Chords for Battlefield Band - The Yew Tree (best quality)

[D] _ _ _ _ _ A mile feepin' Caitlin on the road to the sea,
_ Stands a yew tree a thousand years _ _ old,
That the old women swear by the grey o'er hair,
_ That it knows what the future will _ hold, _
[G] For the shadows of [C] Scotland stand [D] round _ it,
_ Mid the [C] _ kale and the _ corn and [G] the _ chive,
_ All [F] the hopes and the _ fears of a [C] thousand long _ years,
_ [D] Under [C] the _ Lothian [A#] _ sky.
[Gm] _ My bonnie [C] yew tree,
_ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ Yew tree, tell me what did you [D] see? _ _
_ _ [Em] Did you look through [D] the haze [C] of the [G] lonesome [Em] of days,
[C] In the south and [G] the far [Em] English border,
_ O'er the [D] bonnets of [C] steel and blood [Bm] and [Em] sparkled,
[C] Did they march by [D] your side [Em] in good order?
[A] Did you ask [D] them the price [Em] of their glory,
[D] When you heard the great slaughter [A] _
begin,
[G] On the dust of their bones to [D] rise up from [Bm] the stones,
To [Em] bring tears [D] to the [Em] eyes of the wind?
My [Bm] bonnie yew tree,
[Gm] _ _ [D] _
Tell me what did [Em] you see?
[Am] _ [Em] _ _
_ _ Thus once did you [D] speak [Em] for the poor and the weak,
[C] When the moths [D] and the birds lay [Em] in your _ sheaths,
To count [D] out the [Em] blunder and I pray the thunder,
And share all [D] the spoils of [Em] the race,
[A] But you [D] saw the smiles [Em] of the gentry,
[Bm] And the laughter of the lords [A] of their gains,
[G] When the poor hug the poor [D] across mountain and moor,
[Em] The rich man [D] can keep them [Em] in chains.
My bonnie [D] yew tree, _ _ _
Tell me what [Em] did you see? _ _ _ _
Did you know a [D] thing to [Em] tell,
When John Knox [C] himself reached [Bm] under your [Em] branches, _ _
To the poor [D] common folk,
[Em] Who would lift up the yoke,
[C] Of the bishops [D] and priests [Em] with their backs?
[A] But you knew the bargain [Em] he sold them,
[D] And freedom was [A] only one _ part,
[Em] For the price of their souls [D] was a [Bm] gospel [F#m] safehold,
It would freeze up the joy in their hearts.
My [D] bonnie yew tree, _ _ _
Tell me what [Em] did you see?
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And [Em] I thought as I stood and laid hands on your wood,
That it might be a kindness to fell you, _
One kiss o'er the axe and your feet through the rags,
O'er the sad [D] bloody [Em] tales that men tell you,
[A] But a wee bird flew [D] out [Em] from your branches,
_ _ _ [D] Sang out as never _ [A] _ before, _ _
[G] And the words of a song that [D] a thousand years [Bm] long,
And [Em] to men [D] and to long [C]-cursed moor, _ _ _ _
_ _ My bonnie [D] yew tree, _ _ _ _ _ _
Tell me what can [Em] you see?
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