En ballad om franske kungens spelmän Chords by Hootenanny Singers
Tempo:
113.35 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Bb
Fm
Ab
Abm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Eb] [Bb] [Eb]
We have come [Bb] from Burgundy and [Eb] from again, From Brabant and from [Fm] the green [Bb] Normandy.
We [Ab] have never seen [Abm] the [Eb] countries again, Since we drummed [Bb] for the king's [Eb] company.
[Bb] High where the Alps raised the chamber [Eb] sounded the horn, [F] With King Carl and Horry the flame [Bb] against the throne.
[Eb] And the blue air was [Ab] our angles and standards, [Eb] Part of the lions [Bb] on the Scania [Eb] stood in bloom.
[Bb] [Eb]
And it cut [Bb] the fog in the place [Eb] between the line and the cow, So [Fm] marveled with the pan [Bb] full of wax,
[Ab] When the [Abm] bassoons at the lift against [Eb] the wall and tower, Between the floor and the [Bb] shingles will [Eb] open soon.
[Bb] And the cells on the square, [Eb] their blood, [F] Spangled away from the sorrows [Bb] of our mother.
[Eb] When the Swedish king's son was [Ab] to lie [Fm] on the throne, [Eb] Some virgin was the god of the table.
[Bb] [Eb]
Follow [Bb] and blow clear [Eb] and hold thanks, It is our duty [Fm] now, though the belly [Bb] and the cheek please.
[Abm] We give home signal to [Eb] Saling and give guard, Though it is a [Gm] lord's death, we get them [Eb] filled in the field.
Between [Bb] the door lands [Eb] or blow, [C] Where [F] you create peace and dance [Bb] or fight.
[Eb] We go home as food and more, [Ab] with the barrette [Fm] check on the floor, [Eb] And the burial [Bb] instruments [Eb] in our throats.
There is a woman [Bb] left who remembers us [Eb] again, The spring winds [Fm] again [Bb] in Normandy,
[Ab] We have never seen [Abm] it changed [Eb] again.
We now go [Bb] against the drum with the trumpet [Eb] of the front, [Bb] Between Esperance and [Eb] Sava is our time,
With [F] orange and the [Bb] connotation of our bond.
[Eb] When the march of the march was worth, [Ab] Give a wink and hold [Fm] dear,
[Eb] We have [Bb] transubstantiated [Eb] to a song.
We have come [Bb] from Burgundy and [Eb] from again, From Brabant and from [Fm] the green [Bb] Normandy.
We [Ab] have never seen [Abm] the [Eb] countries again, Since we drummed [Bb] for the king's [Eb] company.
[Bb] High where the Alps raised the chamber [Eb] sounded the horn, [F] With King Carl and Horry the flame [Bb] against the throne.
[Eb] And the blue air was [Ab] our angles and standards, [Eb] Part of the lions [Bb] on the Scania [Eb] stood in bloom.
[Bb] [Eb]
And it cut [Bb] the fog in the place [Eb] between the line and the cow, So [Fm] marveled with the pan [Bb] full of wax,
[Ab] When the [Abm] bassoons at the lift against [Eb] the wall and tower, Between the floor and the [Bb] shingles will [Eb] open soon.
[Bb] And the cells on the square, [Eb] their blood, [F] Spangled away from the sorrows [Bb] of our mother.
[Eb] When the Swedish king's son was [Ab] to lie [Fm] on the throne, [Eb] Some virgin was the god of the table.
[Bb] [Eb]
Follow [Bb] and blow clear [Eb] and hold thanks, It is our duty [Fm] now, though the belly [Bb] and the cheek please.
[Abm] We give home signal to [Eb] Saling and give guard, Though it is a [Gm] lord's death, we get them [Eb] filled in the field.
Between [Bb] the door lands [Eb] or blow, [C] Where [F] you create peace and dance [Bb] or fight.
[Eb] We go home as food and more, [Ab] with the barrette [Fm] check on the floor, [Eb] And the burial [Bb] instruments [Eb] in our throats.
There is a woman [Bb] left who remembers us [Eb] again, The spring winds [Fm] again [Bb] in Normandy,
[Ab] We have never seen [Abm] it changed [Eb] again.
We now go [Bb] against the drum with the trumpet [Eb] of the front, [Bb] Between Esperance and [Eb] Sava is our time,
With [F] orange and the [Bb] connotation of our bond.
[Eb] When the march of the march was worth, [Ab] Give a wink and hold [Fm] dear,
[Eb] We have [Bb] transubstantiated [Eb] to a song.
