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When Margaret Was Eleven chords by The Dubliners

  • G

  • D

  • Bm

    2
  • A

Intro 1
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D
Bm
G
D
A
G
D
Verse 1
D
My father said farewell
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A
D
and the band played tunes of glory
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A giant man with ribbons,
A
bedeviled dignity
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A regimental sergeant,
D
G
the backbone of the Empire
D
G
D
For God and righteous glory
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D
bound for High Germany

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Verse 2
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A
Sweet Lord, I was just seven when
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D
Margaret was eleven
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D
They served us war for breakfast and
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soldiers' songs for tea
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D
"Your father's gone campaigning"
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D
was a way of not explaining
G
That soldiers are the living
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A
proof of our inhumanity
D
Verse 3
My childhood passed away midst
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A
D
the tales and lurid stories
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Of manufactured glories
A
and inhuman gallantry
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I asked, "When is war over?",
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G
D
but no one deemed to answer me
G
And Margaret played that dreaded
D
A
D
tune called High Germany
Verse 4
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A
Sweet Lord, I was just seven when
G
D
Margaret was eleven
G
D
They served us war for breakfast
A
and soldiers' songs for tea
G
D
"Your father's gone campaigning"
G
D
was a way of not explaining
G
That soldiers are the living
D
A
proof of our inhumanity
D
G
Interlude 1
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Bm
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D
A
G
D
Verse 5
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My father made it home,
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D
but he came without his reason
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Two eyes of molten madness,
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a senseless fool of war
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D
"He's just a child," my mother cried,
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"to be dressed in full regalia
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G
D
And paraded as a hero home
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D
from High Germany"
Verse 6
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A
Sweet Lord, I was just seven
G
when Margaret was eleven
D
G
D
They served us war for breakfast
A
and soldiers' songs for tea
G
D
"Your father's gone campaigning"
G
D
was a way of not explaining
G
D
That soldiers are the living
A
proof of our inhumanity
D
Verse 7
G
There'll be no tunes of glory
D
A
for Margaret and me
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