Chords for The Roman Centurion's Song (feat. Joe Bethancourt)

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Legate, [C] I heard [G] the news [Em] last night, [F] my [G] cohort [Am] ordered home.
[C] I ships to [G] Portus _ [Em] Aetius, [F] and then [G] spy-road [A] to Rome.
[Am] _ [C] I've marched [D] the _ [E] companies [Am] aboard, [Dm] the arms are stowed [E] below.
_ [Am] Now let [C] another [G] take [Em] my [F] sword, command [G] me not [Am] to go. _ _ _
_ _ I've served [C] in Britain [Gm]
forty [E] years, [F] from the [G] weqtis to [A] the wall.
[Am] _ [C] I have no [G] other home [Em] than this, [F] nor [G] any life [Am] at all.
[C] Last night [D] I did [E] not [Am] understand, [Dm] but now [F] the hour [E] draws near.
[Am] That calls [C] me to [G] my native land, [F] I feel [G] that land [Am] is here. _ _ _ _ _
Here [C] where men say [G] my name [Em] was made, [F] here where [G] my work [Am] was done.
_ [C] Here where my [G] dearest dead [Em] are laid, [F] my wife [G] and [Am] only son.
_ [C] Here where [D] time, custom, [E] grief [Am] and toil, [Dm] age, memory, [F] service, [E] love,
_ [Am] have rooted [C] me [G] in British [Em] soil.
[F]
How [Em] can I [Am] remove?
_ _ [Dm] _
_ _ [Am] For me, [C] this land, [G] that sea, [Em] these airs, [F] those oak [G] and fields [Am]
suffice.
_ [C] What purple southern [G]
pomp [Em] can match [F] our [G] changeful northern [Am] _
skies?
[C] Black with [D] December _ [E]
snows, [Am] unshed [Dm] or [F] pearled with [E] August haze.
_ [Am] The clanging [C] arch [G] of steel [Em] grey March, [F] or June's [G] long [Am] lighted _ days.
_ _ _ [B] You'll take [C] the old [G] Aurelian [Em] road [F] through shore [G] descending [Am] pines.
_ Where blue as [G] any [Em] peacock's neck, [F] the [Em] Tyrrhenian ocean [Am] _ shines.
You [C] will go [D] where [E] laurel crowns [Am] are won, [Dm] but will [F] you ever [E] forget
_ [C] the scent of [G] hawthorn in [Em] the sun [F] or [G] bracken in [Am] the wet? _ _
_ _ Let me [C] work here [G] for [Em] Britain's sake, [F] at any [G] task [Am] you will.
A [C] marsh to drain, [G] a road to [Em] make, [F] or native [G] troops to [Am]
drill.
_ Some western [D] camp [E] I know the [Am] Pict [Dm] or [F] granite [E] border keep.
[Am] Mid-seas of heather [G] _
[Em] derelict, [F] where our [G] old mess [A]-mates [Am] sleep.
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_ _ _ Legate, I come [G] to you [Em] in tears, [F] my [G] cohort [Am] parted home.
[C] I've served in [G] Britain forty [Em] years, [F] what would [G] I do [Am] in Rome?
_ [C] Here is [D] my heart, [E] my soul, [Am] my mind, [Dm] the [F] only [E] life I know.
_ [Am] I [C] cannot leave [G]
it [Em] all behind, command [G] me not [Am] to go.
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