Wat Tyler chords

[CHORUS]
And [F]on the field of [C]Blackheath
Us [F]commons covered the [C]earth
More [G]men than ever [C]I did see
Poor [F]honest men from [G]bir[A]th [B]

[VERSE]
[A]Men came up from [E]Kent and [A]out of Essex [E]too
[B]Naught but the Thames divides us and u[A]nites us onwards [B]through
All the [A]villages of [E]England, [A]on to London [E]town
Where [B]we poor men would see our king and [A]lay our grievance [B]down
Wat [A]Tyler led us [E]men from Kent, rough [A]hands were shaken [E]there
King [B]Richard and the commons, our [A]bold resolve and [B]prayer

[INSTRUMENTAL]
[G] [C] [F] [B]

[VERSE]
We [A]knew our king would [E]hear us, our [A]loyalty was [E]clear
The [B]bloody lawyers' poll tax had a-[A]brought us labourers [B]here
And [A]yet he wouldn't [E]see us, so to [A]London we did [E]roar
And the [B]poor there and the Essex men, burst [A]down the prison [B]door

[VERSE]
What [A]happened at the [E]Tower was [A]justice, rough in [E]part
The [B]murders of the Flemish boys, sat u[A]neasy in my [B]heart
"[A]Now the king must [E]see us", said [A]Tyler to his [E]men
The [B]very next day young Richard came and [A]met us at Mile [B]End

[CHORUS]
And [G]on the field of [D]Blackheath
Us [G]commons covered the [D]earth
More [A]men than ever [D]I did see
Poor [G]honest men from [A]bir[B]th

[VERSE]
[A]Kent and Essex, [E]Bedford, Sussex re[A]ceived King Richard's [E]word
No [B]harm nor blame would come to them if [A]home they would re[B]turn
[A]Lincoln, Cambridge, [E]Stafford too, re[A]ceived our young king's [E]favour
Though [B]thirty thousand left us there, be[A]lieving it was [B]over

[VERSE]
But [A]Tyler, he was [E]not convinced and [A]told us to re[E]main
"I [B]want to hear his words again, for [A]nothing much has [B]changed"
[A]Tyler, he ap[E]proached the king and took [A]Richard by the [E]arm
And his [B]rough but friendly gesture, caused [A]Richard's knights a[B]larm

[INSTRUMENTAL]
[E] [B] [E] [B] [F#] [B] [E] [F#] [G#]

[VERSE]
"[A]Ah, me lord " said [E]Tyler, "com[A]panions we will [E]be"
"[B]I shall trust in you my lord, if [A]you will trust in [B]me"
[A]So he called for [E]water, and [A]then he called for [E]ale
And his [B]manner shocked young Richard's knights and I [A]watched the Lord Mayor [B]pale

[VERSE]
"I [A]know this man" a [E]voice accused, "Wat [A]Tyler is a [E]thief"
The [B]Lord Mayor feared he'd harm the king, that [A]was his true be[B]lief
And [A]there at Smithfield, [E]drew his sword and [A]cut our captain [E]down
And the [B]heart went out of all of us, with his [A]blood upon the [B]ground

[CHORUS]
And [G]on the field of [D]Blackheath
Us [G]commons covered the [D]earth
More [A]men than ever [D]I did see
Poor [G]honest men from [A]bir[B]th

[VERSE]
Young [A]Richard, he was [E]merciful when he [A]pardoned one and [E]all
But [B]home to Kent like beaten dogs, still [A]serfs we had to [B]crawl
But how [G]precious was our [D]liberty and the [G]hope that filled us [D]all
[A]Left poor Tyler's [D]severed head u[Em]pon a bloody [D]pol[G]e...