Intro is finger picking in F F/Eb Bb F Harris my old friend, good to see your face again Bb C More welcome though yon trap and that old mare Bb F For the wife is in a swoon and I am all alone Ab Gm F Harris fetch thy mare and take us home F/Eb Bb F The wife and I came out for a quiet glass of stout Bb C And a word or two with neighbours in the room Bb F But young Cleary he came in, drunk and wild as sin Ab Gm F And swore the wife would leave the place with him F/Eb Bb F But the wife as quick as thought said “No I‘ll bloody not.” Bb C And struck the brute a blow about the head Bb F He raised up his ugly paw and lashed her on the jaw Ab Gm F And she fell unto the floor like she were dead F/Eb Bb F Now, Harris, well you know, I’ve never struck an angry blow. Bb C Nor would I keep a friend who raised his hands Bb F I was a “Conshie” in the war, crying “What the hell’s this for?” Ab Gm F But I had to see his blood to be a man. F/Eb Bb F I grabbed him by his coat, spun him round and took his throat Bb C And beat his head against the parlour door. Bb F He dragged out an awful knife and he roared “I’ll have your life.” Ab Gm F Then he struck me and I fell unto the floor. F/Eb Bb F Blood I was from neck to thigh, bloody murder in his eye, Bb C As he shouted out “I’ll finish you for sure.” Bb F But as the knife came down I lashed out from the ground Ab Gm F And the knife was in his breast when he rolled o’er F/Eb Bb F With the wife as cold as clay, I carried her away Bb C No hand was raised to help us through the door Bb F And I’ve brought her half a mile, but I’ve had to rest awhile Ab Gm F And none of them I’ll call a friend the more F/Eb Bb F For when the knife came down, I was helpless on the ground Bb C No neighbour stayed his hand I was alone Bb F By God! I was a man, but now I cannot stand Ab Gm F Please, Harris, fetch they mare and take us home F/Eb Bb F Oh, Harris, fetch thy mare and take us out of here Bb C In my nine and fifty years I’d never known Bb F That to call myself a man for my loved one I must stand Ab Gm F Now, Harris, fetch thy mare, and take us home.
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