Chords for 986. Pound a Week Rise (Ed Pickford)
Tempo:
119.4 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Em]
Come all of you [G] colliers who work down [A] the mines,
From [Em] Scotland to South Wales, [A] from [Em] Teesdale to Tyne,
I'll sing you a song [G] for your pound a [D] week rise,
[Em] And the men who were fooled by [A] the government [Em] lies.
It's down you go, [A] down below Jack, where [Em] you never see [A] the skies,
[Em] And you're working [A] in your dungeon for [Em] your pound a week rise.
In 1960, [G] a few years [D] [Em] ago, the mine workers' leaders to [A] Robins [Em] did go,
Saying we work very hard every [G] day, [D] we risk our lives,
[Em] And we ask you here and now for a [A] pound a week [Em] rise.
It's down you go, [A] down below Jack, [Em] where you never see the [A] skies,
And [Em] you're working in your [A] dungeon [Em] for your pound a week rise.
Well I spoke Lord Robins [G] and he made [D] this decree,
He [Em] said when the output rises [A] then [Em] I'll agree,
To raise up your wages, [G] I'll give you [D] fair pay,
[Em] For I was once a miner [A] myself in [Em] my day.
It's down you go, [A] down below Jack, [E] where you never see the [A] [Em] skies,
And you're working in your [A] dungeon [Em] for your pound a week rise.
The miners they went home, [G] they [D] worked hard and [Em] well,
With their lungs filled with coal dust [A] in the bosom [Em] of hell.
The output rose 15%, [G] then 18 [D] and [Em] more,
And after two years had passed it rose [A] above a [Em] score.
It's down you go, [A] down below Jack, [Em] where you never see the [A] skies,
[Em] And you're working [A] in your dungeon [Em] for your pound a week rise.
The mine workers' leaders went to get their [D] hard-earned [Em] prize,
They asked Lord Robins for their [A] pound a [Em] week rise.
But Robins wouldn't give a [G] pound, he wouldn't give [D] ten bars,
[Em] He gave them seven and six and [A] said, now get back [Em] to your job.
It's down you go, [A] down below Jack, [Em] where you never see [A] the skies,
And [Em] you're working in [A] your dungeon for [Em] your pound a week rise.
So come all of you colliers, [G] heed what [D] I [Em] say,
And don't believe Lord Robins when he says [Em] he'll give fair pay.
He'll tell you to work hard [G] and make the [D] output rise,
[Em] But you'll get pie in the sky [A] instead of a one [Em]-pound rise.
[N]
Come all of you [G] colliers who work down [A] the mines,
From [Em] Scotland to South Wales, [A] from [Em] Teesdale to Tyne,
I'll sing you a song [G] for your pound a [D] week rise,
[Em] And the men who were fooled by [A] the government [Em] lies.
It's down you go, [A] down below Jack, where [Em] you never see [A] the skies,
[Em] And you're working [A] in your dungeon for [Em] your pound a week rise.
In 1960, [G] a few years [D] [Em] ago, the mine workers' leaders to [A] Robins [Em] did go,
Saying we work very hard every [G] day, [D] we risk our lives,
[Em] And we ask you here and now for a [A] pound a week [Em] rise.
It's down you go, [A] down below Jack, [Em] where you never see the [A] skies,
And [Em] you're working in your [A] dungeon [Em] for your pound a week rise.
Well I spoke Lord Robins [G] and he made [D] this decree,
He [Em] said when the output rises [A] then [Em] I'll agree,
To raise up your wages, [G] I'll give you [D] fair pay,
[Em] For I was once a miner [A] myself in [Em] my day.
It's down you go, [A] down below Jack, [E] where you never see the [A] [Em] skies,
And you're working in your [A] dungeon [Em] for your pound a week rise.
The miners they went home, [G] they [D] worked hard and [Em] well,
With their lungs filled with coal dust [A] in the bosom [Em] of hell.
The output rose 15%, [G] then 18 [D] and [Em] more,
And after two years had passed it rose [A] above a [Em] score.
It's down you go, [A] down below Jack, [Em] where you never see the [A] skies,
[Em] And you're working [A] in your dungeon [Em] for your pound a week rise.
The mine workers' leaders went to get their [D] hard-earned [Em] prize,
They asked Lord Robins for their [A] pound a [Em] week rise.
But Robins wouldn't give a [G] pound, he wouldn't give [D] ten bars,
[Em] He gave them seven and six and [A] said, now get back [Em] to your job.
It's down you go, [A] down below Jack, [Em] where you never see [A] the skies,
And [Em] you're working in [A] your dungeon for [Em] your pound a week rise.
So come all of you colliers, [G] heed what [D] I [Em] say,
And don't believe Lord Robins when he says [Em] he'll give fair pay.
He'll tell you to work hard [G] and make the [D] output rise,
[Em] But you'll get pie in the sky [A] instead of a one [Em]-pound rise.
