The Ballad Of The Foxhunter Chords & Lyrics - Cherish The Ladies
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CAPO: 3rd Fret
[INTRO]
[D]
[VERSE 1]
Lay me [G]in a cushioned [C]chair
[G]Carry me, ye [D]four
With [G]cushions here and [C]there
To [G]see the world once [D]more
To [G]stable and kennel [C]go
[G]Bring what there's to [D]bring
Lead my [G]Lollard to and [C]fro
Or [D]gently [C]in a [D]ring
[VERSE 2]
Put the [G]chair upon the [C]grass
Bring [G]Rody and his [D]hounds
That I [G]may contented [C]pass
[G]From these earthly [D]bounds
His [G]eyelids, they [C]droop
[G]Eyes cloud with [D]dreams
The [G]sun upon all things that [C]grow
Falls [D]into [C]sleepy [D]dreams
[CHORUS]
[C]Huntsmen, blow the horn, come [Am]make the hills reply
[D]Loosen on the morn, a [G]gay wandering cry
[C]Rody, blow the horn, come [Am]make the hills reply
[D]I cannot blow my horn, but [G]only weep and [D]sigh
[VERSE 3]
Lollard [G]treads upon the [C]lawn
And [G]to the armchair [D]goes
The [G]old man's dreams are [C]gone
He [G]smoothes the long, brown [D]nose
[G]Moves a pleasant [C]tongue
U[G]pon his wasted [D]hands
[G]Aged hounds and [C]young
The [D]huntsman [C]near him [D]stands
[CHORUS]
[C]Huntsmen, blow the horn, come [Am]make the hills reply
[D]Loosen on the morn, a [G]gay wandering cry
[C]Rody, blow the horn, come [Am]make the hills reply
[D]I cannot blow my horn, but [G]only weep and [D]sigh
[VERSE 4]
'[G]Round his cushioned [C]place
[G]With new sorrow [D]wrung
Hounds [G]gazing on his [C]face
[G]Aged hounds and [D]young
[G]Fire is in the old man's [C]eyes
His [G]fingers move and [D]sway
[G]Wandering music [C]dies
You [D]hear him [C]feebly [D]say
[CHORUS]
[C]Huntsmen, blow the horn, come [Am]make the hills reply
[D]Loosen on the morn, a [G]gay wandering cry
[C]Rody, blow the horn, come [Am]make the hills reply
[D]I cannot blow my horn, but [G]only weep and [D]sigh
[CHORUS]
[C]Huntsmen, blow the horn, come [Am]make the hills reply
[D]Loosen on the morn, a [G]gay wandering cry
[C]Rody, blow the horn, come [Am]make the hills reply
[D]I cannot blow my horn, but [G]only weep and [D]sigh
[VERSE 5]
The blind [G]hound with a mournful [C]cry
[G]Slowly lifts his [D]head
They [G]bear the body [C]in
The [D]hounds [C]wail for the [D]dead___
The hounds wail for the dead
Wail for the dead
[INTRO]
[D]
[VERSE 1]
Lay me [G]in a cushioned [C]chair
[G]Carry me, ye [D]four
With [G]cushions here and [C]there
To [G]see the world once [D]more
To [G]stable and kennel [C]go
[G]Bring what there's to [D]bring
Lead my [G]Lollard to and [C]fro
Or [D]gently [C]in a [D]ring
[VERSE 2]
Put the [G]chair upon the [C]grass
Bring [G]Rody and his [D]hounds
That I [G]may contented [C]pass
[G]From these earthly [D]bounds
His [G]eyelids, they [C]droop
[G]Eyes cloud with [D]dreams
The [G]sun upon all things that [C]grow
Falls [D]into [C]sleepy [D]dreams
[CHORUS]
[C]Huntsmen, blow the horn, come [Am]make the hills reply
[D]Loosen on the morn, a [G]gay wandering cry
[C]Rody, blow the horn, come [Am]make the hills reply
[D]I cannot blow my horn, but [G]only weep and [D]sigh
[VERSE 3]
Lollard [G]treads upon the [C]lawn
And [G]to the armchair [D]goes
The [G]old man's dreams are [C]gone
He [G]smoothes the long, brown [D]nose
[G]Moves a pleasant [C]tongue
U[G]pon his wasted [D]hands
[G]Aged hounds and [C]young
The [D]huntsman [C]near him [D]stands
[CHORUS]
[C]Huntsmen, blow the horn, come [Am]make the hills reply
[D]Loosen on the morn, a [G]gay wandering cry
[C]Rody, blow the horn, come [Am]make the hills reply
[D]I cannot blow my horn, but [G]only weep and [D]sigh
[VERSE 4]
'[G]Round his cushioned [C]place
[G]With new sorrow [D]wrung
Hounds [G]gazing on his [C]face
[G]Aged hounds and [D]young
[G]Fire is in the old man's [C]eyes
His [G]fingers move and [D]sway
[G]Wandering music [C]dies
You [D]hear him [C]feebly [D]say
[CHORUS]
[C]Huntsmen, blow the horn, come [Am]make the hills reply
[D]Loosen on the morn, a [G]gay wandering cry
[C]Rody, blow the horn, come [Am]make the hills reply
[D]I cannot blow my horn, but [G]only weep and [D]sigh
[CHORUS]
[C]Huntsmen, blow the horn, come [Am]make the hills reply
[D]Loosen on the morn, a [G]gay wandering cry
[C]Rody, blow the horn, come [Am]make the hills reply
[D]I cannot blow my horn, but [G]only weep and [D]sigh
[VERSE 5]
The blind [G]hound with a mournful [C]cry
[G]Slowly lifts his [D]head
They [G]bear the body [C]in
The [D]hounds [C]wail for the [D]dead___
The hounds wail for the dead
Wail for the dead
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