Oh Blame Not The Bard chords by John McDermott

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Verse 1
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Oh, blame not the bard
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if he fly to the bowers
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Where pleasure lies carelessly,
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smiling at fame,
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He was born for much more.
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And in happier hours
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his soul might have burned
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With a bow -leader aflame.
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The string that now languishes,
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Loose o 'er the lyre,
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Might have bent a proud bow
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To the warrior's guard.
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And the lip which now breathes,
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But the song of desire
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Might have poured the full tide
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Of a  patriot's heart.
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But alas, for his country,
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her pride has gone by
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And that spirit is broken
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which never would bend
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O 'er the ruin her children
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in secret must sigh
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For to spease them, to love her,
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and death to de fend
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Unpriz'd are her sons,
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till they've learned to betray,
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Undistinguish'd they live,
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if they shame not their sires,
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And the torch that would light them
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through Dignity's way
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Must be caught from the pile
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where their country      expires.
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Then blame not the bard,
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if in pleasures a soft dream,
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He should try to forget
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what he never can heal.
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O give but a hope,
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let a vista but gleam
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Through the gloam of his country,
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and mark how he'll feel
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That instant his heart at her shrine
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would lay down
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Every passion it nursed,
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every bliss it ad ored
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While the mortal,
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now idly entwined with his crown,
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Like the wreath of Armudius,
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should cover    his sore.
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This next. glory be gone
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and the hope fade away

Verse 2

Thy name, love daring,

shall live in his songs

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Verse 3

Not even in the hour

when his heart is most gay

Remembrance of

Verse 4
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thee and thy wrongs.
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The stranger shall hear thy
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lament on  his plains,
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The sigh of thy harp shall
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be sent o 'er the deep,
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Till thy masters themselves,
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as they rivet thy chains,
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Shall pause at the song of their captive
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and weep. you