Key:
Eb
Bb
Fm
Ab
Abm
Eb
Bb
Fm
[Eb] _ _ _ [Bb] _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
We have come [Bb] from Burgundy and [Eb] from again, _ From Brabant and from [Fm] the green [Bb] Normandy. _
We [Ab] have never seen [Abm] the [Eb] countries again, Since we drummed [Bb] for the king's [Eb] company. _
_ [Bb] High where the Alps raised the chamber [Eb] sounded the horn, _ [F] With King Carl and Horry the flame [Bb] against the throne.
_ [Eb] And the blue air was [Ab] our angles and standards, [Eb] Part of the lions [Bb] on the Scania [Eb] stood in bloom.
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ And it cut [Bb] the fog in the place [Eb] between the line and the cow, _ So [Fm] marveled with the pan [Bb] full of wax,
_ [Ab] When the [Abm] bassoons at the lift against [Eb] the wall and tower, _ Between the floor and the [Bb] shingles will [Eb] open soon.
_ [Bb] And the cells on the square, [Eb] their blood, _ [F] Spangled away from the sorrows [Bb] of our mother.
_ [Eb] When the Swedish king's son was [Ab] to lie [Fm] on the throne, [Eb] Some virgin was the god of the table.
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ _ Follow [Bb] and blow clear [Eb] and hold thanks, _ It is our duty [Fm] now, though the belly [Bb] and the cheek please.
_ [Abm] We give home signal to [Eb] Saling and give guard, _ Though it is a [Gm] lord's death, we get them [Eb] filled in the field.
_ Between [Bb] the door lands [Eb] or blow, _ [C] Where [F] you create peace and dance [Bb] or fight.
_ [Eb] We go home as food and more, [Ab] with the barrette [Fm] check on the floor, [Eb] And the burial [Bb] instruments [Eb] in our throats.
There is a woman [Bb] left who remembers us [Eb] again, _ _ The spring winds [Fm] again [Bb] in Normandy,
_ [Ab] We have never seen [Abm] it changed [Eb] again.
_ We now go [Bb] against the drum with the trumpet [Eb] of the front, _ _ [Bb] Between Esperance and [Eb] Sava is our time,
With [F] orange and the [Bb] connotation of our bond.
_ [Eb] When the march of the march was worth, [Ab] Give a wink and hold [Fm] dear,
[Eb] We have _ [Bb] transubstantiated [Eb] to a song. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
We have come [Bb] from Burgundy and [Eb] from again, _ From Brabant and from [Fm] the green [Bb] Normandy. _
We [Ab] have never seen [Abm] the [Eb] countries again, Since we drummed [Bb] for the king's [Eb] company. _
_ [Bb] High where the Alps raised the chamber [Eb] sounded the horn, _ [F] With King Carl and Horry the flame [Bb] against the throne.
_ [Eb] And the blue air was [Ab] our angles and standards, [Eb] Part of the lions [Bb] on the Scania [Eb] stood in bloom.
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ And it cut [Bb] the fog in the place [Eb] between the line and the cow, _ So [Fm] marveled with the pan [Bb] full of wax,
_ [Ab] When the [Abm] bassoons at the lift against [Eb] the wall and tower, _ Between the floor and the [Bb] shingles will [Eb] open soon.
_ [Bb] And the cells on the square, [Eb] their blood, _ [F] Spangled away from the sorrows [Bb] of our mother.
_ [Eb] When the Swedish king's son was [Ab] to lie [Fm] on the throne, [Eb] Some virgin was the god of the table.
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ _ Follow [Bb] and blow clear [Eb] and hold thanks, _ It is our duty [Fm] now, though the belly [Bb] and the cheek please.
_ [Abm] We give home signal to [Eb] Saling and give guard, _ Though it is a [Gm] lord's death, we get them [Eb] filled in the field.
_ Between [Bb] the door lands [Eb] or blow, _ [C] Where [F] you create peace and dance [Bb] or fight.
_ [Eb] We go home as food and more, [Ab] with the barrette [Fm] check on the floor, [Eb] And the burial [Bb] instruments [Eb] in our throats.
There is a woman [Bb] left who remembers us [Eb] again, _ _ The spring winds [Fm] again [Bb] in Normandy,
_ [Ab] We have never seen [Abm] it changed [Eb] again.
_ We now go [Bb] against the drum with the trumpet [Eb] of the front, _ _ [Bb] Between Esperance and [Eb] Sava is our time,
With [F] orange and the [Bb] connotation of our bond.
_ [Eb] When the march of the march was worth, [Ab] Give a wink and hold [Fm] dear,
[Eb] We have _ [Bb] transubstantiated [Eb] to a song. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _