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C/ [drum fill]
Verse 1:
C FmIn the wee small hours of sixpence
C FmAnd the lighted chandelier
Dm Em F CStands a rusty old retainer
Abdim [N.C.] C/GWhose 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:
F F#dim CAnd if grief is not the reason
F F#dim CHe must be of sterner stuff
F Am/E DmAnd his sword, though old and rusty
G /F /E /DMust 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]:
D Bm D/A Bm/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / / /
G Bm/F# Em A /G /F# /E/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / / /
Verse 3:
D GmIn the wee small hours of sixpence
D GmAnd the hat stand in the hall
Em F#m G DWaiting only for the morning
Bbdim [N.C.] D/AShadows 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:
G G#dim DBut still grief was not the reason
G G#dim DHe was made of sterner stuff
G Bm/F# EmAnd his sword, though old and rusty
A /G /F# /EStill was blunt as sharp enough
D Bm D [end cold]
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