Chords for A Ballad of John Silver

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Oh, we were school-rigged and [C] rakish, along and last of [D] all
We flew the pretty colours [F] of crossbones [Am] and a skull
With a big black Johnny Roger, [C] flappin' at the fore
[D] We sailed the Spanish waters in happy [Am] days of yore _ _ _ _ _ _
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We had long brass gunner midships, [C] like a well-conducted ship
[Dm] Each a brace of pistols [F] and a cutlass at the hip
[Am] It's a punt that tells a gift's dose [C] and a fact to be deplored
[Dm] But we chased the goodly merchant men and laid their [Am] ships aboard _ _ _ _ _
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And then the dead men fell to slumbers, [C] the wounded filled the chains
[Dm] The paintwork always splattered ash [F] with other people's brains
She [Am] was bold and she was mean, [C] scuttled till she sank
[D] And the pale survivor slept just by the medium [Am] of the plank _ _ _ _ _
[G] I had a fiddle on the foxhole, [A] a slap of [Am] naked souls
[G] And she'd kneel down to middle J
[F] And curtsey when she rose, [C] where the silver seas around us
[G] A pale moon overhead, [D] and a look out not a-lookin'
[F] His pipe-boat [Am] float array
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[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ I had [G] a fiddle on the foxhole, [Am] a slap of naked souls
[G] And she'd kneel down to middle J
[F] And curtsey when she rose, [C] where the silver seas around [G] us
A pale moon overhead, and [D] a look out not a [F]-lookin'
His pipe-boat float [Am] array _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Ah, the pigtail quitting pirates, [C] the pretty pranks we played
[Dm] Have all been put astop too, [F] by the board of trade
[Am] The skins and the merry [C] crews are laid away to rest
[Dm] A little south of [F] Sunset in the [G] islands of [Am] _ Blest
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_ _ And then the dead men fell to [G] slumbers, the wounded filled the chains
[A] The bleed would [Am] always spread a dash [C] with other people's brains
[Em] She was bold and she was looted, [G]
scuttled till she sang
And the pale [Am] survivors left by the medium [Em] of the plank _ _ _ _
I [D] had a fiddle on the foxhole, [E] a slap [Em] of naked souls
[D] I'd chain you down to middle J
And [C] curtsey when she [G] rose, where the silver seas around us
[D] A pale moon overhead, and [Am] a look out not a-lookin'
His pipe [E]-boat float [Em] array
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His pipe-boat glowin' red _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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