Тональность: F major
Verse 1
Abdim
Ddim
Abdim
D
A
D
Since first
I copped a tidy lump of swag
Bm
D
I've always kept a decent little nag
Bm
E
A
D
And one as I shall sing about to you now
Bm
E
A
Was worth a million jimmies in a bag
D
Bm
I matched against the be
D
st that could be found
Bm
B
Em
For owners made a stake of fifty pound
Gm
Bm
So the race was duly run
D
Bm
D
C
And I'll tell you how I won
D
Bm
E
With brave Polly, my old pony,
D
Down the road, away went Polly
A
with a step so jolly that I knew she'd win
Down the road, the pace was killing
D
but the Mayor was willing for a lightning spin
G
All the rest was licked
D
A
D
and might as well have never been born
A
Ddim
D
Ddim
D
Oh Mayor, oh Mayor,
E
A
D
you've earned your little bit of corn
Abdim
Bm
Abdim
D
E
A
D
Tom Jones, the butcher,
thought that form untrue
Says he, look here, I'll
Bm
Em
D
Bm
tell you what I'll do
A
My cop shall race your
Bbdim
D
mare again next Sunday,
E
A
And fifty more bright sovereigns I will blue.
D
You prove that she can
beat him once again,
Bm
B
I'll never more in this world
Gdim
Bm
Though I knew he'd got no chance,
E
C
he in sisted on the dance,
D
Bm
A
So now I shall tell you how
we slew the slain.
D
Bm
D
Down the road, away went Polly
with a step so jolly that
Down the road the pace was killing
Em
D
but the Mayor was will
ing for a lightning spin
G
All the rest was relict
Em
D
and might as well have
Ddim
D
Whoa, Mayor!
Ddim
D
Whoa, Mayor!
E
D
You've earned your little bit
Bm
Abdim
D
of corn
Soon after that she reached her final goal
I'd had the little wonder from a foal
A
Bm
And grief too keen to talk about
D
E
was mine when Poor Poe
Em
A
was carted off to Villanole
D
The missus and the kids all went with me
Bm
Em
At last the poor pet pony pulled a seed
A
F#
And the neighbours shared the grief
A
That was felt beyond belief
E
D
A
When the little mare was buried R .I .P.
Still, let's not think about that
Let's think of the good old
days when it was
Bm
D
away went Polly with her steptoe
A
Jolly that her new sheep went
Down the road, the place was killing
D
But the mare was willing for a lightning spin
All the rest was licked
Em
A
and might as well
Had never been born
D
Ddim
D
Woah -meh, woah -meh,
E
A
D
you burnt your little bit of corn
Ddim
E
Woah -meh, woah -meh,
A
D
you burnt your little bit of corn
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