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Our Sergeant Major

Biography:

George Formby, OBE (26 May 1904 – 6 March 1961), was a British actor, singer-songwriter and comedian. He sang light, comical songs, usually playing the ukulele or banjolele. He was a major star of stage and screen in the 1930s and '40s, when Formby became the UK's highest-paid entertainer. His songs such as "When I'm Cleaning Windows" were particularly popular during the Second World War (1939–45).

When he and his wife travelled throughout the war, creating improvised lyrics to songs to fit the situation, they delighted their audiences.

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OUR SERGEANT MAJOR - GEORGE FORMBY
Tabbed by Del Bradley for guitar CAPO on 3 or to taste
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G D G
Now theres a sergeant major, enjoys life when he can
Em D
He proves to all the ladies, hes a soldier and a man

G Am
He sticks out his chest, two pillows in his vest
Am D G
A bolster under his rotunda, our sergeant major

G Am
His medals break our hearts, he won them playing darts
D D7 D G
And while competing, who was cheating, our sergeant major

Bm
Hes far away the worst friend we've ever had
Am D
When hes far away, well, we're mighty glad

G Am
In the canteen bar, you know what sergeants are
D D7 D G
When we've passed out, whos the last out, our sergeant major

G Am
Hes got a raucous voice, his language isnt choice
D D7 D G
In clink wed shove him, how we love him, our sergeant major

G Am
His weight about hell throw, the wicked so and so
D D7 D G
Who'd even smother, his own mother, our sergeant major

Bm
Hes far away the worst friend we've ever had
Am D
When hes far away, well, we're mighty glad

G Am
Our bugler goes his rounds, and when the bugle sounds
D D7 D G
For everlasting, whos he blasting, our sergeant major

Insert crazy solo here if you wish :)

G Am
Now he makes raw recruits, just tremble in their boots
D D7 D G
Calls them slackers, whos gone crackers, our sergeant major

G Am
His feet fill up the road, knock-kneed and pigeon toed
D D7 D G
We'd sooner shoot him than salute him, our sergeant major

Bm
Hes far away the worst friend we've ever had
Am D
When hes far away, well, we're mighty glad

G Am
The mascot goat we own, so big and fat has grown
D D7 D G
Wild and warlike, hes far more like, our sergeant major !