Chords for The Houghton Weavers - 'Sit Thi Deawn' - "Marksman Sam"

[N] _ When Sam Small joined the regiment, [G] he were nought but a raw recruit.
And they marched him away one wintry day, his musket course to shoot.
_ They woke him up at crack of dawn, with many a nudge and shake.
He were [Fm] dreaming that Sergeant had broke [G] his neck, and he didn't want to wake.
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_ _ Colonel Bird, he came on [G] parade, and chided the lads for mooning.
He talked in a voice like a pound of plums.
His [Gm] tonsils needed pruning.
_ [N] _ _ Move to the right by fours, he [Bb] said, crisp like, [G] but more severe.
But Sam didn't know he's right from his left, [Ab] so pretended he didn't hear.
[N] _ _ [G] Said Lieutenant, [N] _
[G] Sergeant, _ take that men's name.
The Sergeant took [Bb] out his pencil.
[G] He were getting ashamed of taking Sam's name, and were thinking of cutting a stencil.
_ _ _ Sam carried a musket, a knapsack, a coat, spur boots that he'd managed to [Ab] wangle.
An [G] hatchet and spade, in fact, as Sam said, it got everything but kitchen mandle.
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Much easy, [Gm] _ Lieutenant cried, [G] as the musket range drew near.
_ Much easy, me blushing ain't funny, said Sam, with no chance we all this here.
[N] _ _ When they told him [Ab] to fire at 500 yards, [G]
Sam nearly had a fit,
for a six foot wall of the albatol were all he were likely to eat.
[N] _ _ [G] He fitted a cork in his musket end to keep his powder dry,
and he didn't remember to take it out the first time he let fly.
_ _ His gun went off with a kind of a pop. _
_ _ _ Where his bullet went, no one knew, but next day they spoke of a tinker [Bb] bloke being killed [G] by a cork near Clu. _
_ _ _ _ At 300 yards, Sam shut his eyes and took a careful aim.
He failed to score, but the market swore and walked away quite lame. _
_ _ At 200 yards, Sam fired so wild that the sergeant feared for his skin,
and the lads all cleared into neighbouring field and started to dig themselves in. _
[N] _ _ [G] Oh, sergeant, _ [Gm] I hear a scraping [Ab] noise, said Sam, what can it be?
[G] The noise that he heard were Colonel [F] Bird who were climbing [G] the nearest tree.
_ _ Oh, sergeant, said Sam, I bit the bull, what price, me shoot it now?
Said the [Fm] sergeant, a bull, you gormless [G] poo, you isn't a bull, it's a cow.
_ _ _ _ _ At 50 yards, his musket ticked and went off with a noise like a blizzard,
and down came a crow looking fur [Gm] surprised with a ramrod straight through his gizzard.
_ _ [G]
As he loaded his musket to fire again, said sergeant, don't waste shot,
you best fix your bayonets and charge me lad, it's the only chance you've got.
[N] _ _ [G] Sam kept loading his gun while the sergeant spoke, till the bullets [Ab] peeped out of the [G] muzzle,
when all of a sudden it went off, bang, what made it go off were a puzzle.
[N] _ _ [G] The bullets [Ab] flew out in a kind of a spray, and [G] everything around got peppered.
When they counted his score, he'd ate bull's eyes.
Four magpies, two lambs and a shepherd.
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[G] And the [Gm] sergeant for this got the DCM, _ and lieutenant an OBE,
and colonel bird got the DSO, and Sam got five days CB. _