Chords:
{t: Gentleman Soldier, The}
{artist: The Pogues}
{key: G}
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L3Xi5gvZ7Kk A so capo 2
{c: Thanks to stevemuir Ultimate Guitar }
It's [G] of a Gentleman Soldier as a [D] sentry he did [G] stand
He saluted a fair maiden by a [D] waving of his [G] hand
So then he boldly [D] kissed her and he [C] passed it off as a [G] joke
He [G] drilled her up in the sentry box wrapped [D] up in a soldier's [G] cloak
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And the [G] drums are going a [D] rat a tat, tat and the [C] fifes they loudly [G] play
[G] Fare you well [Em] Polly my dear, I [D] must be going a-[G]way
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All [G] night they tossed and tumbled till the [D] morning did a-[G]ppear
The soldier rose, put on his clothes, and [D] said farewell my [G] dear
For the drums are loudly [D] beating and the [C] fifes they sweetly [G] play
If it [G] weren't for that, Polly my dear, with [D] you I'd gladly [G] stay
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And the [G] drums are going a [D] rat a tat, tat and the [C] fifes they loudly [G] play
[G] Fare you well [Em] Polly my dear, I [D] must be going a-[G]way
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If [G] anyone comes a courting you, you can [D] treat them to a [G] glass
If anyone comes a courting you, you can [D] say you're a country [G] lass
You don't have to [D] tell them, that you [C] ever played this [G] joke
That [G] you got drilled in a sentry box wrapped [D] up in a soldier's [G] cloak
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And the [G] drums are going a [D] rat a tat, tat and the [C] fifes they loudly [G] play
[G] Fare you well [Em] Polly my dear, I [D] must be going a-[G]way
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Now [G] come you Gentleman Soldier, [D] won't you marry [G] me?
Oh no my dearest Polly this [D] thing can never [G] be
For I've a wife al-[D]ready and [C] children I have [G] three
Two [G] wives are allowed in the army, but [D] one's too many for [G] me
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And the [G] drums are going a [D] rat a tat, tat and the [C] fifes they loudly [G] play
[G] Fare you well [Em] Polly my dear, I [D] must be going a-[G]way
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Oh it's [G] come my Gentleman Soldier, why [D] didn't you tell me [G] so?
My parents will be angry when [D] this they come to [G] know
And when nine months had [D] been and gone the [C] poor girl she brought [G] shame
She [G] had a little militia boy and she [D] didn't know his [G] name
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And the [G] drums are going a [D] rat a tat, tat and the [C] fifes they loudly [G] play
[G] Fare you well [Em] Polly my dear, I [D] must be going a-[G]way
And the [G] drums are going a [D] rat a tat, tat and the [C] fifes they loudly [G] play
[G] Fare you well [Em] Polly my dear, I [D] must be going a-[G]way
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