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Intro
DO
/ [drum fill]
Verse 1:
DO FAm
In the wee small hours of sixpence
DO FAm
And the lighted chandelier
REm MIm FA DO
Stands a rusty old retainer
Abdim [N.C.] C/G
Whose old eyes are filled with tears
For his master, good Sir Gallant
Who is now off to the wars
And although his eyes are crying
We know grief is not the cause
Chorus 1
FA FA#dim DO
And if grief is not the reason
FA FA#dim DO
He must be of sterner stuff
FA LAm/MI REm
And his sword, though old and rusty
SOL /FA /MI /RE
Must be blunt as sharp enough
Verse 2:
In the wee small hours of sixpence
And the broken windowpane
Stand the remnants of the evening
Who are waiting all in vain
For the crowing of the cockroach
Sure as morning is not night
But the air is filled with silence
And the day bright is not light
Chorus 2
But still darkness is no reason
We are men of sterner stuff
And our swords, though old and rusty
Still are blunt as sharp enough
Instrumental break [key changes to D]:
RE SIm RE/LA SIm
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SOL SIm/FA# MIm LA /SOL /FA# /MI
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Verse 3:
RE SOLm
In the wee small hours of sixpence
RE SOLm
And the hat stand in the hall
MIm FA#m SOL RE
Waiting only for the morning
Bbdim [N.C.] D/A
Shadows flitting 'cross the wall
And perhaps that old retainer
Who now giving of his all
May have once been just as we are
And now has no face at all
Chorus 3
SOL SOL#dim RE
But still grief was not the reason
SOL SOL#dim RE
He was made of sterner stuff
SOL SIm/FA# MIm
And his sword, though old and rusty
LA /SOL /FA# /MI
Still was blunt as sharp enough
D Bm D [end cold]
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