Chords for Show of Hands - 'Breme' (The Long Way Home)

[Bb] _ [A] _ [G] He shall be [Gm] heard, _ _ [G] heard, _ _ [Gm] general.
_ [G] _ _ Mold shall [Gm] demand, _ [G] the Ur-Marien riddle us.
_ Of our [Bb] own will [C] we [G] poke the [D] field,
[Gm] Our spears [Bb] like stands [Cm] of [G] pine.
[D] _ [G] The [Bb] battle we [Cm] reshield to [D] shield,
We vowed to hold the line.
_ [G] Far to [Bb] the north [C] we had put to [D] flight,
[G] An [Bb] army twice [C] this [D]
size.
[G] But marching [Bb] south [C] three days [D] a night,
Till we heard the Norman _ _ [Gm] cries.
For aim of [C] felled [Gm] Hastings,
And [Bb] under [C] bitter _ [A] skies,
_ [Gm] Pierced by the [C] cruelest, [Dm] blackest rain,
The [F] heart of [Gm] England lies.
[Dm] The heart of England [Eb] _ _
lies.
_ _ _ [G] In hearth [Bb] and home [C] and family,
[D] _ [G] We had [Bb]
welcome fires [G] to [D] burn.
[G] But they'd burnt [Bb] their boats [C] behind [D] them,
No hope of safe _ return.
[G] Now beaten [Bb] down [C] and broken,
[D] _ [Gm] We are driven [Bb] from [C] our [D] walls.
[G] And the [D] foreign [Bb] tongue [Gm] is spoken [D] now,
Within our Saxon _ walls.
[G] For [Gm] aim of felled [D] Hastings,
[Gm] And under bitter _ [D] skies,
_ [G] Pierced [Bb] by the [C] cruelest, [D] blackest rain,
[F] The heart of [Eb] England lies.
[F] The heart of [Eb] England _ lies. _ _
_ [G] _ _ Heed you shall be hard,
_ _ _ Hurt, the gentle,
[Gm] _ _ [G] _ Mold shall be marred,
_ The poor of Marian little. _
_ In [Bb] forest taken [C] by [D] the crown,
[G] We [Bb] hunt our [C] game in _
[D] fear.
[G] For [Bb] if we're [C] found, they'll [D] ride us down,
And trap like common deer.
_ [Gm] From castle gates their [D] lords hand [G] down,
The [Bb] edicts [C] of the [D] king.
[G] Now in [Gm] every shire and [D] county town,
In bondage now we _ _ [Gm] say.
For aim of [C] felled Hastings,
[Gm] _ And under _ bitter [D] skies,
_ [G] _ [Bb] Pierced by the [C] cruelest, [Dm] blackest rain,
[F] The heart of [Eb] England _ lies.
[Gm] _ For aim of felled Hastings,
And under bitter _ [D] skies,
_ [Gm] Pierced by the [C] cruelest, [Dm] blackest rain,
The heart [Gm] of England [Eb] _
lies.
[G] The heart of [Gm] England lies.
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