When Margaret Was Eleven Chords by The Dubliners
Tempo:
121.5 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
B
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[A] [E]
[C#m] My [E] [A]
[E]
[B]
[A] [E]
father said farewell, and [C#m] the band played tunes [B] of [E] glory.
[A] A giant man [E] with ribbons and bedeviled [B] dignity,
[A] A [E] regimental sergeant, [A] the backbone of [E] the empire,
[A] For God and the righteous, [E] glory bound [B] for high [E] Germany.
Sweet Lord, I was [B] just seven [A] when Margaret was [E]
eleven.
[A] They served us war [E] for breakfast and soldiers' songs [B] for tea.
[A] Your father's gun [E]
campaigning [A] was a way of not [E]
explaining
That [A] soldiers are [E] the living proof [B] of our [E]
inhumanity.
My childhood passed away amidst [C#m] the tales and loaded [B] [E] stories
[A] Of manufactured [E]
glories and inhuman [B] gallantry.
[A] I asked when is [E] war over, [A] but no one deemed [E] to answer me,
[A] And Margaret played [E] that dreaded tune [B] called High Germany.
[E]
Sweet Lord, I was [B] just seven [A] when Margaret [E] was eleven.
[A] They served us war [E] for breakfast and soldiers' [B] songs for tea.
[A] Your father's gun [E]
campaigning [A] was a way of not [E] explaining
[A] That soldiers are [E] the living proof [B] of our [E] inhumanity.
[A] [E]
[C#m] [E] [A]
[E]
[B] [A]
[E] My father made it home, [C#m] but he came without [B] his [E] reason.
[A] To eyes of molten [E] madness, a senseless [B] fool of war,
[A] He's just a child, my [E] mother cried, [A] to be dressed in full [E] regalia
And [A] paraded as [E] a hero home [B] from High [E] Germany.
Sweet Lord, I was [B] just seven [A] when Margaret was [E] eleven.
[A] They served us war [E] for breakfast and soldiers' songs [B] for tea.
[A] Your father's gun [E] campaigning [A] was a way of not [E] explaining
[A] That soldiers are [E] the living proof [B] of our [E] inhumanity.
[A] There'll be no tunes [E] of glory for [B] Margaret and me.
[E]
[C#m] My [E] [A]
[E]
[B]
[A] [E]
father said farewell, and [C#m] the band played tunes [B] of [E] glory.
[A] A giant man [E] with ribbons and bedeviled [B] dignity,
[A] A [E] regimental sergeant, [A] the backbone of [E] the empire,
[A] For God and the righteous, [E] glory bound [B] for high [E] Germany.
Sweet Lord, I was [B] just seven [A] when Margaret was [E]
eleven.
[A] They served us war [E] for breakfast and soldiers' songs [B] for tea.
[A] Your father's gun [E]
campaigning [A] was a way of not [E]
explaining
That [A] soldiers are [E] the living proof [B] of our [E]
inhumanity.
My childhood passed away amidst [C#m] the tales and loaded [B] [E] stories
[A] Of manufactured [E]
glories and inhuman [B] gallantry.
[A] I asked when is [E] war over, [A] but no one deemed [E] to answer me,
[A] And Margaret played [E] that dreaded tune [B] called High Germany.
[E]
Sweet Lord, I was [B] just seven [A] when Margaret [E] was eleven.
[A] They served us war [E] for breakfast and soldiers' [B] songs for tea.
[A] Your father's gun [E]
campaigning [A] was a way of not [E] explaining
[A] That soldiers are [E] the living proof [B] of our [E] inhumanity.
[A] [E]
[C#m] [E] [A]
[E]
[B] [A]
[E] My father made it home, [C#m] but he came without [B] his [E] reason.
[A] To eyes of molten [E] madness, a senseless [B] fool of war,
[A] He's just a child, my [E] mother cried, [A] to be dressed in full [E] regalia
And [A] paraded as [E] a hero home [B] from High [E] Germany.
Sweet Lord, I was [B] just seven [A] when Margaret was [E] eleven.
[A] They served us war [E] for breakfast and soldiers' songs [B] for tea.
[A] Your father's gun [E] campaigning [A] was a way of not [E] explaining
[A] That soldiers are [E] the living proof [B] of our [E] inhumanity.
[A] There'll be no tunes [E] of glory for [B] Margaret and me.
