Chords for The Full English - Arthur O'Bradley at Folk Awards 2014

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Oh, Susan, _ _ _
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listen a while, if ever you wish but to smile, or hear a true story of [Em] old,
[G] attend to what [A] I do unfold.
Of Belarus, fame did resound through every village and town.
Fun, work, frolic, and [Em] whim, none ever was [A] equal to [C] him.
After being so old and bold, and near upon thirty years old,
his needs, oh, [G] who him must know, to get him a lady, you know.
[C] Getting [G] young on his consent, [C] a way to be married they went,
make himself noble [G] appear, he mounted the old-hearted [D] man.
Oh, Susan, listen a while, if ever you wish [G] but to [D] smile, or hear a true [A] story of [G] old,
attend to what I do [A] unfold.
So he packed up his drudgery hose, and put on his old clothes,
his coat it was scarlet, mindful, and with buttons behind.
He deceived his dad, it was true, but reality all there was blue.
Puffs and capes of green, [Em] the longer [D] the devil would see.
[C] His hat, though greasy and tall, got caught with a feather before.
Under his chin it [G] was tied with a strip from an old cow's hide.
[C] His breeches three times had been turned into oars, and the left side would burn.
This wasn't his fortune, [G] you'd say, still he looked gallant and gay.
[A] As he did away, he did ride, while Dolly did trudge by his side,
and coming up to the church [Em] door amid five [A] thousand or more.
Then from the old mare he did glide, which put the old clerk in a fright.
And the parson stood red, for he shook that he [G] presently dropped down his [C] book.
For in Arthur soon picked up again, and swore that he must have again cried,
Dolly, me dearie, come [G] hither, and let us be married [D] together.
Oh, Susan, listen a while, if ever you wish [G] but to [D] smile, or hear a true [A] story of [G] old,
attend to what [A] I do unfold.
_ The parson is due to discharge without an iffy or reward.
He's sworn no money [Em] he'd have, and [D] for Arthur a lot [A] to give.
To make him a little amends, he invited him home with his friends.
Take a sweet kiss of the bride, [D] and meet a good dead at his side.
[C] Dishes of few are good, the sweetest of all living food.
There was a raw skinny pig, and a [G] phantom sheep, set strewed in a [Am] lamp-tarp.
Two [A] cask-heap tenderloin strats, with a foreign high-leg, ever not so lamp-fish.
Lipids and [G] dabs, grey fish, [D] cockles and [C] crabs, red hens, and sprats by the dirt,
and a feast, all his uncles and cousins, who were so well pleased with the [G] treat.
Heartily [D] they did all eat.
Come, let us [A] listen a while, [D] if ever you wish but to smile,
hear a true [A] story of [G] old, attend to what [A] I do unfold. _
And gasping, well satisfied, the dishes were laid on one side,
and Arthur, to make their hearts merry, brought [Em] ale, ale, pork, and [A] a parry.
Give us a dance, football, come, Geoffrey, and play us mad malt.
It's time to be merry [C] and frisky, [G] but first [A] let us have some more [C] whiskey.
Lilly me love, me love me, dabby down, dilly me dub, me everything,
love [G] me wife, I never so pleased in me life.
[C] They pipe as they screwed up the vats, and the girls began shaking their ass.
Some only one [G] leg got gotten, and that which they had, it was [Am] rotten.
The parson led off from the toss, some danced while the [D] others did hop.
There was [Am] lead up and down, figurine, [G] cross-pants, and then back again.
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Dancing they spent the whole night, till freedom disappeared in their sight.
Then each took a kiss for the [G] bride, and hopped on to his own _
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