Chords for Sing with @DerMichel - Fredericus Rex [7 Years War Song / Full English Version]

[E] _ _ [Bm] _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ Redericko, Sir Rex, [B] our noble king and lord, He calls every soldier to gather [E] gun and sword,
Two [A] hundred all [E] battalions and a thousand squadron corps,
[B] And every single grenadier has sixty [E] shots or more.
Two [A] hundred all battalions [E] and a thousand squadron corps,
[B] And every single grenadier has sixty [E] shots or more.
You've liked it, [B] Mences' regal majesty,
In fact, I want every man to [E] stand by me,
S'il [A] les y'a, they begrudge me, [E] and for glutz they [B] do the same,
And they [Gbm] envy all the gold that [E] lies within my name.
S [A]'il les y'a, they begrudge me, [E] and for glutz they do the same,
[B] And they envy all the gold that lies within [E] my name.
The Empress has wept [B] with the Frenchy, das console,
And the Holy Roman [Abm] Reich is uprising [E] in revolt,
[A] The Russians have [E] invaded, they are storming near and far,
[Abm] Let's show what kind of fighting the Prussian [E] soldiers are.
[A] The Russians have invaded, [E] they are storming near and far,
[B] Let's show what kind of fighting the Prussian [E] soldiers are.
My General [B] Schwerin and my Field Marshal von Kite
And my Major General von [Abm] Ficken are ready [E] for the fight,
Bolts [A] on the crash and lightning, [E] bloody hell and horrid woe,
[B] Our triumphs go before us [Abm] so that all the [E] world may know.
[A] Bolts on the crash and lightning, [E] bloody hell and horrid woe,
[B] Our triumphs go before us so that [E] all the world may know.
Goodbye, my Louisa, [B] will you wipe away those tears?
Your man is a soldier and marches [E] with a fierce.
[A] If every single bullet [E] were to go and hit its mark,
[B] Then where would every region get their soldiers [E] proud and stark?
[A] If every single bullet [E] were to go and hit its mark,
[B] Then where would every region get their soldiers [E] proud and stark?
The musket ball [B] makes a very tiny hole,
The cannonball makes an [E] even bigger hole,
The [A] bullets are of iron [E] and are cast of molten lead,
[B] And many straying bullets miss many [E] straying heads.
The [A] bullets are of iron [E] and are cast of molten lead,
[B] And many straying bullets miss many [E] straying heads.
Our cannons roar, [B] they're a force that can contain,
And the blushing soldier's loyalty is faithful [E] to the end.
[A] The Swedes in the north [E] have the awfulest of fields,
[B] And anything in Austria can nothing [E] but to yield.
[A] The Swedes in the north [E] have the awfulest of fields,
[B] And anything in Austria can nothing [E] but to yield.
The French pay their [B] soldiers with bottles of pomade,
In Prussia every soldier is always [E] promptly paid.
Bolts, [A] thunder, crash, and lightning, [E] bloody hell and horrid woe,
[B] Who gets their pay as quickly from the Prussian [E] overflow?
Bolts, [A] thunder, crash, and lightning, bloody [E] hell and horrid woe,
[B] Who gets their pay as quickly from the Prussian [E] overflow?
_ Frederico's Rex, [B] the laurel wreath, and Orn's,
In every single soldier his [E] loyalty has sworn.
[A] _ Frederico's Rex, [E] my king and lord,
[B] We'd follow you hell if only you [E] would give the word.
[A] _ Frederico's Rex, [E] my king and lord,
[B] We'd follow you hell if only you would give [E] the word.
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