By Seth Lakeman
From the album Kitty Jay
Tabbed by Ian Saunders
20 June 2009
4/4 time
Key of A#
Played with capo at 3rd fret in G
Verse
[G]I`ll sing you a song how [C]first we [D]began,
[G]Our toils and our troubles our pl[C]ot and our plan.
C, G/B, G6, Am7 (one stroke each)
[Am7]We left our fair country, our fr[D]iends and our homes,
C, G/B, G6, Am7
Am7 (hammer on D strings).....D
Across to the deserts wild and the mountains to roll.
We travelled three weeks `til we came to the platt.
Set up our camp ahead of the pack,
In just a moment low we heard a faint yell,
Five hundred cavalry they were riding from hell.
Chorus
[G]We fig[C]ht for f[D]avo[Em7]ur,
[G]we will [C]fight for [D]pride,
[G]And oh we wi[C]ll fight[D] for f[Em7]avour,
C D (hammer on G string)
We will fight `til they die.
They made a bold dash came near to our train,
Bullets fell around like showers of rain,
With long rifles at hand we fed them hot lead
`Til many a brave warrior around us lay dead,
Chr.
We travel by day but guard in the night,
Across all those mountains so high in their might,
Now in a green valley we live beside a clear old stream,
Our journey now ended in the land of our dreams,
Chr.
From the album Kitty Jay
Tabbed by Ian Saunders
20 June 2009
4/4 time
Key of A#
Played with capo at 3rd fret in G
Verse
[G]I`ll sing you a song how [C]first we [D]began,
[G]Our toils and our troubles our pl[C]ot and our plan.
C, G/B, G6, Am7 (one stroke each)
[Am7]We left our fair country, our fr[D]iends and our homes,
C, G/B, G6, Am7
Am7 (hammer on D strings).....D
Across to the deserts wild and the mountains to roll.
We travelled three weeks `til we came to the platt.
Set up our camp ahead of the pack,
In just a moment low we heard a faint yell,
Five hundred cavalry they were riding from hell.
Chorus
[G]We fig[C]ht for f[D]avo[Em7]ur,
[G]we will [C]fight for [D]pride,
[G]And oh we wi[C]ll fight[D] for f[Em7]avour,
C D (hammer on G string)
We will fight `til they die.
They made a bold dash came near to our train,
Bullets fell around like showers of rain,
With long rifles at hand we fed them hot lead
`Til many a brave warrior around us lay dead,
Chr.
We travel by day but guard in the night,
Across all those mountains so high in their might,
Now in a green valley we live beside a clear old stream,
Our journey now ended in the land of our dreams,
Chr.
