Campfire Song Book

This is a song book for Guitar and Ukulele. I will keep adding songs, all are open source and

public domain works. If it matters, do your own research to make sure of public domain standing.

Get 7 Easy-Peasy Lessons

Oh! Susanna
Words and Music by Stephen Foster

VERSE 1

G
I came from Alabama,

             A7    D 

With my banjo on my knee,

    G 

I’m going to Louisiana,

           D7   G 

My true love for to see;

It rained all night the day I left,

        A7     D 

The weather it was dry,

G                     C#dim7 

The sun so hot I froze to death,

G D7 G
Susanna, don’t you cry.

C G D
Oh! Susanna, Oh don’t you cry for me,

    G                            D7    G 

I’ve come from Alabama With my banjo on my knee.

C G D
Oh! Susanna, Oh don’t you cry for me,

 G                               D7    G 

I’ve come from Alabama With my banjo on my knee.

VERSE 2

G
I jumped aboard the telegraph,

         A7       D 

And traveled down the river

 G 

The electric fluid magnified,

            D7      G 

And killed five hundred chigger

The bullgine bust, the horse ran off,

     A7          D 

I really thought I’d die;

G C#dim7
I shut my eyes to hold my breath,

G D7 G
Susanna, don’t you cry.

C G D
Oh! Susanna, Oh don’t you cry for me,

 G                               D7    G 

I’ve come from Alabama With my banjo on my knee.

C G D
Oh! Susanna, Oh don’t you cry for me,

 G                               D7    G 

I’ve come from Alabama With my banjo on my knee.

VERSE 3

G
I had a dream the other night

       A7        D 

When every thing was still,

G
I thought I saw Susanna

     D7       G 

A-coming down the hill;

The buckwheat cake was in her mouth,

         A7     D 

The tear was in her eye;

G C#dim7
I said, “I come from Dixieland,

G D7 G
Susanna, don’t you cry.”

C G D
Oh! Susanna, Oh don’t you cry for me,

 G                               D7    G 

I’ve come from Alabama With my banjo on my knee.

C G D
Oh! Susanna, Oh don’t you cry for me,

 G                               D7    G 

I’ve come from Alabama With my banjo on my knee.

Drunken Sailor

[Verse 1]
Em
What shall we do with the drunken sailor?
D
What shall we do with the drunken sailor?
Em
What shall we do with the drunken sailor?
Em D Em
Ear-ly in the morning

[Chorus]
Em
Hooray, and up she rises
D
Hooray, and up she rises
Em
Hooray, and up she rises
Em D Em
Ear-ly in the morning

[Verse 2]
Em
Put him in the long boat ’til he’s sober
D
Put him in the long boat ’til he’s sober
Em
Put him in the long boat ’til he’s sober
Em D Em
Ear-ly in the morning

[Chorus]
Em
Hooray, and up she rises
D
Hooray, and up she rises
Em
Hooray, and up she rises
Em D Em
Ear-ly in the morning

[Verse 3]
Em
Pull out the plug and wet him all over
D
Pull out the plug and wet him all over
Em
Pull out the plug and wet him all over
Em D Em
Ear-ly in the morning

[Chorus]
Em
Hooray, and up she rises
D
Hooray, and up she rises
Em
Hooray, and up she rises
Em D Em
Ear-ly in the morning

[Verse 4]
Em
Put him in the bilge and make him drink it
D
Put him in the bilge and make him drink it
Em
Put him in the bilge and make him drink it
Em D Em
Ear-ly in the morning

[Chorus]
Em
Hooray, and up she rises
D
Hooray, and up she rises
Em
Hooray, and up she rises
Em D Em
Ear-ly in the morning

[Verse 5]
Em
Put him in a leaky boat and make him bale her
D
Put him in a leaky boat and make him bale her
Em
Put him in a leaky boat and make him bale her
Em D Em
Ear-ly in the morning

[Chorus]
Em
Hooray, and up she rises
D
Hooray, and up she rises
Em
Hooray, and up she rises
Em D Em
Ear-ly in the morning

