The Cruel Wars Chords by The Dreadnoughts
Tempo:
100 bpm
Chords used:
B
Bb
Cm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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A recruitin' sergeant came away from an inn near town at the close of day
He said, my Johnny, you're a fine young man, would you like to march along behind a military band?
With a scarlet coat and a fine cocked hat and a musket at your shoulder
The shillin' he took and he kissed the book, oh poor Johnny, what'll happen to ya?
The recruitin' sergeant marched away from the inn near town at the break of day
Johnny came to with half a ring, he was off to be a soldier to go fightin' for the king
In a far off war, in a far off land, to face the foreign soldier
But how will you fare when there's lead in the air, oh poor Johnny, what'll happen to ya?
Well the sun rose high on a barren land where the thin red line made a military stand
There was slingshot, chainshot, grapeshot too, swords and bayonets thrusting through
Poor Johnny fell, but the day was won and the king is grateful to ya
But your soldiering's done and they're sending you home, oh poor Johnny, what'll happen to ya?
They said he was a hero and not to grieve for the two ruined legs and the empty sleeve
Took him home and they set him down with a military pension and a medal from the crown
But you haven't an arm, you haven't a leg, the enemy nearly slew ya
You'll have to go out in the streets and beg, oh poor Johnny, what'll happen to ya?
The recruitin' sergeant came away from the inn near town at the close of day
He said, my Johnny, you're a fine young man, would you like to march along behind a military band?
With a scarlet coat and a fine cocked hat and a musket at your shoulder
The shell and he took and he kissed the book, oh poor Johnny, what'll happen to ya?
Oh Polly, love, oh Polly, the route has now begun
And we must go a-marching to the beating of a drum
Come dress yourself all in your best and come along with me
I'll take you to the cruel wars in high Germany
Oh Harry, dearest Harry, mind well what I do say
My feet they are so tender and I cannot march away
Besides, my dearest Harry, I am with child by thee
Not fitted for the cruel wars in high Germany
I'll buy you a horse, my love, and on it you shall ride
And all of my delight shall be walking at your side
We'll stop at every alehouse and drink when we are dry
Be true to one another, get married by and by
Oh curse it be the cruel wars, that ever they should rise
And out of Mary England, press many a man likewise
They took her Harry from her likewise, her brothers three
And sent them to the [B] cruel [Bb] wars in high [Cm] Germany
He said, my Johnny, you're a fine young man, would you like to march along behind a military band?
With a scarlet coat and a fine cocked hat and a musket at your shoulder
The shillin' he took and he kissed the book, oh poor Johnny, what'll happen to ya?
The recruitin' sergeant marched away from the inn near town at the break of day
Johnny came to with half a ring, he was off to be a soldier to go fightin' for the king
In a far off war, in a far off land, to face the foreign soldier
But how will you fare when there's lead in the air, oh poor Johnny, what'll happen to ya?
Well the sun rose high on a barren land where the thin red line made a military stand
There was slingshot, chainshot, grapeshot too, swords and bayonets thrusting through
Poor Johnny fell, but the day was won and the king is grateful to ya
But your soldiering's done and they're sending you home, oh poor Johnny, what'll happen to ya?
They said he was a hero and not to grieve for the two ruined legs and the empty sleeve
Took him home and they set him down with a military pension and a medal from the crown
But you haven't an arm, you haven't a leg, the enemy nearly slew ya
You'll have to go out in the streets and beg, oh poor Johnny, what'll happen to ya?
The recruitin' sergeant came away from the inn near town at the close of day
He said, my Johnny, you're a fine young man, would you like to march along behind a military band?
With a scarlet coat and a fine cocked hat and a musket at your shoulder
The shell and he took and he kissed the book, oh poor Johnny, what'll happen to ya?
Oh Polly, love, oh Polly, the route has now begun
And we must go a-marching to the beating of a drum
Come dress yourself all in your best and come along with me
I'll take you to the cruel wars in high Germany
Oh Harry, dearest Harry, mind well what I do say
My feet they are so tender and I cannot march away
Besides, my dearest Harry, I am with child by thee
Not fitted for the cruel wars in high Germany
I'll buy you a horse, my love, and on it you shall ride
And all of my delight shall be walking at your side
We'll stop at every alehouse and drink when we are dry
Be true to one another, get married by and by
Oh curse it be the cruel wars, that ever they should rise
And out of Mary England, press many a man likewise
They took her Harry from her likewise, her brothers three
And sent them to the [B] cruel [Bb] wars in high [Cm] Germany
Key:
B
Bb
Cm
B
Bb
Cm
B
Bb
A recruitin' sergeant came away from an inn near town at the close of day
He said, my Johnny, you're a fine young man, would you like to march along behind a military band?
