The Soldiering Life

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D                          C#
Ambling madly all over the town
The call to arms you liken to a 
D
whisper,
          C#
I liken to a radio.
D                             C#
You were a brickbat, a bowery tuff, 
so rough
                      D
They culled you from a cartoon
           C#
Pulled out of your pantaloons.

    A
But you,
              G#
My brother in arms,
               F#m
I'd rather I'd lose my limbs
                     E
Than let you come to harm.
     A
But you ,
            G#
My bombazine doll,
                F#m
The bullets may singe your skin
                E
And the mortars may fall.

    A
But I,
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             E
I never felt so much life
     F#m
Than tonight
               D
Huddled in the trenches,
              A
Gazing on the battle field,
           E
Our rifles blaze away;
   G             D
We blaze away.


D                         C#
Corporal Bradley of regiment five
In proud array standing by the 
D
bathing
          C#
Soldiers and the stevedores.
D                                 
We laid on the mattress and 
     C#
tumbled to sleep
                                D
Our eyes aligned, swaddled in our 
civies
              C#
Cradled in our dungarees.

    A
But you,
              G#
My brother in arms,
               F#m
I'd rather I'd lose my limbs
                     E
Than let you come to harm.
     A
But you ,
            G#
My bombazine doll,
                F#m
The bullets may singe your skin
                E
And the mortars may fall.


    A
But I,
             E
I never felt so much life
     F#m
Than tonight
               D
Huddled in the trenches,
              A
Gazing on the battle field,
           E
Our rifles blaze away;
      G          D
We blaze away.
   A             E
We blaze away.
   G             D
We blaze away.

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