) | A4 D2 | (F3 G) A2 | G6- | G4 AB | c4 B2 | (A3 F) D2 | c B3 c2 | d4 (cB) | A4 D2 | (F3 G) A2 | G6- | G4 (FG) | A4 B2 | A4 D2 | A4 F2 | G2 F2 D2 | C2 B,2 C2 | D4 C2 | D6- | D4 || W:It was in the month of January, all in the frost and snow W:When through the hills and valleys my true love she did go W:It was there I spied a pretty young girl with the salt tear in her eye W:She held a baby in her ar-ms and bitterly she did cry. W: W:Saying "Cruel was my father, who barred the door on me W:And cruel was my mother, a dreadful crime to see. W:Cruel was my own true love, who changed his love for gold W:And cruel were the wintery winds that pierced my heart with cold." W: W:For the taller that a pine tree grows the sweeter is the bark W:And the fairer that a young man speaks, the falser is his heart W:For he'll kiss you and caress you till they think they have you won W:Then they'll go away and leave you all for some other one. W: W:So come all you pretty fair young maids a warning take by me W:And never try and build your nest on top of any tall tree W:For the green leaves they will wither and the roots will decay W:And the blushes of a false young man will soon all fade away. W: W:Version 2: W: W:It was in the month of January, the hills were clad in snow W:When over hills and valleys my true love he did go W:It was there I spied a pretty fair maid with a salt tear in her eye W:She had a baby in her arms and bitter she did cry. W: W:"Oh cruel was my father, that barred the door on me W:And cruel was my mother, this dreadful crime to see W:Cruel was my own true love, to change his mind for gold W:And cruel was that winter's night that pierced my heart with cold." W: W:For the taller that the palm tree grows the sweeter is the bark W:And the fairer that a young man speaks, the falser is his heart W:He will kiss you and embrace you till he thinks he has you won W:Then he'll go away and leave you all for some other one. W: W:Now all you pretty fair maids a warning take by me W:And never try to build your nest on top of a high tree W:For the leaves they will all wither and the branches will decay W:And the beauties of a false young man will all soon fade away.
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