When Princes Meet Chords by Tom Paxton
Tempo:
125.95 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
B
F#m
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] [F#] [E]
[A] [E]
[B]
[E] [G#m]
[F#m] [E] When princes meet, [A] the poor little men [E] must tremble.
In [A] judgment's seat, they speak of their wars while great armies [E] assemble.
Their [A] armor shines to shame the sun, they [E] move like gods they do resemble.
All [B] bow their necks to iron feet when princes [E]
meet.
When castles rise, [A] the poor little men [E] must build them.
Charm [A] the skies, they throw up the turret where the great [E] lords will land.
They dig [A] the dungeons from the earth and their [E] brothers, wives and children fill them.
All those [B] below cast down their eyes when [E] castles rise.
God [A] save the king, for he grants us [E] leave to serve him.
[A] His praises sing and grant that we may [E] deserve him.
Who [A] counts the cost, the cattle and men to [E] be lost?
It is no [B] small thing to serve [E] a king.
When kings make war, [A] the poor little men [E] must fight them.
They must do [A]
more, they hold out their necks for great lords [E] swords to bite them.
The [A] sons of lords cleave through their ranks in the hopes [E] some warrior king might knight them.
It's what [B] the poor little men are for when kings [E] make war.
Ride your cattle [A] through the woods [F#m] Francois, [E] the lord is looking your way.
[A]
Hide your women and your goods Francois, they're coming around [E] to meet you play.
[A] Hide if you can't, poor little man, [E] think of [B] a prayer you [E] say.
[B] Hide if you can't, poor little [E] man, think of a prayer you say.
God save [A] the king, for he grants us leave [E] to serve him.
His [A] praises sing and grant that we may [E] deserve him.
Who [A] counts the cost, the cattle and men to [E] be lost?
It is no [B] small thing to [E] serve a king.
When kings make war, [A] the poor little men [E] must fight them.
They must [A] do more, they hold out their necks for great lords swords [E] to bite them.
The sons of [A] lords cleave through their ranks in the hopes [E] some warrior king might knight them.
It's what the [B] poor little men are for when kings [E] make war.
It's what [B] the poor little men are for when kings make war.
[E]
[A] [E]
[B]
[E] [G#m]
[F#m] [E] When princes meet, [A] the poor little men [E] must tremble.
In [A] judgment's seat, they speak of their wars while great armies [E] assemble.
Their [A] armor shines to shame the sun, they [E] move like gods they do resemble.
All [B] bow their necks to iron feet when princes [E]
meet.
When castles rise, [A] the poor little men [E] must build them.
Charm [A] the skies, they throw up the turret where the great [E] lords will land.
They dig [A] the dungeons from the earth and their [E] brothers, wives and children fill them.
All those [B] below cast down their eyes when [E] castles rise.
God [A] save the king, for he grants us [E] leave to serve him.
[A] His praises sing and grant that we may [E] deserve him.
Who [A] counts the cost, the cattle and men to [E] be lost?
It is no [B] small thing to serve [E] a king.
When kings make war, [A] the poor little men [E] must fight them.
They must do [A]
more, they hold out their necks for great lords [E] swords to bite them.
The [A] sons of lords cleave through their ranks in the hopes [E] some warrior king might knight them.
It's what [B] the poor little men are for when kings [E] make war.
Ride your cattle [A] through the woods [F#m] Francois, [E] the lord is looking your way.
[A]
Hide your women and your goods Francois, they're coming around [E] to meet you play.
[A] Hide if you can't, poor little man, [E] think of [B] a prayer you [E] say.
[B] Hide if you can't, poor little [E] man, think of a prayer you say.
God save [A] the king, for he grants us leave [E] to serve him.
His [A] praises sing and grant that we may [E] deserve him.
Who [A] counts the cost, the cattle and men to [E] be lost?
It is no [B] small thing to [E] serve a king.
When kings make war, [A] the poor little men [E] must fight them.
They must [A] do more, they hold out their necks for great lords swords [E] to bite them.
The sons of [A] lords cleave through their ranks in the hopes [E] some warrior king might knight them.
It's what the [B] poor little men are for when kings [E] make war.
It's what [B] the poor little men are for when kings make war.
[E]
Key:
E
A
B
F#m
F#
E
A
B
_ [E] _ _ [F#] _ [E] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [G#m] _
_ [F#m] _ [E] _ When princes _ meet, [A] the poor little men [E] must _ _ tremble.