[Verse 6]
Em
Tie him to the scuppers with the hose pipe on him
D
Tie him to the scuppers with the hose pipe on him
Em
Tie him to the scuppers with the hose pipe on him
Em D Em
Ear-ly in the morning

[Chorus]
Em
Hooray, and up she rises
D
Hooray, and up she rises
Em
Hooray, and up she rises
Em D Em
Ear-ly in the morning

[Verse 7]
Em
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
D
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Em
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Em D Em
Ear-ly in the morning

[Chorus]
Em
Hooray, and up she rises
D
Hooray, and up she rises
Em
Hooray, and up she rises
Em D Em
Ear-ly in the morning

[Verse 8]
Em
Tie him to the topmast while she’s yardarm under
D
Tie him to the topmast while she’s yardarm under
Em
Tie him to the topmast while she’s yardarm under
Em D Em
Ear-ly in the morning

[Chorus]
Em
Hooray, and up she rises
D
Hooray, and up she rises
Em
Hooray, and up she rises
Em D Em
Ear-ly in the morning

[Verse 9]
Em
Heave him by the leg in a runnin’ bowline
D
Heave him by the leg in a runnin’ bowline
Em
Heave him by the leg in a runnin’ bowline
Em D Em
Ear-ly in the morning

[Chorus]
Em
Hooray, and up she rises
D
Hooray, and up she rises
Em
Hooray, and up she rises
Em D Em
Ear-ly in the morning

[Verse 10]
Em
Keel haul him ’til he’s sober
D
Keel haul him ’til he’s sober
Em
Keel haul him ’til he’s sober
Em D Em
Ear-ly in the morning

[Chorus]
Em
Hooray, and up she rises
D
Hooray, and up she rises
Em
Hooray, and up she rises
Em D Em
Ear-ly in the morning

[Verse 11]
Em
That’s what we do with the drunken sailor!
D
That’s what we do with the drunken sailor!
Em
That’s what we do with the drunken sailor!
Em D Em
Ear-ly in the morning

[Chorus]
Em
Hooray, and up she rises
D
Hooray, and up she rises
Em
Hooray, and up she rises
Em D Em
Ear-ly in the morning

Black Velvet Band

It was published as a broadside ballad by Swindells of Manchester

some time between 1796 and 1853, and by H. Such of London sometime

between 1863 and 1885.

[Am] [D] [G]
In a [G] neat little town they call Belfast,
apprenticed to [C] trade I was [D] bound,
[G] Many an hour sweet happiness
Have I [Am] spent in that [D] neat little [G] town.
‘Till a sad misfortune came o’er me,
and caused me to [C] stray from the [D] land.
Far a [G] way from my friends and relations,
Be-[Am]trayed by the [D] black velvet [G] band.

Her [G] eyes they shone like diamonds,
I thought her the [C] queen of the [D] land,
And her [G] hair hung over her shoulder,
Tied [Am] up with a [D] black velvet [G] band.

I [G] took a stroll down Broadway, meaning not [C] long for to [D] stay,
When [G] who should I meet but this pretty fair maid,
Come a [Am] traipsing a-[D]long the high-[G]way.
She was both fair and handsome, her neck it was [C] just like a [D] swan’s.
And her [G] hair hung over her shoulder,
Tied [Am] up with a [D] black velvet [G] band.

Her [G] eyes they shone like diamonds,
I thought her the [C] queen of the [D] land,
And her [G] hair hung over her shoulder,
Tied [Am] up with a [D] black velvet [G] band.

I [G] took a stroll with this pretty fair maid,
and a gentleman [C] passing us [D] by.
Well, I [G] knew she meant the doing of him,
By the [Am] look in her [D] roguish black [G] eye.
A gold watch she took from his pocket, and placed it right [C] into my [D] hand,
And the [G] very first thing that I said was:
“Bad [Am] ‘cess to the [D] black velvet [G] band”.

