Chords for George Formby plays "Our Sgt. Major" on his uke-banjo

[N] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ Now there's a Sergeant Major, enjoys life while he can.
He proves to all the [Am] ladies he's [B] a soldier and a [E] man.
[A] He sticks out his chest, two [Bm] pillars in his vest, a [E] bolster under his rotunda.
Our Sergeant [A] Major, his medals break our hearts, he won them [Bm] playin' [E] dance.
And while competing, who was cheating?
Our Sergeant [A] Major, he's [C#m] far away the [G#] worst friend [C#m] we've ever had. _
[Bm] When he's far [F#] away, well, we're mighty glad.
[E] _ In the [A] canteen bar, [Bm] you know what sergeants are.
[E] When we've passed out, who's the last out?
Our [A] Sergeant Major, he's got a raucous voice.
[Bm] His language isn't choice, [E] in clink we'd shove him, how we'd love him.
Our Sergeant [A] Major, his weight about he'll throw, the [Bm] wicked so-and-so.
[E] Who'd even smother his own mother?
Our [A] Sergeant Major, [C#m] he's far away the [G#] worst friend [C#m] we've ever had.
_ [Bm] When he's far [F#] away, [Bm] well, we're mighty [E] glad.
[A] How a bewdler goes his rounds, and [E] when the bewdle [B] sounds,
for [E]
everlasting, who's he blastin'?
Our [A] Sergeant Major.
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_ _ [A] Now he makes raw recruits, [Bm] just tremble in their boots.
He [E] calls them slackers who's gone crackers.
Our Sergeant [A] Major, his feet fell off the road, [Bm] no need in pigeon toad.
We'd [E] sooner shoot him than salute him.
Our Sergeant [A] Major, he's far away [G#] the worst friend [C#m] we've ever had.
_ [Bm] When he's far [F#] away, well, [Bm] we're mighty glad.
[E] _
[A] The mascot go be on, so [Bm] big and fat as grow.
_ [E] Wild and warlike, he's far more like our Sergeant Major. _ _ _