Maddy Prior sings G. K. Chesterton - The Rolling English Road Chords
Tempo:
104.7 bpm
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D] Before the Roman came to Rye or Aldwych, said the sword,
The rolling English trunket made the rolling English road,
A reeling road, a rolling road, and man was round the shire,
And after him the passer-ran, the sterling and the squire,
A merry road, a mazy road, and such as we did tread,
The night we went to Birmingham by Weir Beachy Head.
I knew no harm of Bonaparte, but plenty of the squire,
Or to fight the Frenchman I did not much desire,
[Dm] But I did bash their flagonnets because they came a raid,
[D] To straighten out the crooked road, an English trunket made,
Where you and I went down the lane with ale mugs in our hands,
The night we went to Bidst by Weir Budwinsa.
[Dm] His sins they were forgiven him, or why do flowers run behind him,
And the hedges all strengthening in the sun,
The wild thing went from [F] left to right and knew not which was which,
[Dm] But the wild rose was a boy when we found him in the ditch,
Not Fardiners, no Hardiners we did not see so clear,
The night we went to [D] Bannockburn by Weir [G] Brighton [Bm] Pier.
[Dm] Friends, [Am] [F]
[Dm] [Am] [F]
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[G] [F] [Em]
[Dm] we will not go again to reap an ancient wreath,
Or turn the folly of our youth to be the shame of age,
But walk with clear eyes and ears this path that wanders,
And see undrugged in evening light, the sin of death,
For there is good news yet to hear and fine things to be seen,
For we go to paradise, it [G] is a dream.
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[D] Before the Roman came to Rye or Aldwych, said the sword,
The rolling English trunket made the rolling English road,
A reeling road, a rolling road, and man was round the shire,
And after him the passer-ran, the sterling and the squire,
A merry road, a mazy road, and such as we did tread,
The night we went to Birmingham by Weir Beachy Head.
I knew no harm of Bonaparte, but plenty of the squire,
Or to fight the Frenchman I did not much desire,
[Dm] But I did bash their flagonnets because they came a raid,
[D] To straighten out the crooked road, an English trunket made,
Where you and I went down the lane with ale mugs in our hands,
The night we went to Bidst by Weir Budwinsa.
[Dm] His sins they were forgiven him, or why do flowers run behind him,
And the hedges all strengthening in the sun,
The wild thing went from [F] left to right and knew not which was which,
[Dm] But the wild rose was a boy when we found him in the ditch,
Not Fardiners, no Hardiners we did not see so clear,
The night we went to [D] Bannockburn by Weir [G] Brighton [Bm] Pier.
[Dm] Friends, [Am] [F]
[Dm] [Am] [F]
[Dm]
[G] [F] [Em]
[Dm] we will not go again to reap an ancient wreath,
Or turn the folly of our youth to be the shame of age,
But walk with clear eyes and ears this path that wanders,
And see undrugged in evening light, the sin of death,
For there is good news yet to hear and fine things to be seen,
For we go to paradise, it [G] is a dream.
[Dm] [Em] [Dm] [F] [Dm]
[Am]
[F] [B] [G]
[Dm] [D]
[G] [F] [Em]
[D] [G] [Dm] [Em]
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[D] Before the Roman came to Rye or Aldwych, said the sword,
The rolling English trunket made the rolling English road,
A reeling road, a rolling road, and man was round the shire,
And after him the passer-ran, the sterling and the squire,
A merry road, a mazy road, and such as we did tread,
The night we went to Birmingham by Weir Beachy _ Head. _ _ _
I knew no harm of Bonaparte, but plenty of the squire,
Or to fight the Frenchman I did not much desire,
[Dm] But I did bash their flagonnets because they came a raid,
[D] To straighten out the crooked road, an English trunket made,
Where you and I went down the lane with ale mugs in our hands,
The night we went to Bidst _ by Weir Budwinsa. _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] His sins they were forgiven him, or why do flowers run behind him,
And the hedges all strengthening in the sun,
The wild thing went from [F] left to right and knew not which was which,
[Dm] But the wild rose was a boy when we found him in the ditch,
Not Fardiners, no Hardiners we did not see so clear,
The night we went to [D] Bannockburn by Weir [G] Brighton [Bm] Pier. _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ Friends, _ [Am] _ [F] _ _
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[Dm] we will not go again to reap an ancient wreath,
Or turn the folly of our youth to be the shame of age,
But walk with clear eyes and ears this path that wanders,
And see undrugged in evening light, the sin of death,
For there is good news yet to hear and fine things to be seen,
For we go to paradise, _ it [G] is a dream.
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[D] Before the Roman came to Rye or Aldwych, said the sword,
The rolling English trunket made the rolling English road,
A reeling road, a rolling road, and man was round the shire,
And after him the passer-ran, the sterling and the squire,
A merry road, a mazy road, and such as we did tread,
The night we went to Birmingham by Weir Beachy _ Head. _ _ _
I knew no harm of Bonaparte, but plenty of the squire,
Or to fight the Frenchman I did not much desire,
[Dm] But I did bash their flagonnets because they came a raid,
[D] To straighten out the crooked road, an English trunket made,
Where you and I went down the lane with ale mugs in our hands,
The night we went to Bidst _ by Weir Budwinsa. _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] His sins they were forgiven him, or why do flowers run behind him,
And the hedges all strengthening in the sun,
The wild thing went from [F] left to right and knew not which was which,
[Dm] But the wild rose was a boy when we found him in the ditch,
Not Fardiners, no Hardiners we did not see so clear,
The night we went to [D] Bannockburn by Weir [G] Brighton [Bm] Pier. _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ Friends, _ [Am] _ [F] _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ [Am] _ [F] _ _ _
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[Dm] we will not go again to reap an ancient wreath,
Or turn the folly of our youth to be the shame of age,
But walk with clear eyes and ears this path that wanders,
And see undrugged in evening light, the sin of death,
For there is good news yet to hear and fine things to be seen,
For we go to paradise, _ it [G] is a dream.
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