[ Предположительная тональность: E ] weaseldog2001@yahoo.com Maid In The Calico Dress Henry Nutter E A C#m A E A [E]In flowery [A]July, neath [C#m]Comrose proud [A]heights As the [E]plovers come [A]down from moor [E]end And southward the [A]cuckoo is [C#m]taking his [A]flight And the [E]corncrakes are [A]deep in the [E]grass The [A]swallow and [C#m]swift were [A]aloft in the [C#m]air And the [A]starling was feeding her [Abm]young The [A]milkmaid was [C#m]tending her [A]cattle with [Abm]care And the [A]haymakers che-[Abm]eri-[A]ly [E]sung Chorus: Oh [A]ladies of [C#m]Dublin in [A]satin or [E]silk Are [A]pretty I [C#m]clearly [Abm]confess Oh but [E]give me the [A]maid Who is [C#m]neatly ar-[A]rayed In A [E]beautiful [A]calico [E]dress You may talk of the Italia ladies in vain Or the maidens of France or Peru You may worship the languishing beauties of spain Or the blushing Carpathians too But the one that I love, has the eyes like the sloe And her cheeks are like roses in June How graceful she slips, as she trips like the doe And her ruby red lips are in tune Chorus If fortune or friendship compels me to roam Or a thirst for some changes constrain I'd still call the banks of old Muenster me home And I'd sing of it's praises again Sweet gardens of roses or our cultured bowers Would delight a poor soul to possess But give me old Comrose, bedecked with wild flowers And the maid in the calico dress "The Maid In The Calico Dress This delightful song has evolved through a circuitous route that spans many years. It a poem first, written by Henry Nutter, who came from Lancashire, in the nineteenth It endured the years and cultural changes, until it was recently set to music by Gerry from Oldham, Lanes, from whose singing I learned it. It's a lovely landscape of the between a man and his woman, which I have set on the graceful slopes of the Comeragh in the County Waterford." - Danny Doyle