Chords for Gentleman Rankers

[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
To the Legion of the Lost Ones, to the cohort [Am] of the damned, [Dm] To my brethren in [Am] their sorrow [Dm] overseas, _ _
Sings a gentleman of England, cleanly bred, [Am] machinely crammed, [Dm] And a trooper of [C] the Empress, [Dm] if you please.
Yes, a trooper [Am] of the forces, [C] was on his [A] own six horses, [Dm] Fain he [A] went the pace and [Dm] went it blind,
And their world was more than kin, while he held the [Am] ready tin, [Dm] But today their [A] sergeant's something [Dm] less than kind.
We are poor little [Am] lambs, who've lost our way, [Dm] Ba, [Bb] ba, [A] _ ba,
[Dm] We're a little black sheep, who've [G] gone [Am]
astray, Ba, _ _ [Dm] _ ba, ba,
_ Gentlemen rank [Am] as Elks on the spree, [F] _ Damned from here [C] to [Am] eternity, _ [Dm] God [G] have mercy on [C] such as we.
[Gm] Ba, [C] _ [Dm] ba, ba, _
Oh, _ _ _ _ [C] _ [A] _
_ [Gm] _ _ [F] _ _ [Gm] _ [Dm] _ _
it's sweet to sweat through stables, sweet to empty kitchen [Am]
slobs, And [Dm] it's sweet to hear [A] the tales the troopers [D] tell,
[F] To [Dm] dance with blousy [G] housemaids [Dm] at the [Am] regimental hops, [D] And thrash the [A] cad who says you [Dm] waltz too well.
Yes, it makes [Am] you cock a hoop, to be [C] rider to your troop, And [Dm] branded where [A] the blasted worst [Dm] is spur,
When you envy, oh how keenly, one poor Tommy living [Am]
cleanly, [Dm] Who blacks your [A] boots and sometimes [Dm] calls you sir.
We are poor little lambs, who've [Am] lost our [Dm] way, Ba, [Bb] ba, [A] ba, _
[Dm] We're a little black sheep, [G] who've gone [A] _
[C] astray, Ba, [Am] _ [Dm] ba, ba,
_ Gentlemen rank [Am] as Elks on the spree, [F] _ Damned from here [C] to [A] eternity, _ [Dm] God have [C] mercy on such [Am] as we.
[Gm] _ [Am] Ba, ya, [D] ba, _
_ If _ _ _ [C] _ [Am] _
[Dm] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [Dm] _ _
the home we never write to, and the odes we [Am] never keep, [G] And all we [Dm] know most distant and most dear, _ _
Across the snoring barrack room, return to [Am] break our sleep, [D] Can you blame us [Am] if we soak [Dm] ourselves in beer?
When the drunken [Am] comrade mutters, and the [C] great guard lantern gutters, And [G] the horror of [A] our fall is written [G] _ [Bb] plain,
[Dm] Every secret self revealing on the aching [Am] whitewashed ceiling, [Dm] Do you wonder that we [A] drug [Dm] ourselves from pain? _
We are poor little lambs, who've [Am] lost our [Dm] way, Ba, [Bb] _ [A] ba, ba, _
[Dm] We're a little black sheep, who've [Am] gone _ [C] astray, Ba, [A] _ _ [Dm] _ ba, ba,
Gentlemen rank [Am] as Elks on the spree, [F] _ Damned from here [C] to [Am] eternity, _ [D] God have mercy [Am] on such as we.
[Gm] _ [Am] Ba, ya, [D] ba, _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ [Am] _
_ [Gm] _ _ [Am] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
We have done with hope and honour, we are lost to [Am] love and truth, [D] We are dropping [C] down the ladder, [Bb] wrong [G] by [Dm] wrong,
And the measure of our torment is the measure [Am] of our youth, [D] God help [Am] us, for we knew [Dm] the worst too young.
Our shame is clean [Am] repentance, for [C] the crime that brought the sentence, [Dm] Our pride it [Am] is to know, no [G] spur of [Bb] pride,
And the [Dm] curse of Reuben holds us, till an alien [Am] turf enfolds us, And [A] we die and [Bb] none can tell them where we died.
We [Dm] are poor little [G] lambs, who've [Am] lost our way, [D] [Gm] Ba, ba, [Em] _ [A] ba,
_ [Dm] We're a little black sheep, who've [Am] gone astray, Ba, _
_ [Dm] ba, ba,
Gentlemen rank [Am] as Elks on the spree, [F] Damned from here [C] to [Am] eternity, _ [D] God have mercy [E] on [Am] such as we.
[C] Ba, [Am]
ya, [Bb] ba,
_ _ [C] Ba, _
[Am] _ ya, [D] ba, _ _ _
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