Chords for The Young'uns - A Place Called England - Hartlepool Folk Festival
Tempo:
116.35 bpm
Chords used:
Gb
F
Bb
Db
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Go, three!
I rode out on a bright May morning like a hero in a song
Looking for a place called England, trying to find where I belong
Couldn't find the Auckland [Gb] meadow or the house that I once knew
No trace of the little [Gb] river or the garden where I grew
[Eb] But I saw town and I saw country, [F] bought away and sink estate
Rich man in his [N] rolling acres, poor man still outside the gate
[Bb] Retail park and Burger King, Gerber, Herringfield and Factory Farm
Run by men who think that England's just a place to [Ab] park their car
But as the [Db] train pulled from [Gm] the station through the wastelands of despair
[B] From the corner of my eye, a brightness [Bb] filled the filthy air
Someone's grown a patch of sunflowers, thorned a silence of evil lack
Manic halls and a [Gb] fugue to martyrs right beside the railway track
[Db] Town behind the tellest houses, [Bb] in between the concrete towers
Compost heaps of scarlet runners, secret gardens full of [Db] flowers
Meet a groves of scented roses right [Bb] beneath the big Jack's [Gb] path
Been a fortune for a garden, I only turned to win a lot
[D] So rise up George and wiggle [Gm] Martha, time [Dm] to rouse out from your sleep
[G]
Deck the [C] horse with sea green ribbons, drag the [Ebm] old sod from the deep
Hover like a divot, Daniel, as they tunnel through the clay
While the [Eb] Ork in all its glory soaks up sun for one more [F] day
And come all you at home with freedom, whatever the land that gave you birth
There's room for you, both root [Bb] and branch, as long as you [Eb] love English earth
Roof of all and group we're all keen, root for all to grow and thrive
[C] Just as root for the rich landowner, he can stay [Ab] in the virgin isles
For [A] England is not a flag or [F] empire, it's not money, it's not blood
It's limestone gorge and granite fells, it's wilton clay and severed wood
[Bbm] Blackbeards singing from the May tree, like ascending through the [N] scales
No man watching from your spade, an English earth beneath your veils
So these two cheers for a place called England, so abused but not yet dead
A [F] Mr Harding [Eb] sort of England, hanging [Db] in there by a thread
[F] Here's to cheers [Ebm] for the crazy diggers, now their arse shall cover out
[Db] We shall mark [Gb] the seat they saved us, commonwealth [Bbm] and common [Dm]
[Gb] ground
[N]
I rode out on a bright May morning like a hero in a song
Looking for a place called England, trying to find where I belong
Couldn't find the Auckland [Gb] meadow or the house that I once knew
No trace of the little [Gb] river or the garden where I grew
[Eb] But I saw town and I saw country, [F] bought away and sink estate
Rich man in his [N] rolling acres, poor man still outside the gate
[Bb] Retail park and Burger King, Gerber, Herringfield and Factory Farm
Run by men who think that England's just a place to [Ab] park their car
But as the [Db] train pulled from [Gm] the station through the wastelands of despair
[B] From the corner of my eye, a brightness [Bb] filled the filthy air
Someone's grown a patch of sunflowers, thorned a silence of evil lack
Manic halls and a [Gb] fugue to martyrs right beside the railway track
[Db] Town behind the tellest houses, [Bb] in between the concrete towers
Compost heaps of scarlet runners, secret gardens full of [Db] flowers
Meet a groves of scented roses right [Bb] beneath the big Jack's [Gb] path
Been a fortune for a garden, I only turned to win a lot
[D] So rise up George and wiggle [Gm] Martha, time [Dm] to rouse out from your sleep
[G]
Deck the [C] horse with sea green ribbons, drag the [Ebm] old sod from the deep
Hover like a divot, Daniel, as they tunnel through the clay
While the [Eb] Ork in all its glory soaks up sun for one more [F] day
And come all you at home with freedom, whatever the land that gave you birth
There's room for you, both root [Bb] and branch, as long as you [Eb] love English earth
Roof of all and group we're all keen, root for all to grow and thrive
[C] Just as root for the rich landowner, he can stay [Ab] in the virgin isles
For [A] England is not a flag or [F] empire, it's not money, it's not blood
It's limestone gorge and granite fells, it's wilton clay and severed wood
[Bbm] Blackbeards singing from the May tree, like ascending through the [N] scales
No man watching from your spade, an English earth beneath your veils
So these two cheers for a place called England, so abused but not yet dead
A [F] Mr Harding [Eb] sort of England, hanging [Db] in there by a thread
[F] Here's to cheers [Ebm] for the crazy diggers, now their arse shall cover out
[Db] We shall mark [Gb] the seat they saved us, commonwealth [Bbm] and common [Dm]
[Gb] ground
[N]
Key:
Gb
F
Bb
Db
Eb
Gb
F
Bb
_ Go, three!