With a scarlet coat and a fine cocked hat and a musket at your shoulder
The shillin' he took and he kissed the book, oh poor Johnny, what'll happen to ya? _
The recruitin' sergeant marched away from the inn near town at the break of day
Johnny came to with half a ring, he was off to be a soldier to go fightin' for the king
In a far off war, in a far off land, to face the foreign soldier
But how will you fare when there's lead in the air, oh poor Johnny, what'll happen to ya?
Well the sun rose high on a barren land where the thin red line made a military stand
There was slingshot, chainshot, grapeshot too, swords and bayonets thrusting through
Poor Johnny fell, but the day was won and the king is grateful to ya
But your soldiering's done and they're sending you home, oh poor Johnny, what'll happen to ya?
_ They said he was a hero and not to grieve for the two ruined legs and the empty sleeve
Took him home and they set him down with a military pension and a medal from the crown
But you haven't an arm, you haven't a leg, the enemy nearly slew ya
You'll have to go out in the streets and beg, oh poor Johnny, what'll happen to ya?
The recruitin' sergeant came away from the inn near town at the close of day
He said, my Johnny, you're a fine young man, would you like to march along behind a military band?
With a scarlet coat and a fine cocked hat and a musket at your shoulder
The shell and he took and he kissed the book, oh poor Johnny, what'll happen to ya?
Oh Polly, love, oh Polly, the route has now begun
And we must go a-marching to the beating of a drum
Come dress yourself all in your best and come along with me
I'll take you to the cruel wars in high Germany
_ _ Oh Harry, dearest Harry, mind well what I do say
My feet they are so tender and I cannot march away
Besides, my dearest Harry, I am with child by thee
Not fitted for the cruel wars in high Germany
I'll buy you a horse, my love, and on it you shall ride
And all of my delight shall be walking at your side
We'll stop at every alehouse and drink when we are dry
Be true to one another, get married by and by _
Oh curse it be the cruel wars, that ever they should rise
And out of Mary England, press many a man likewise
They took her Harry from her likewise, her brothers three
And sent them to the [B] cruel _ [Bb] wars in high [Cm] Germany _ _
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He said, my Johnny, you're a fine young man, would you like to march along behind a military band?
With a scarlet coat and a fine cocked hat and a musket at your shoulder
The shillin' he took and he kissed the book, oh poor Johnny, what'll happen to ya? _
The recruitin' sergeant marched away from the inn near town at the break of day
Johnny came to with half a ring, he was off to be a soldier to go fightin' for the king
In a far off war, in a far off land, to face the foreign soldier
But how will you fare when there's lead in the air, oh poor Johnny, what'll happen to ya?
Well the sun rose high on a barren land where the thin red line made a military stand
There was slingshot, chainshot, grapeshot too, swords and bayonets thrusting through
Poor Johnny fell, but the day was won and the king is grateful to ya
But your soldiering's done and they're sending you home, oh poor Johnny, what'll happen to ya?
_ They said he was a hero and not to grieve for the two ruined legs and the empty sleeve
Took him home and they set him down with a military pension and a medal from the crown
But you haven't an arm, you haven't a leg, the enemy nearly slew ya
You'll have to go out in the streets and beg, oh poor Johnny, what'll happen to ya?
The recruitin' sergeant came away from the inn near town at the close of day
He said, my Johnny, you're a fine young man, would you like to march along behind a military band?
With a scarlet coat and a fine cocked hat and a musket at your shoulder
The shell and he took and he kissed the book, oh poor Johnny, what'll happen to ya?
Oh Polly, love, oh Polly, the route has now begun
And we must go a-marching to the beating of a drum
Come dress yourself all in your best and come along with me
I'll take you to the cruel wars in high Germany
_ _ Oh Harry, dearest Harry, mind well what I do say
My feet they are so tender and I cannot march away
Besides, my dearest Harry, I am with child by thee
Not fitted for the cruel wars in high Germany
I'll buy you a horse, my love, and on it you shall ride
And all of my delight shall be walking at your side
We'll stop at every alehouse and drink when we are dry
Be true to one another, get married by and by _
Oh curse it be the cruel wars, that ever they should rise
And out of Mary England, press many a man likewise
They took her Harry from her likewise, her brothers three
And sent them to the [B] cruel _ [Bb] wars in high [Cm] Germany _ _
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