Chords for Keeva & Daoirí Farrell - "The Little Drummer"

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[D] _ _ [Am] _ _ [D] One [E] fine summer's morning, both gallant and gay,
Twenty-four ladies went out [Em] on the quay, And a regiment of soldiers did soon pass
them by, A drummer and one of them soon caught his eye.
_ _ He went to his comrades [D] and to [Em] them did say, Twenty-four [D] ladies I saw yesterday,
[C] Oh, and one of those ladies [Bm] she has me heart [C]-won, And if [Bm] she [G] denies me I'm surely undone.
_ _ _ [Em] Go up to this woman and tell her you're polite, Go and tell her she's wounded, [Bm] your poor heart
in [C] sight, Go and tell her she's wounded, [Bm] your poor heart
full sore, [C] And if [Bm] she denies [G] you what can you [Em] do more?
_ _ _ So early next morning this young man arose, And he dressed himself up in [Bm] a fine suit of
[Em] bones, With a watch in his pocket [Bm] and a cane in
his hand, [C] He saluted [G] those [Bm] ladies as he walked [Em] down the strand.
_ _ _ [Bm] [Em] Well, he walked up to her and he says, Pardon me, pardon me, lady, [Bm] for making so [C] free,
Me fine-huttered lady, [Bm] you have me heart-won, [C] And if you [G] deny me I'm surely [Em] _
undone.
_ _ Go off, little drummer, now, what do you mean?
For I'm the Lord's [Bm] daughter of Ali Kisteen, [C] I'm the Lord's daughter [Bm] of An-Mar-Yis [Em]-See,
Go, little drummer, you're making too free.
_ _ _ So he put on his hat and he bid her farewell, Sing, I'll send me [Bm] soul down to heaven or
hell, [C] With this long pistol [Bm] that hangs by me [Em] side,
I'll put an end to me unfairly [Bm] right.
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Come [Em] back, little drummer, now, what do you [E] mean?
For I do not want to be guilty of sin, To be guilty of [Em] innocence, blood for to spill.
Come back, little drummer, I'm clear that's your will.
_ _ [Am] Oh, I [Em] will hire a car, down to Banshee Hill, go,
There we'll be [Bm] married in spite of our [C] woes, But what can you say [Bm] when it's over and [C] done,
That I [Bm] fell in [Em] love with the role of your drum?
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