Chords for Maddy Prior & The Carnival Band - The Leathern Bottel

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[Cm] Now God above [G] that made all things, heaven [Am] and earth and [G] all therein,
[C] the ships upon the seas [G] to swim, to keep foes out they [E] come not in.
Now every one doth [C] what he can, all [D] for the use and [G] praise of man.
I wish [E] in heaven that [C] soul may dwell that first devised the leather bottle. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Now what say you to the [G] can of wood?
Faith they are naught, they cannot be good.
[C] When a man for beer do [G] their incend, to have them filled he [C] doth intend.
The bearer [A]
stumbleth by the way, and [G#] on the ground his [Em] liquor doth lend.
Then straight the [C] man begins to [G] ban, and swear it was [D] love the wooden [Gm] can.
[C] But had it been a [Gm] little, although he'd [C] stumbled, all had been well.
So safe therein it would remain, until [G] the man got up again.
I wish [C] in heaven that soul may dwell that first devised the [F] leather bottle.
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_ _ [G] _ _ [Dm] [G] Now for the ports with handles three, faith they [D] shall have no praise of [C] me.
When a man and his wife [G] do fall at [D] strife, as many I fear have done [E] in their life.
They lay their hands upon [C] the port boat, [Dm] and break the same, [F#] though they were long.
Which [C] they shall answer [G] another day, for [D] casting their liquor so vainly [G] away.
But [N] had it been in a bottle of filth, one might have tugged the [E] other of health.
They might have tugged their [C] hearts today, [G] and yet no [D] harm would the bottle take.
[G] I [C#] wish in heaven [E] that [Am] soul may dwell that [D] first devised the leather [G] bottle.
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_ _ _ _ Now what say you to these glasses fine?
Faith they [D] shall have no [G] praise of mine.
[C] When friends are [G] at a table set, and buy them [C] several sorts of meat.
The one loves flesh, the other fish, among them all the day.
Touch but the glass upon [Gm] the brim, the glass is broke, no wine left in.
[C] Then be your table cloth there so [G] fine, there lies your beer, your [Em] ale, your wine.
_ Doubtless [D#] for so small abuse, a young man may his service lose.
[A] I wish in heaven that soul may [Dm] dwell that first devised the leather [G] bottle. _ _ _ _ _
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Now when this bottle is grown old, and that it will [Dm] no longer [C] hold.
Out of the side you may cut [Bm] a clout, to mend your [C] shoes when they're [E] worn out.
Or hung the other side [C] on a pin, to [D]
serve to put your [G] trifles in.
I [A] wish in heaven [E] that [C] soul may dwell that first devised the leather bottle. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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