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Soldiering Life ukulele

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VERSE 1

D                          C#
Ambling madly all over the town
                                D
The call to arms you likened to a whisper
               C#
I likened to a radio.
D                             C#
You were a brickbat, a bowery tough,
                                D
So rough they culled you from a cartoon.
                   C#
Pulled out of your pantaloons.

CHORUS

    A                  Ab
But you, my brother in arms,
               F#m                                E
I'd rather I'd lose my limbs than let you come to harm.
    A                 Ab
But you, my bombazine doll
                F#m                                 E
The bullets may singe your skin and the mortars may fall.
    A                 E
But I have never felt so much light
     F#m                     D
Than tonight, huddled in the trenches,
              A
Gazing on the battlefield.
           E
Our rifles blaze away.
   G                 D
We blaze away. Oh Oh Oh

VERSE 2

D                          C#
Corporal Bradley of regiment five
                                D
In proud array, standing by the bathing
                         C#
Soldiers and the stevedores.
D                                     C#
We laid on the mattress and tumbled to sleep
                                     D
Our eyes aligned, swaddled in our civies
                     C#
Cradled in our dungarees.

CHORUS 



    A                  Ab
But you, my brother in arms,
               F#m                                E
I'd rather I'd lose my limbs than let you come to harm.
    A                 Ab
But you, my bombazine doll
                F#m                                 E
The bullets may singe your skin and the mortars may fall.
    A                 E
But I have never felt so much light
     F#m                     D
Than tonight, huddled in the trenches,
              A
Gazing on the battlefield.
           E
Our rifles blaze away.
   G                 D
We blaze away. Oh Oh Oh

OUTRO

   G                 D
We blaze away. Oh Oh Oh
   A                    E
We blaze away. Oh Oh Oh Oh
   G                 D
We blaze away. Oh Oh Oh

            
            
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