[E]
Key:
E
A
B
C#m
E
A
B
C#m
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ [C#m] My [E] _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
father said farewell, _ and [C#m] the band played tunes [B] of [E] glory. _
_ [A] A giant man [E] with ribbons and bedeviled _ [B] dignity,
_ [A] A _ _ [E] regimental sergeant, [A] the backbone of [E] the empire,
[A] For God and the righteous, [E] glory bound [B] for high [E] Germany. _
_ Sweet Lord, I was [B] just seven _ [A] when Margaret was [E]
eleven.
_ [A] They served us war [E] for breakfast _ and soldiers' songs [B] for tea.
_ [A] Your father's gun [E]
campaigning _ [A] was a way of not [E]
explaining
_ That [A] soldiers are [E] the living proof [B] of our _ _ [E]
inhumanity. _ _ _ _ _ _
My childhood passed away amidst [C#m] the tales and loaded [B] _ [E] stories _
_ _ [A] _ _ Of manufactured [E] _
glories and inhuman _ [B] gallantry. _
_ [A] I asked when is [E] war over, _ [A] but no one deemed [E] to answer me,
[A] And Margaret played [E] that dreaded tune [B] called High Germany.
[E] _ _
_ Sweet Lord, I was [B] just seven _ [A] when Margaret _ [E] was eleven.
_ [A] They served us war [E] for breakfast and soldiers' [B] songs for tea.
_ [A] Your father's gun [E] _
campaigning [A] was a way of not [E] explaining
_ [A] That soldiers are [E] the living proof [B] of our _ _ [E] inhumanity.
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [C#m] _ _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ My father made it home, _ [C#m] but he came without [B] his _ [E] reason. _
[A] To eyes of molten [E] _ madness, a senseless [B] fool of war,
[A] He's just a child, my [E] mother cried, [A] to be dressed in full [E] regalia _
And [A] paraded _ as [E] a hero home [B] from High _ [E] Germany. _
_ Sweet Lord, I was [B] just seven _ [A] when Margaret was [E] eleven.
_ [A] They served us war [E] for breakfast _ and soldiers' songs [B] for tea.
_ [A] Your father's gun [E] campaigning _ [A] was a way of not [E] explaining
_ [A] That soldiers are [E] the living proof [B] of our _ _ [E] inhumanity. _
_ [A] There'll be no tunes [E] of glory _ for [B] Margaret _ and me.
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#m] My [E] _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
father said farewell, _ and [C#m] the band played tunes [B] of [E] glory. _
_ [A] A giant man [E] with ribbons and bedeviled _ [B] dignity,
_ [A] A _ _ [E] regimental sergeant, [A] the backbone of [E] the empire,
[A] For God and the righteous, [E] glory bound [B] for high [E] Germany. _
_ Sweet Lord, I was [B] just seven _ [A] when Margaret was [E]
eleven.
_ [A] They served us war [E] for breakfast _ and soldiers' songs [B] for tea.
_ [A] Your father's gun [E]
campaigning _ [A] was a way of not [E]
explaining
_ That [A] soldiers are [E] the living proof [B] of our _ _ [E]
inhumanity. _ _ _ _ _ _
My childhood passed away amidst [C#m] the tales and loaded [B] _ [E] stories _
_ _ [A] _ _ Of manufactured [E] _
glories and inhuman _ [B] gallantry. _
_ [A] I asked when is [E] war over, _ [A] but no one deemed [E] to answer me,
[A] And Margaret played [E] that dreaded tune [B] called High Germany.
[E] _ _
_ Sweet Lord, I was [B] just seven _ [A] when Margaret _ [E] was eleven.
_ [A] They served us war [E] for breakfast and soldiers' [B] songs for tea.
_ [A] Your father's gun [E] _
campaigning [A] was a way of not [E] explaining
_ [A] That soldiers are [E] the living proof [B] of our _ _ [E] inhumanity.
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [C#m] _ _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ My father made it home, _ [C#m] but he came without [B] his _ [E] reason. _
[A] To eyes of molten [E] _ madness, a senseless [B] fool of war,
[A] He's just a child, my [E] mother cried, [A] to be dressed in full [E] regalia _
And [A] paraded _ as [E] a hero home [B] from High _ [E] Germany. _
_ Sweet Lord, I was [B] just seven _ [A] when Margaret was [E] eleven.
_ [A] They served us war [E] for breakfast _ and soldiers' songs [B] for tea.
_ [A] Your father's gun [E] campaigning _ [A] was a way of not [E] explaining
_ [A] That soldiers are [E] the living proof [B] of our _ _ [E] inhumanity. _
_ [A] There'll be no tunes [E] of glory _ for [B] Margaret _ and me.
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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