#russianrainbowflag Where can I buy a rainbow flag? Ukulele version

My version of this statement, set to ukulele of course! The purpose is to protest Russia's anti-gay laws. More details here. Also on Twitter here.
E
Gdjye ya magoo
             Am
koopitsh rrradoozhnee flag?
E7
Gdjye ya magoo
             Am
koopitsh rrradoozhnee flag?

Dm
Gdjye ya magoo
               C
koopitsh rrradoozhnee flag?
B7                 E
Gdjye ya magoo koopitch
      Am    
rrradoozhnee flag?

E
Gdjye
Am
ya magoo
E7
koopitsh
Am
rrradoozhnee flag?

Dm
Gdjye
C
ya magoo
B7
koopitsh
E
rradoozhnee flag?

Swim!

 Just a little "buck up, cheer up!" kinda song. Written by me, just now, though it is in a 1920's style...


   C
Now the sea of life,
           2323
has some storms and gales
           Dm
as a sailor would say,
        G7   G7+
you have to trim your sails
     C
when you go right over
           2323
and you're cold and wet,
           Dm
this is what you gotta to do,
G7 G7+
don't give up yet...

CHORUS
          C      
You gotta swim, don't sink
           2323
You gotta wave, don't drown,
           Dm
You gotta turn that frowny-face,
        G7   G7+
Upside down
          C      
You gotta smile, don't sigh
           2323
You gotta laugh, don't cry,
           Dm
You gotta keep on goin,
        G7   G7+
You gotta try, try, try
             C                
Because the storm won't last,
     C7
The sea will calm,
         F7
And you soon be
Fm
Nice and warm
          C                       Dm    G7    C
Just keep trying, and you'll be dry and home soon
G7
do-pa-de-do.

C  2323  Dm  G7 G7+
C  2323  Dm  G7 G7+
C  C7 F7 Fm
C  Dm G7 C  G7+

                C
Now when you're in the drink,
         2323
And you're feeling wet,
Dm
There's some advice,
G7 +
you're gonna to get,

           C
Will only drag you down,
         2323
into the blue,
Dm
don't let it all,
G7+
get to you

          C
Cos there's some other folks,
      C7
They buoy you up,
F7                          Fm
make you feel like you'll not give up,
          C                       Dm       G7       C
So stick  with the swimmers not the ones who drag you down
G7+
blub-iddy blub.

CHORUS

On Raglan Road

This was a poem written in the 1940s but based on a song from the 19th century. The road is there in Dublin still. It would be an expensive area to own a house, but there are a lot of cheap flats too.

Here's a nice version (in C) from Cristin Milioti.

Waltz time.

  D                        G
On Raglan Road on an autumn day,
  D       G         D
I met her first and knew
     G                   D
That her dark hair would weave a snare,
             Bm      A
that I might one day rue
  G              D
I saw the danger yet I walked,
            Bm      A
along the enchanted way,
      D                             G
and I said: 'Let grief, be a fallen leaf
       D       G      D
at the dawning of the day'

   D                      G
On Grafton Street in November,
           D        G        D
we tripped lightly along the ledge
     G                  D
Of the deep ravine, where can be seen,
             Bm        A
the worth of passion's pledge
    G                      D
The Queen of Hearts, still making tarts,
          Bm     A
and I not making hay
      D                  
Oh, I loved too much and by such,
   G        D         G       D
by such, is happiness thrown away

  D                     G
I gave her gifts of the mind,
  D            G      D
I gave her the secret sign
       G                    D
That's known to the artists who have known,
                 Bm        A
the true gods of sound and stone
    G                  D
and word and tint. I did not stint,
           Bm       A
for I gave her poems to say
         D                                G
With her own name there, and her own dark hair,
     D           G         D
like clouds over fields of May

     D                              G
On a quiet street, where old ghosts meet,
  D       G       D
I see her walking now
 G              D
Away from me so hurriedly,
          Bm     A
my reason must allow
     G                D
That I had wooed, not as I should,
           Bm      A
a creature made of clay
         D              
When the angel woos the clay,
     G         D            G       D
he'd lose his wings at the dawn of day.