Chords for Stan Rogers - Harris and the Mare

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_ [Bb] Harris, my old friend, _ good to see you face [F] again. _ _
More _ welcome, though, yon Trapp and that [C] old _ mare, _ _
For [Bb] the wife is in a swoon [Fm] _
and I am [F] all alone. _ _
_ Harris, fetch thy [Bb] mare and [F] take us home. _ _ _ _ _ _
The wife [Eb] and I came out [Bb] for a quiet glass of [F] stout, _ _
[Bb] And a word [F] or two with neighbors in [C] the _ room. _ _ _
[Bb] But young Clary he came in, as drunk and wild [F] as sin, _
And [Bb] swore the wife would leave the place [F] with him. _ _ _ _ _ _
But the wife, [Eb] as quick as thought, _ _
[Bb] said, No, I'll bloody [F] not, _ _
And [Bb] struck the brutable [F] low about the [C] _ head. _ _ _ _
[Bb] He raised [F] his ugly paw and he lashed her on the jaw, _ _
[Bb] And she fell unto the floor like she were [F] dead. _ _ _ _ _
Now, Harris, [Bb] well you know, _ I've never struck an angry [F] blow, _
[Bb] Nor would [F] I keep a friend who raised a [C] _ sand. _ _ _
[Bb] I was a [F] conchie in the war, _ [Bb] crying, What [F] the hell's this for? _
But I had to see [Bb] his blood to be a [F] man. _ _ _ _ _ _
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I grabbed him [Eb] by his coat, _ _ [Bb] spun him round and took his [F] throat, _ _
And beat his head upon the parlour [C] door.
_ _ _ _ _ He dragged [Gm] out an [F] awful knife, [Bb] And he roared, I'll have [Fm] your life.
Then he stuck [Ab] me, [Bb] and I fell [F] unto the floor.
_ _ _ _ Now blood I was [Eb] from neck to thigh, _ [Bb] Bloody murder in [F] his eye.
As he [Bb] _ shouted out, I'll finish you for [C] _ sure. _ _ _ _
[Bb] But as the knife came down, I lashed out from [F] the ground, _
[Bb] And the knife was in his breast when [F] he rolled. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Now with the [Bb] wife as cold as clay, _ I carried [F] her away.
_ [Bb] No hand was [F] raised to help us through the [C] door.
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] And I've brought [F] her half a mile, But I've had to rest a while. _ _
[Bb] And none of them I'll call [F] a friend no more. _ _ _ _
For when [Bb] the knife came down, _ I was helpless on [F] the ground. _
[Bb] No _ neighbour stayed his hand, I was [C] _ alone. _ _ _
[Bb] By God, [F] I was a man, _ but now I cannot stand. _
_ Please, Harris, fetch [Bb] thy mare, and take [Fm] us home. _ _ _ _
Oh, Harris, fetch [Eb] thy mare, _ _ [F] and take us out of here.
In [Bb] my [F] nine and fifty years, I'd never [C] _ known _ _
That [Bb] to [F] call myself a man, for [Bb] my loved [F] one I must stand.
Now, [Bb] Harris, fetch thy mare, [F] and take us home. _ _
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