I rode out on a bright May morning like a hero in a song
Looking for a place called England, trying to find where I belong
Couldn't find the Auckland [Gb] meadow or the house that I once knew
No trace of the little [Gb] river or the garden where I grew
[Eb] But I saw town and I saw country, [F] bought away and sink estate
Rich man in his [N] rolling acres, poor man still outside the gate
[Bb] Retail park and Burger King, Gerber, Herringfield and Factory Farm
Run by men who think that England's just a place to [Ab] park their car
But as the [Db] train pulled from [Gm] the station through the wastelands of despair
[B] From the corner of my eye, a brightness [Bb] filled the filthy air
Someone's grown a patch of sunflowers, thorned a silence of evil lack
Manic halls and a [Gb] fugue to martyrs right beside the railway track
[Db] Town behind the tellest houses, [Bb] in between the concrete towers
Compost heaps of scarlet runners, secret gardens full of [Db] flowers
Meet a groves of scented roses right [Bb] beneath the big Jack's [Gb] path
Been a fortune for a garden, I only turned to win a lot
[D] So rise up George and wiggle [Gm] Martha, time [Dm] to rouse out from your sleep
[G]
Deck the [C] horse with sea green ribbons, drag the [Ebm] old sod from the deep
Hover like a divot, Daniel, as they tunnel through the clay
While the [Eb] Ork in all its glory soaks up sun for one more _ [F] day
And come all you at home with freedom, whatever the land that gave you birth
There's room for you, both root [Bb] and branch, as long as you [Eb] love English earth
Roof of all and group we're all keen, root for all to grow and thrive
[C] Just as root for the rich landowner, he can stay [Ab] in the virgin _ isles
For [A] England is not a flag or [F] empire, it's not money, it's not blood
It's limestone gorge and granite fells, it's wilton clay and severed wood
[Bbm] Blackbeards singing from the May tree, like ascending through the [N] scales
No man watching from your spade, an English earth beneath your veils
So these two cheers for a place called England, so abused but not yet dead
A [F] Mr Harding [Eb] sort of England, hanging [Db] in there by a thread
[F] Here's to cheers [Ebm] for the crazy diggers, now their arse shall cover out
[Db] We shall mark [Gb] the seat they saved us, commonwealth _ _ [Bbm] and _ common [Dm] _
_ [Gb] ground
_ _ _ _ [N] _
I rode out on a bright May morning like a hero in a song
Looking for a place called England, trying to find where I belong
Couldn't find the Auckland [Gb] meadow or the house that I once knew
No trace of the little [Gb] river or the garden where I grew
[Eb] But I saw town and I saw country, [F] bought away and sink estate
Rich man in his [N] rolling acres, poor man still outside the gate
[Bb] Retail park and Burger King, Gerber, Herringfield and Factory Farm
Run by men who think that England's just a place to [Ab] park their car
But as the [Db] train pulled from [Gm] the station through the wastelands of despair
[B] From the corner of my eye, a brightness [Bb] filled the filthy air
Someone's grown a patch of sunflowers, thorned a silence of evil lack
Manic halls and a [Gb] fugue to martyrs right beside the railway track
[Db] Town behind the tellest houses, [Bb] in between the concrete towers
Compost heaps of scarlet runners, secret gardens full of [Db] flowers
Meet a groves of scented roses right [Bb] beneath the big Jack's [Gb] path
Been a fortune for a garden, I only turned to win a lot
[D] So rise up George and wiggle [Gm] Martha, time [Dm] to rouse out from your sleep
[G]
Deck the [C] horse with sea green ribbons, drag the [Ebm] old sod from the deep
Hover like a divot, Daniel, as they tunnel through the clay
While the [Eb] Ork in all its glory soaks up sun for one more _ [F] day
And come all you at home with freedom, whatever the land that gave you birth
There's room for you, both root [Bb] and branch, as long as you [Eb] love English earth
Roof of all and group we're all keen, root for all to grow and thrive
[C] Just as root for the rich landowner, he can stay [Ab] in the virgin _ isles
For [A] England is not a flag or [F] empire, it's not money, it's not blood
It's limestone gorge and granite fells, it's wilton clay and severed wood
[Bbm] Blackbeards singing from the May tree, like ascending through the [N] scales
No man watching from your spade, an English earth beneath your veils
So these two cheers for a place called England, so abused but not yet dead
A [F] Mr Harding [Eb] sort of England, hanging [Db] in there by a thread
[F] Here's to cheers [Ebm] for the crazy diggers, now their arse shall cover out
[Db] We shall mark [Gb] the seat they saved us, commonwealth _ _ [Bbm] and _ common [Dm] _
_ [Gb] ground
_ _ _ _ [N] _
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