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Played on a Slate Creek Dulcimers- Dewdrop Concert Model X.
Tuned slightly above E5-E3-D4-D4

Hold On (Keep your hand on the plow

RatherBeAnOldTimeChristian

Are you washed in the blood

Leaning on the Everlasting Arms
Elisha A. Hoffman, pub.1887
ref. by Anthony J. Showalter, pub.1887
Copyright: Public Domain
Played by: Bobby Ratliff
On a Slate Creek Dulcimers- Sow Hogfiddle
Tuned dAA

Leaning on the Everlasting Arms

The Unclouded Day (Uncloudy Day)
Diatonic 3-string Virginia Hogfiddle Dulcimer
Tuned eAe
Noter/Drone style

Song info:

Words & Music: Jo­si­ah K. Al­wood, cir­ca 1880 

Uncloudy Day

Traditional- old Dock Boggs song 
Played on a Slate Creek Dulcimers Sow Hogfiddle
Tuned EBd

Prodigal Son

Pythagorean Temperament.
Unison tuned.
Dewdrop Concert Model

Buffalo Gals

Pythagorean Aeolian

This is an old song Doc Boggs sung. I've listened to it for years and thought I would like to try it but never got around to it. Then I found it in Grandpa's old songbook and decided I wanted to do it because he had likely sang it. Some lines are a little different than Doc Boggs sang.

Drunkard's lone child

The Rhubarb don't grow here any more w/vocals.
Original song by Bobby Ratliff:
(1) Well grandma started breakfast,
about 5 in the morn, she needed an early start so she could hoe the corn, But now there's no place for a garden, not even one corn row, and the rhubarb don't grow here any more.
Chorus:
No the rhubarb don't grow here any more, the kids grew up and moved away for a better life,
But that life ain't no better than the one they left behind, and the rhubarb, don't grow here any more.
(2) After church she fix the beans, and taters and cornbread, and she was never satisfied 'till everyone was fed, and if you were so lucky, you'd get some rhubarb pie, but the rhubarb don't grow here any more
(3) After grandma passed away, her hoe just disappeared, it was worn down to half the size from hoeing all those years, or maybe she took it with her, to help God's garden grow, but the rhubarb don't grow here any more.

The Rhubarb Don't grow here any more

Pretty Polly

Conversation with death: otherwise known as Oh Death.

What is this that I can't see
With icy hands taking hold on me,
I am death and none can excel
I'll open the doors to heaven or hell.

CHORUS:
Oh. death, oh, death, can 't you spare me over till another year?
Oh, death, oh, death, please spare me over till another year.

Oh. death, someone would pray,
Couldn’t you call some other day,
God's children prayed. the preacher's preached,
The time of mercy is out of your reach.

I'll fix your feet so you can't walk,
I'll lock your jaws so you can't talk,
Close your eyes so you can 't see
This very hour come go with me.

Death, I come to take the soul
Leave the body and leave it cold,
To drop the flesh oft of the frame
The earth and worms both have a claim.

CHORUS

My mother come to my bed
Place a cold towel upon my head,
My head is warm, my feet is cold
Death is moving upon my soul.

Oh, death, how you treating me
Close my eyes so I can 't see,
You hurt my body. you make me cold,
You 're ruling my life right out of my soul.

CHORUS

Oh, death, please consider my age
Please don 't take me at this stage.
My wealth is all at your command
If you will move your icy hand.

The old, the young, the rich or poor,
Are all alike with me, you know,
No wealth, no land, no silver, no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul.

CHORUS

Conversation with death

Wayfaring Stranger

Wake up, wake up darlin Corey, what makes you sleep so sound?
Those highway robbers are comin', gonna tear your steel house down.

Wake up, wake up darlin corey, and go get me my gun.
Said I ain't no man for trouble, but I'll die before I run.

First time, that I saw darlin corey, had a wine glass in her hand.
She was Drinkin down her troubles, with a low down sorry man.

Last night, as I lay on my pillow, last night as I lay on my bed,
Last night as I lay on my pillow, I dreamed darlin Corey was dead.

Now go, dig a hole in the meadow, and it's go dig a hole in the ground,
Let's go dig a hole in the meadow, gonna lay darlin Corey down.

Darlin Corey

Virginia Hogfiddler- AKA: Bobby Ratliff
Bobby has been building and playing Appalachian Dulcimers (otherwise known as Mountain dulcimers, lap dulcimers, fretted dulcimers, and Hogfiddles, among other names), since 2006. He mostly plays old timey noter/drone style,and on occasion, melody/drone/fingerdance style.
 He enjoys singing and playing the dulcimer. He especially likes the older Gospel and Folk songs and singing Acapella. His dulcimer playing consists mostly of playing diatonic fretted dulcimers, in whatever tuning suits the need. DAA, DAC, EBA, etc. 
 Bobby is Dad to Anthony, and Poppy to Bryanna.

Virginia Hogfiddler

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