SIT DOWN BY THE FIRE - by Shane MacGowan
from the album "If I Should Fall From Grace With God"
Sit Down By The Fire- as perfomed by The Pogues
Capo 1st fret
Intro |Am |Am |Am |Em Am |Am |Em Am ||
Sit [Am]down by the fire I'll tell you a story to [Em]send you away to [Am]bed
Of the [Am]things you hear creeping when everyone's sleeping and you [Em]wish you were out here in[Am]stead
It [Am]isn't the mice in the wall it [G]isn't the wind in the [Am]well
Every [Am]night they march out of that hole in the wall on their [Em]way out of [Am]Hell
They're the [C]things that you [F]see when you [C]wake up and scream
The [C]cold things that [F]follow you [C]down the Boreen
They [C]live in the [F]small wing of [C]trees on the hill
[C]Up at the [F]top of the [C]field
And they [C]dance on the rain and they [F]dance on the [C]wind
They [C]tap on the window when [F]no one is [C]in
C |F C||
And if ever you see them
[C]Pretend that you're dead or they'll [F]bite off your [C]head
They'll [C]rip out your liver and [F]dance on your [C]neck
They [C]dance on your head they [F]dance on your [C]chest
And they [C]give you the cramp and the [F]cholic for [C]jest
Inst |G C|G C|G C|G C||
|Am |Am |G C|G C|G C|G C|Am ||
They're the ones that you see when you wake up and scream
The cold things that follow you down the Boreen
They live in the small wing of trees on the hill
Up at the top of the field
They play on the wind they sing in the rain
They dance on your eyes they dance in your brain
Remember this place it's damp and it is cold
The best place on earth but it's dark and it's old
So lie near the wall and cover your head
Good night and God bless now fuck off to bed
Outro |Am |Am |Am |Am ||
from the album "If I Should Fall From Grace With God"
Sit Down By The Fire- as perfomed by The Pogues
Capo 1st fret
Intro |Am |Am |Am |Em Am |Am |Em Am ||
Sit [Am]down by the fire I'll tell you a story to [Em]send you away to [Am]bed
Of the [Am]things you hear creeping when everyone's sleeping and you [Em]wish you were out here in[Am]stead
It [Am]isn't the mice in the wall it [G]isn't the wind in the [Am]well
Every [Am]night they march out of that hole in the wall on their [Em]way out of [Am]Hell
They're the [C]things that you [F]see when you [C]wake up and scream
The [C]cold things that [F]follow you [C]down the Boreen
They [C]live in the [F]small wing of [C]trees on the hill
[C]Up at the [F]top of the [C]field
And they [C]dance on the rain and they [F]dance on the [C]wind
They [C]tap on the window when [F]no one is [C]in
C |F C||
And if ever you see them
[C]Pretend that you're dead or they'll [F]bite off your [C]head
They'll [C]rip out your liver and [F]dance on your [C]neck
They [C]dance on your head they [F]dance on your [C]chest
And they [C]give you the cramp and the [F]cholic for [C]jest
Inst |G C|G C|G C|G C||
|Am |Am |G C|G C|G C|G C|Am ||
They're the ones that you see when you wake up and scream
The cold things that follow you down the Boreen
They live in the small wing of trees on the hill
Up at the top of the field
They play on the wind they sing in the rain
They dance on your eyes they dance in your brain
Remember this place it's damp and it is cold
The best place on earth but it's dark and it's old
So lie near the wall and cover your head
Good night and God bless now fuck off to bed
Outro |Am |Am |Am |Am ||
