Тональность: G major
Verse 1
G
Em
You've heard of Julius Caesar
G
and the great Napoleon too
Am
D
And how the Cork militia
Em
A
beat the Turks at Waterloo
D
G
But there's a page of glory
that as yet remains uncut
Am
D
And that's the warlike story
G
Em
Am
D
on the shattery mounted foot
G
D
G
This gallant corps was organised
Am
D
by Sch lattery's eldest son
G
Am
D
G
A noble -minded poacher
A
D
with a double -breasted gun
G
And many a head was broken aye,
and many an eye was shut
Am
D
G
When learning to manoeuvre
Em
Am
D
in the Schlattery mounted foot
G
D
G
And down from the mountains
D
came the squadrons and the troops
Four and twenty fighting men
G
and a couple of stout assumes
D
G
When going into action,
D
held each musket by the butt,
We sang a song and marched along
in schlappery's mouth
G
D
G
Em
G
Em
and foot.
G
D
G
Well, first we reckoned night
around O'Sullivan she been,
Am
D
G
It used to be the shop -house,
Em
A
D
but we called it bed -canteen.
G
D
Em
But there we saw a notice
D
G
which the bravest heart unnerved
Am
D
G
All liquor must be settled for
Em
Am
D
G
before the drink is served
D
G
So on we marched but soon again
Am
D
G
each war rior's heart grew pale
D
G
For rising high in front of us
Em
A
D
we saw the county jail
G
And when the army faced the
bout was just in time to find
Am
D
G
A couple of stout policemen
Em
Am
D
had surrounded us behind
G
D
G
An d down from the mountains
D
came the squadrons and platoons
Four -and -twenty fighting men
G
and a couple of stout bassoons
D
G
When go ing into action
D
held each musket by the butt
We sang a song and marched
along
G
D
G
Em
G
with slattery's mounted foot
Em
D
G
Em
We'll cross the ditch, our leader cried,
G
and take the foe in flank,
Am
D
G
But yells of consternation
Em
A
D
here arose from every rank,
G
For posted high upon a tree
we very plainly saw,
Am
D
G
Trespassers prosecuted
Em
Am
D
G
in accordance with the law.
D
G
We're done, exclaim, oh, slathery,
Am
D
G
here ends our grand campaign,
D
G
Tis merely throwing life away
Em
A
D
to face the Meeren train.
G
I'm not as bold as lions,
but I'm braver nor a hen,
Am
D
And he who fights and runs away
Em
Am
D
G
will live to fight again.
D
G
And back to the mountains
D
went the squadrons and platoons,
Four and twenty fighting men
G
and a couple of stout assumes,
D
G
When go ing into action,
D
hell beats musket by the butt
We sang a song
amongst the long -inched larch trees
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