Chords for The Houghton Weavers - 'Sit Thi Deawn' - "Marksman Sam"
Tempo:
150 bpm
Chords used:
G
Ab
Gm
Bb
Fm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[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.
[N]
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.
[N]
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.
[N]
[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.
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.
[N]
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.
[N]
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.
[N]
[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.
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[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.
[N] _
_ _ 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.
[N] _ _ _
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.
_ _ _ [N] _
[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. _
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.
[N] _
_ _ 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.
[N] _ _ _
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.
_ _ _ [N] _
[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. _