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Scorn Of The Women ukulele

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Scorn of the Women – Weddings, Parties, Anything
    F                        C                                       
I remember respectfully like others before me
All those folk who fell in the war
    F                        C                                        
And I hear you singing songs of lamentation
      G                          C                                    
But I don’t wish to hear them no more
G                                               F                     G
What did you do in the time of the war? It’s a question asked by everyone
   F                       C                    G                     C 
I stood in a line my screwdriver in hand making aircraft out at Laverton
            F                        C
   So don’t sing no songs about Waltzing Matilda
         G         F            G         F                                
   Don’t tell me I tried, don’t tell me I failed
       F                   C                                             
   For all I recall is the scorn of the women
         G                                    C                          
   And a white feather that I received in the mail
    F                     C                                       
I remember the day I went down to enlist
And they said “Read this chart on the wall”
     F                     C                                         
I remember the tone of the voice of the doctor
      G                                                       C       
As he said to me: “That will be all. Thank you very much”
 G                                      F                      G       
Riding home slowly I sat on my tram not sure if to laugh or to cry
       F                           C                                  
For to train in the camps, sure, a man needs his lamps
      G                              C                                
And a good soldier he must have good eyes
        F                          C                               
Well it takes more than bullets to murder and maim
Whether worn down or beaten a death’s still a death
        F                           C                                 
And you know sometimes when I think back to the forties
  G                     C                                            
I pray for my very last breath
You know I have nothing against those who fought
        F                           G                                 
But for Christ’s sake we do what we can
            F                          C                              
And there’s more than one way that you can skin a cat
            G                                   C                     
And there’s more than one way you can cripple a man

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