[N]
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[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Come all of you [G] colliers who work down [A] the mines,
From [Em] Scotland to South Wales, [A] from [Em] Teesdale to Tyne,
I'll sing you a song [G] for your pound a [D] week rise,
[Em] And the men who were fooled by [A] the government [Em] lies.
It's down you go, [A] down below Jack, where [Em] you never see [A] the skies,
[Em] And you're working [A] in your dungeon for [Em] your pound a week rise. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ In 1960, [G] a few years [D] [Em] ago, the mine workers' leaders to [A] Robins [Em] did go,
Saying we work very hard every [G] day, [D] we risk our lives,
[Em] And we ask you here and now for a [A] pound a week [Em] rise.
It's down you go, [A] down below Jack, [Em] where you never see the [A] skies,
And [Em] you're working in your [A] dungeon [Em] for your pound a week rise. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Well I spoke Lord Robins [G] and he made [D] this decree,
He [Em] said when the output rises [A] then [Em] I'll agree,
To raise up your wages, [G] I'll give you [D] fair pay,
[Em] For I was once a miner [A] myself in [Em] my day.
It's down you go, [A] down below Jack, [E] where you never see the [A] [Em] skies,
And you're working in your [A] dungeon [Em] for your pound a week rise. _ _ _
_ The miners they went home, [G] they [D] worked hard and [Em] well,
With their lungs filled with coal dust [A] in the bosom [Em] of hell.
The output rose 15%, [G] then 18 [D] and [Em] more,
And after two years had passed it rose [A] above a [Em] score.
It's down you go, [A] down below Jack, [Em] where you never see the [A] skies,
[Em] And you're working [A] in your dungeon [Em] for your pound a week rise. _ _ _
The mine workers' leaders went to get their [D] hard-earned [Em] prize,
They asked Lord Robins for their [A] pound a [Em] week rise.
But Robins wouldn't give a [G] pound, he wouldn't give [D] ten bars,
[Em] He gave them seven and six and [A] said, now get back [Em] to your job.
It's down you go, [A] down below Jack, [Em] where you never see [A] the skies,
And [Em] you're working in [A] your dungeon for [Em] your pound a week rise. _ _ _ _
So come all of you colliers, [G] heed what [D] I [Em] say,
And don't believe Lord Robins when he says [Em] he'll give fair pay.
He'll tell you to work hard [G] and make the [D] output rise,
[Em] But you'll get pie in the sky [A] instead of a one [Em]-pound rise.
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _
Come all of you [G] colliers who work down [A] the mines,
From [Em] Scotland to South Wales, [A] from [Em] Teesdale to Tyne,
I'll sing you a song [G] for your pound a [D] week rise,
[Em] And the men who were fooled by [A] the government [Em] lies.
It's down you go, [A] down below Jack, where [Em] you never see [A] the skies,
[Em] And you're working [A] in your dungeon for [Em] your pound a week rise. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ In 1960, [G] a few years [D] [Em] ago, the mine workers' leaders to [A] Robins [Em] did go,
Saying we work very hard every [G] day, [D] we risk our lives,
[Em] And we ask you here and now for a [A] pound a week [Em] rise.
It's down you go, [A] down below Jack, [Em] where you never see the [A] skies,
And [Em] you're working in your [A] dungeon [Em] for your pound a week rise. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Well I spoke Lord Robins [G] and he made [D] this decree,
He [Em] said when the output rises [A] then [Em] I'll agree,
To raise up your wages, [G] I'll give you [D] fair pay,
[Em] For I was once a miner [A] myself in [Em] my day.
It's down you go, [A] down below Jack, [E] where you never see the [A] [Em] skies,
And you're working in your [A] dungeon [Em] for your pound a week rise. _ _ _
_ The miners they went home, [G] they [D] worked hard and [Em] well,
With their lungs filled with coal dust [A] in the bosom [Em] of hell.
The output rose 15%, [G] then 18 [D] and [Em] more,
And after two years had passed it rose [A] above a [Em] score.
It's down you go, [A] down below Jack, [Em] where you never see the [A] skies,
[Em] And you're working [A] in your dungeon [Em] for your pound a week rise. _ _ _
The mine workers' leaders went to get their [D] hard-earned [Em] prize,
They asked Lord Robins for their [A] pound a [Em] week rise.
But Robins wouldn't give a [G] pound, he wouldn't give [D] ten bars,
[Em] He gave them seven and six and [A] said, now get back [Em] to your job.
It's down you go, [A] down below Jack, [Em] where you never see [A] the skies,
And [Em] you're working in [A] your dungeon for [Em] your pound a week rise. _ _ _ _
So come all of you colliers, [G] heed what [D] I [Em] say,
And don't believe Lord Robins when he says [Em] he'll give fair pay.
He'll tell you to work hard [G] and make the [D] output rise,
[Em] But you'll get pie in the sky [A] instead of a one [Em]-pound rise.
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _