Chords for 01 - Sherrifmuir

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_ Oh, come ye here the fight to shun, Or herd the sheep with me, man,
_ Or were ye at the Sheremu, Or did the battle see, man?
I saw the battle's sere and chuch, And raking red ran many a shuch,
My heart for fear gave sooch for sooch, To hear the thuds and see the cluds,
Oh, clans, the woods and tartan, God's for glum, the kingdom's free, man.
Hey-dum, hey-der-um, hey-dum-dan, Hey-dum, hey-der-um, hey-dan,
_ _ _ _ _ _ Rankard [D] lads with blacker [A] caps, To meet them [C] were they slow, [A] man,
They rushed and [F#] pushed and [C] bled out gush, And many a beaut it for, man.
The gate our gal laid on his piles, Up the glans for twenty miles,
Up the glans like nine pin curls, They hacked [B] and hushed while warts were squashed,
Through they dashed and feud and splashed, To fame and might of all, man.
Hey-dum, hey-der-um, hey-dum-dan, Hey-dum, hey-der-um, hey-dan, _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] Have ye seen the fell of begs with [C] scyre, And tartan trues, man?
When their teeth they dod or [C#] winks, Of an untrue blues, man.
Wounds extended, long and large, [C] They did overpower the charge,
Thousands chasin' to the charge, When heathland craft they played,
Sheep or blades of death, Deluded breath they fled,
Like freighted dows, man.
Hey-dum, hey-der-um, hey-dum-dan, Hey-dum, hey-der-um, hey-dan, _ _ _ _
_ _ We lost some gallant gentleman, Among the heathland clans, man.
[A] Here my lord, by [D] murder's slain, Are in [C#] his enemy's hands, man.
At [D] his scene there's double flight, Some die for wrong and some for right,
Many but a world goodnight.
St.
Nelson, Elm, with musket's knell, For his fell and beaks' nill,
[A] Flew up in freighted bands, man.
Hey-dum, hey-der-um, hey-dum-dan, [D] Hey-dum, hey-der-um, hey [A]-dan,
Hey-dum, hey-der-um, hey-dan, Hey [D]-dum, hey-der-um, hey-dan,
Hey-dum, hey-der-um, hey [E]-dan, Hey-dum, hey-der-um, hey-dan,
[C] Hey _ _ _ -dum, hey-der-um, hey-dan.
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