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Beeswing (Thompson Richard)

		From: Phillip Charles Saunders  
 
Beeswing  
Richard Thompson, from the album Mirror Blue  
transcribed by Phil Saunders (phillip@phoenix.princeton.edu)  
tuning (DADGBE), capo 3rd fret  
I've been working on this lovely acoustic ballad a while. The  
transcription is not perfect, especially on the chorus, but should be  
close enough to get you in the ballpark. I have not attempted to  
transcribe the solo. Corrections/Additions cheerfully welcomed, so long  
as critics take the difficulty of transcribing something like this into  
account. The chord names are written with the capo in mind; the song is  
actually in F, but is transcribed here in D. I usually play the B on  
the low A string by hammering on, which gives a little extra nuance.  
(This is why the D chords are notated as D (D6)). You can also throw in  
the low D string on the verse to add extra drive. On the chorus, I'mm  
not quite sure if I really hear the low G on the G chorthe B is  
certainly there, but I can't tellut the G.  
 
Chords  
D (000232)  
D6 (020232)  
A (X0222X)  
G (5X0003X)  
Bm (X24432)  
 
Intro (and start of verses)  
 
-|-0--0h2p0-------------------------------------------0-----2----|  
-|-----------3p0--0--------------------------0--2--3-----0-----0-|  
-|-------------------3--------3--------3-------------------------|  
-|-2--------------------3--------3--------3-----------2-----0----|  
-|----------------2--------0--------2--------2-------------------|  
-|---------------------------------------------------------------|  
 
-|-0--0h2p0-------------------------------------------0-----2----|------------|  
-|-----------3p0--0--------------------------0--2--3-----0-----0-|-0-----0----|  
-|-------------------3--------3--------3-------------------------|------------|  
-|-2--------------------3--------3--------3-----------2-----0----|-0-----0--2-|  
-|----------------2--------0--------2--------2-------------------|----0-------|  
-|---------------------------------------------------------------|------------|  
 
Verse  
 D  
-|-----------------------|-----------------------|-----------------------|  
-|-3---------------------|-3---------------------|-3---------------------|  
-|-2--2----2-----2-----2-|-2--2----2-----2-----2-|-2--2----2-----2-----2-|  
-|-0---------------------|-0----------0----------|-0---------------------|  
-|------h2---------h2----|-----h2-----0----h2----|-----h2----------h2----|  
-|------------0----------|-----------------------|------------0----------|  
 
 A G  
-|----------------------------------------|  
-|----------------------3-----------3-----|  
-|-2-----2--------0--------0-----0-----0--|  
-|-2--------2-----0--------0-----0-----0--|  
-|-0--0--------0--------------------------|  
-|----------------5--5--------5-----------|  
 
 
Chorus  
 Bm A/C# D (D6) G A G/B A/C#  
-|-----------------|-----------------------|------------------------------|  
-|-3---------3-----|-3---------------------|------------------------------|  
-|-4---0---0----2--|-2--2----2-----2-----2-|--0-----2-----0-----2--0------|  
-|---4---4---------|-0----------0----------|--0--0--0--0--0--0--2--0------|  
-|-2---------2--4--|------2-----0-----2----|--2-----0-----2-----4---------|  
-|-----------------|-----------------------|--5---------------------------|  
 
 D (D6) Bm A/C# D (D6)  
-|-------------------------|-----------------|-----------------------|  
-|-3-----------------------|-3---------3-----|-3---------------------|  
-|-2--2-----2-----2-----2--|-4---0---0----2--|-2--2----2-----2-----2-|  
-|-0-----0-----0-----0-----|---4---4---------|-0----------0----------|  
-|-------------0-----------|-2---------2--4--|------2-----0-----2----|  
-|-------------------------|-----------------|-----------------------|  
 
 G A G/B A/C# D A/C#  
-|------------------------------|------------------------|  
-|------------------------------|-3-----------2----------|  
-|--0-----2-----0-----2--0------|-2--2-----2-----2-----2-|  
-|--0--0--0--0--0--0--2--0------|-0-----0-----------0----|  
-|--2-----0-----2-----4---------|-------------4----------|  
-|--5---------------------------|------------------------|  
 
 G A G/B A/C# D  
-|------------------------------|------------------------------|  
-|------------------------------|-3--------------3-------------|  
-|--0-----2-----0-----2--0------|-2--2-----2-----2-------------|  
-|--0--0--0--0--0--0--2--0------|-0-----0--------0-------------|  
-|--2-----0-----2-----4---------|------------------------------|  
-|--5---------------------------|-------------0----------------|  
 
 
Intro  
Verse  
D (D6)  
I was nineteen when I came to town  
They called it the summer of love  
They were burning babies, burning flags  
 A G  
The Hawks against the Doves  
D (D6)  
I took a job in the steamie  
Down on Caldrum Street  
I fell in love with a laundry girl  
 A G  
Was working next to me  
 
Chorus  
 Bm A/C# D  
She was a rare thing, fine as a Beeswing  
 G A G/B A/C# D  
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away  
 Bm A/C# D  
She was a lost child, she was running wild  
 G A G/B A/C# D A/C#  
She said, as long as there's no price on love I'll stay  
 G A G/B A/C# D  
And you wouldn't want me any other way  
 
Brownhair zig zag round her face  
And a look of half surprise  
Like at in the headlights  
There was animal in her eyes  
She said young man, O can't you see  
I'm not the factory kind  
If you't take me out of here  
I'll surely lose my mind  
 
She was a rare thing, fine as a Beeswing  
So fine that I might crush her where she lay  
She was a lost child, she was running wild  
She said, as long as there's no price on love I'll stay  
And you wouldn't want me any other way  
 
We busked around the market towns  
And picked fruitn in Kent  
And weld tinker lamps and pots  
And knives wherever we went  
And I said that we might settlen  
Get a few acres dug  
Fire burning in the hearth  
And babies on the rug  
She said O man, youlish man  
That surely sounds like hell  
You might be lord of half the world  
You'll not own me as well  
 
She was a rare thing, fine as a Beeswing  
So fine a breathe of wind might blow her away  
She was a lost child, she was running wild  
She said, as long as there's no price on love I'll stay  
And you wouldn't want me any other way  
 
We was campingn the Gower one time  
The work was prettyd  
She thought we shouldn't wait the frost  
And I thought maybe we should  
 
We were drinking more in those days  
And tempers reached a pitch  
Like al I let her run  
With the rambling itch  
 
D  
last I hear she's sleeping out  
Back on the Darby beat  
Whitese in her hip pocket  
And a wolfhound at her feet  
 
And they say she even married once  
A man named Romany Brown  
But even a gypsy caravan  
Was too much settlingn  
 
And they say her flower is faded now  
Hard weather and hardze  
But maybe that's just the price you pay  
For the chains you refuse  
 
She was a rare thing, fine as a Beeswing  
So fine that I might crush her where she lay  
And I miss her more than wordsld ever say  
If Ild just taste, All of her wildness now  
If Ildd her in my arms today  
Then I wouldn't want her any other way