Her [G] eyes they shone like diamonds,
I thought her the [C] queen of the [D] land,
And her [G] hair hung over her shoulder,
Tied [Am] up with a [D] black velvet [G] band.

Be[G]fore the judge and the jury next morning I [C] had to ap-[D]pear.
The [G] judge he says to me, “Young fellow,
The [Am] case against [D] you is quite [G] clear.
Seven long years is your sentence, to be spent far a [C] way from this [D] land,
Far a-[G]way from your friends and relations,
Be-[Am]trayed by the [D] black velvet [G] band.

Her [G] eyes they shone like diamonds,
I thought her the [C] queen of the [D] land,
And her [G] hair hung over her shoulder,
Tied [Am] up with a [D] black velvet [G] band.

Amazing Grace

A-[D]mazing grace how [G] sweet the [D] sound
that saved a wretch like [A7] me.
I [D] once was lost, but [G] now am [D] found,
was blind but [A7] now I [D] see.

`Twas [D] grace that taught my [G] heart to [D] fear,
and grace my fears re-[A7]lieved.
How [D] precious did that [G] grace [D] appear,
the hour I [A7] first be-[D]lieved.

When [D] we’ve been there ten [G] thousand
[D] years bright shining as the [A7] sun
We’ve [D] no less days to [G] sing God’s [D] praise,
Than when we [A7] first be-[D]gun.

Through [D] many dangers, [G] toils and [D] snares,
I have already [A7] come.
`Tis [D] grace hath brought me [G] safe thus [D] far,
and grace will [A7] lead me [D] home.

A-[D]mazing grace how [G] sweet the [D] sound
that saved a wretch [A7] like me.
I [D] once was lost, but [G] now am [D] found,
was blind but [A7] now I [D] see.
I [D] once was lost, but [G] now am [D] found,
was blind but [A7] now I [D] see.

Clementine

In a [D] cavern, in a canyon,  excavating for a [A] mi
Lived a [A7] miner, forty-[D]niner, and his [A] daughter Clemen[D]tine.


Oh my [D] darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clemen[A]tine
Thou art lost and gone for [D] ever, dreadful [A] sorry, Clemen[D]tine.


Light she [D] was, and like a fairy, and her shoes were number [A7] nine,
Herring [A7] boxes without [D] topses, sandals [A] were for Clemen[D]tine.

Oh my [D] darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clemen[A]tine
Thou art lost and gone for [D] ever, dreadful [A] sorry, Clemen[D]tine.

Walking [D] lightly as a fairy, though her shoes were number [A] nine,
Sometimes [A7] tripping, lightly [D] skipping, lovely [A] girl, my Clemen[D]tine

Oh my [D] darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clemen[A]tine
Thou art lost and gone for [D] ever, dreadful [A] sorry, Clemen[D]tine.

Drove she [D] ducklings to the water every morning just at [A] nine,
Hit her [A7] foot against a [D] splinter, fell in [A] to the foaming [D] brine.

Oh my [D] darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clemen[A]tine
Thou art lost and gone for [D] ever, dreadful [A] sorry, Clemen[D]tine.

Ruby [D] lips above the water, blowing bubbles soft and [A] fine,
But a-[A7]las, I was no [D] swimmer, so I  [A] lost  Clemen[D]tine.

Oh my [D] darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clemen[A]tine
Thou art lost and gone for [D] ever, dreadful [A] sorry, Clemen[D]tine.

In my [D] dreams she still doth haunt me, robed in garments soaked in [A] brine,
Though in [A7] life I used to  [D] hug her, now she’s [A] dead  I draw the [D] line!

Oh my [D] darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clemen[A]tine
Thou art lost and gone for [D] ever, dreadful [A] sorry, Clemen[D]tine.

Michael Finnegan


[C] There was an old man named Michael Finnegan.
[G7] He had whiskers on his chinnegan.
[C] They fell out and then grew in again.
[G] Poor old Michael [C] Finnegan. Begin again.

Repeated:

Softer

Very Soft

Louder

Way Loud

She’ll Be Comin’ Round The Mountain