In [A] judgment's seat, _ they speak of their wars while great armies [E] _ assemble. _ _
Their [A] armor shines to shame the sun, they [E] move like gods they do _ resemble.
_ All [B] bow their necks to iron feet when princes [E] _ _
meet.
_ When castles rise, [A] the poor little men [E] must build them.
_ _ Charm [A] the _ skies, they throw up the turret where the great [E] lords will land.
They dig [A] the dungeons from the earth and their [E] brothers, wives and children _ fill them.
All those [B] below cast down their eyes when [E] castles rise.
_ _ God [A] save the king, for he grants us [E] leave to serve him.
_ _ [A] His praises sing _ and grant that we may [E] deserve _ him.
Who [A] counts the _ cost, the cattle and men to [E] be _ _ _ lost?
It is no [B] small thing _ to _ serve [E] a king.
_ _ When kings make _ war, [A] the poor little men [E] must fight them.
_ They must do [A] _
more, they hold out their necks for great lords [E] swords to bite them.
The [A] sons of lords cleave through their ranks in the hopes [E] some warrior king might knight them.
It's what [B] the poor little men are for when kings [E] make war. _ _ _ _ _ _
Ride your cattle [A] through the woods [F#m] _ Francois, [E] the lord is looking your way.
_ [A] _
Hide your women and your goods Francois, they're coming around [E] to meet you play. _
_ _ [A] _ Hide if you can't, poor little man, [E] think of [B] a prayer you [E] say.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] Hide if you can't, poor little [E] man, think of a prayer you say.
God save [A] the king, _ for he grants us leave [E] to serve him.
_ His [A] praises sing and grant that we may [E] deserve _ him.
Who [A] counts the cost, the cattle and men to [E] be _ _ lost?
It is no [B] small thing _ to _ [E] serve a king.
_ _ _ When kings make war, _ [A] the poor little men [E] must fight them.
_ They must [A] do more, _ they hold out their necks for great lords swords [E] to bite _ them.
The sons of [A] lords cleave through their ranks in the hopes [E] some warrior king might knight them.
_ It's what the [B] poor little men are for when kings [E] make war.
_ _ _ It's what [B] the poor little men are for when kings make war.
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [G#m] _
_ [F#m] _ [E] _ When princes _ meet, [A] the poor little men [E] must _ _ tremble.
In [A] judgment's seat, _ they speak of their wars while great armies [E] _ assemble. _ _
Their [A] armor shines to shame the sun, they [E] move like gods they do _ resemble.
_ All [B] bow their necks to iron feet when princes [E] _ _
meet.
_ When castles rise, [A] the poor little men [E] must build them.
_ _ Charm [A] the _ skies, they throw up the turret where the great [E] lords will land.
They dig [A] the dungeons from the earth and their [E] brothers, wives and children _ fill them.
All those [B] below cast down their eyes when [E] castles rise.
_ _ God [A] save the king, for he grants us [E] leave to serve him.
_ _ [A] His praises sing _ and grant that we may [E] deserve _ him.
Who [A] counts the _ cost, the cattle and men to [E] be _ _ _ lost?
It is no [B] small thing _ to _ serve [E] a king.
_ _ When kings make _ war, [A] the poor little men [E] must fight them.
_ They must do [A] _
more, they hold out their necks for great lords [E] swords to bite them.
The [A] sons of lords cleave through their ranks in the hopes [E] some warrior king might knight them.
It's what [B] the poor little men are for when kings [E] make war. _ _ _ _ _ _
Ride your cattle [A] through the woods [F#m] _ Francois, [E] the lord is looking your way.
_ [A] _
Hide your women and your goods Francois, they're coming around [E] to meet you play. _
_ _ [A] _ Hide if you can't, poor little man, [E] think of [B] a prayer you [E] say.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] Hide if you can't, poor little [E] man, think of a prayer you say.
God save [A] the king, _ for he grants us leave [E] to serve him.
_ His [A] praises sing and grant that we may [E] deserve _ him.
Who [A] counts the cost, the cattle and men to [E] be _ _ lost?
It is no [B] small thing _ to _ [E] serve a king.
_ _ _ When kings make war, _ [A] the poor little men [E] must fight them.
_ They must [A] do more, _ they hold out their necks for great lords swords [E] to bite _ them.
The sons of [A] lords cleave through their ranks in the hopes [E] some warrior king might knight them.
_ It's what the [B] poor little men are for when kings [E] make war.
_ _ _ It's what [B] the poor little men are for when kings make war.
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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