Key: Ab major•
Verse 1
Ab
G
I love those who labor.
weavers
and fishermen and miners as well.
Now all you who hear me,
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I pray you draw near me.
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Ab
Before you grow weary,
I'll sing of myself.
I was brought up in plenty
A joy to my father,
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a joy to my mother.
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The pain of my country
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was nothing to me.
My school days being over,
I became a rover
To Russia and China,
to France and to Spain.
I lived at my leisure,
I lived but for pleasure
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And so, none the wiser to England I came
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I thought it no danger
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But with time changing
a friend he became
For the joys of a lover can equal
no other forever anew,
we don't lack a living,
our children a blessing,
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our joy to renew.
can only torment me,
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when the wealth of the country
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belongs to the few
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I join with the angry
and to I am not a stranger,
I welcome the danger,
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and yet I'm afraid.
For I fear the fate
with torture and pain.
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Ab
no longer afraid.
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For I've learned to be angry,
I've learn to be one.
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even foes will commend me.
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I am not alone.
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In the presence of fighters,
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In the company of workers,
replenish myself of miners
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when I sing of my brothers
I sing of myself
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsAb G Fm Db Bbm...
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