X: 1 T: How can I Live at the Top of a Mountain (D major) / My Bonnie Blue Eyed Lassie C: traditional O: Ireland R: Slow Air / Song Air Z: transcribed and arranged by Frank Weber S: learned from Reelish's album D: 1979: Bothy Band & Triona Ní Dhomhnaill: After Hours (song version) D: 1983: The Kerry Band: Toss the Feathers (song version) D: 1996: Óige, feat. Cara Dillon: Bang On (song version) D: 1997: Connie Dover: If Ever I Return (song version) D: 1998: Anticrisis: A Legacy of Love (slow air version) D: 1999: Reelish: Miss Tune (slow air version) D: 2000: Peter Uhrbrand, Sonnich Lydom, Seamus Cahill, Mads Vinding, Peter Rosendal: Spring (song version) D: 2012: Patrick D'Arcy: Wallop the Spot (slow air version) D: 2016: Mary McPartlan: From Mountain to Mountain (song version) D: 2016: Michelle O'Brien, Aogan Lynch & Gavin Ralston D: 2017: Coda: Train of Spirits (song version) D: 2019: Tradish: Handmade Tales (song version) N: Chords: | D G G D D G A D | N: | D G G D D G D A D :| N: | G G D D G A G D | N: | D G G D D G D A D :| L: 1/8 K: D major % 2 sharps M: none Q: 1/4=85 N: N: Tune only: N: ========== N: A2 D4 FA B8 dB B4 AF A4 Bd d8 ef g2 gf e4 d2e g2 A8 | N: A2 D4 FA B8 dB B4 AF A4 Bd d8 ef g4 gf a4 f4 d2 e4 d2 d8 :| N: def g4 ga b8 ag e2 f4 g2 a8 A2 g2 gf e4 d2e g2 A8 | N: A2 D4 FA B8 dB B4 AF A4 Bd d8 ef g4 gf a4 f4 d2 e4 d2 d8 :| N: N: Tune with Chords: N: ================= A2 "D" D4 FA "G" B8 dB "G" B4 AF "D" A4 Bd "D" d8 ef "G" g2 gf "A" e4 d2e g2 "D" A8 | A2 "D" D4 FA "G" B8 dB "G" B4 AF "D" A4 Bd "D" d8 ef "G" g4 gf "D" a4 f4 d2 "A" e4 d2 "D" d8 :| def "G" g4 ga "G" b8 ag e2 "D" f4 fg "D" a8 A2 "G" g2 gf "A" e4 "G" d2e g2 "D" A8 | A2 "D" D4 FA "G" B8 dB "G" B4 AF "D" A4 Bd "D" d8 ef "G" g4 gf "D" a4 f4 d2 "A" e4 d2 "D" d8 :| N: W: How can I live on the top of a mountain, W: without gold in my pockets or the money for the counting, W: But I would let the money go, all for to please her fancy, W: For I will have no-one but my bonny blue eyed lassie. W: My bonnie blue eyed lassie with her fair heart so tender, W: Her red rosy cheeks, and her waist so neat and slender, W: I'd roll her in my arms, and fondly I'd embrace her, W: But how can I love her, when all my people hate her. W: Some say that she is so very low in station, W: And more say that she'll be the cause of my ruination, W: But let them all say as they will, to her I will prove constant still, W: To the day that I die she'll be my darling girl, believe me. W: Softly swim the swans o'er the broad streams of Youghal, W: And lightly sings the nightingale all for to behold her, W: In cold frost and snow, the moon shines so brightly, W: But deeper by far between me and my true lover.