The Infantry Chords by Bobby Horton
Tempo:
100.3 bpm
Chords used:
F
D
A#
Dm
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Our army is a motley crew, in dress and armor, duties too.
And each and all I love to see, though most I prize the infantry.
In tented field and ladies' bower, alike they shine, all fear their power.
Though other corps are dear [F] to me, yet most I love the infantry.
The infantry, the [D] infantry, who would not love the infantry?
Though other corps are dear to me, yet most I love [A#] the infantry.
The engineer with science crowned, in action traces out the ground.
Artillery at a distance play, and [F] troopers often clear the way.
A skirmish sharp, a pistol shot, the quick retreat in rapid trot.
The foe advances, gliding free, who meets them now?
The infantry.
The infantry, [Dm] the infantry, who [G] would not love the infantry?
Though other corps are [N] dear to me, yet most I love the infantry.
And see the gallant hosts move on, [F] their bayonets glittering in the sun.
On, on it holds its glorious way, though death shots madly round it play.
Their comrades slain, their banners torn, those noble hearts still proudly form.
And hark [Cm] a shout, tis victory, [F#] who would not love the infantry?
The infantry, the infantry, who would not [Gm] love the infantry?
Though other corps are dear to me, yet most I love [C] the infantry.
And each and all I love to see, though most I prize the infantry.
In tented field and ladies' bower, alike they shine, all fear their power.
Though other corps are dear [F] to me, yet most I love the infantry.
The infantry, the [D] infantry, who would not love the infantry?
Though other corps are dear to me, yet most I love [A#] the infantry.
The engineer with science crowned, in action traces out the ground.
Artillery at a distance play, and [F] troopers often clear the way.
A skirmish sharp, a pistol shot, the quick retreat in rapid trot.
The foe advances, gliding free, who meets them now?
The infantry.
The infantry, [Dm] the infantry, who [G] would not love the infantry?
Though other corps are [N] dear to me, yet most I love the infantry.
And see the gallant hosts move on, [F] their bayonets glittering in the sun.
On, on it holds its glorious way, though death shots madly round it play.
Their comrades slain, their banners torn, those noble hearts still proudly form.
And hark [Cm] a shout, tis victory, [F#] who would not love the infantry?
The infantry, the infantry, who would not [Gm] love the infantry?
Though other corps are dear to me, yet most I love [C] the infantry.
Key:
F
D
A#
Dm
G
F
D
A#
Our army is a motley crew, in dress and armor, duties too.
And each and all I love to see, though most I prize the infantry.
In tented field and ladies' bower, alike they shine, all fear their power.
Though other corps are dear [F] to me, yet most I love the infantry.
The infantry, the [D] infantry, who would not love the infantry?
Though other corps are dear to me, yet most I love [A#] the infantry.
The engineer with science crowned, in action traces out the ground.
Artillery at a distance play, and [F] troopers often clear the way.
A skirmish sharp, a pistol shot, the quick retreat in rapid trot.
The foe advances, gliding free, who meets them now?
The infantry.
The infantry, [Dm] the infantry, who [G] would not love the infantry?
Though other corps are [N] dear to me, yet most I love the infantry.
And see the gallant hosts move on, [F] their bayonets glittering in the sun.
On, on it holds its glorious way, though death shots madly round it play.
Their comrades slain, their banners torn, those noble hearts still proudly form.
And hark [Cm] a shout, tis victory, [F#] who would not love the infantry?
The infantry, the infantry, who would not [Gm] love the infantry?
Though other corps are dear to me, yet most I love [C] the infantry. _ _ _ _ _
And each and all I love to see, though most I prize the infantry.
In tented field and ladies' bower, alike they shine, all fear their power.
Though other corps are dear [F] to me, yet most I love the infantry.
The infantry, the [D] infantry, who would not love the infantry?
Though other corps are dear to me, yet most I love [A#] the infantry.
The engineer with science crowned, in action traces out the ground.
Artillery at a distance play, and [F] troopers often clear the way.
A skirmish sharp, a pistol shot, the quick retreat in rapid trot.
The foe advances, gliding free, who meets them now?
The infantry.
The infantry, [Dm] the infantry, who [G] would not love the infantry?
Though other corps are [N] dear to me, yet most I love the infantry.
And see the gallant hosts move on, [F] their bayonets glittering in the sun.
On, on it holds its glorious way, though death shots madly round it play.
Their comrades slain, their banners torn, those noble hearts still proudly form.
And hark [Cm] a shout, tis victory, [F#] who would not love the infantry?
The infantry, the infantry, who would not [Gm] love the infantry?
Though other corps are dear to me, yet most I love [C] the infantry. _ _ _ _ _
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