[Intro]
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[Verse]
Bb Eb
I am old, very old, but I don't need a wattle
Bb F
I am old, yes, I'm old, but I'm not a dry nettle
Bb Bb7 Eb
All I need is man who is high in his mettle
F Bb Eb
Glory oh, glory, glory, when the evening declines
F Bb Eb F
Glory oh, glory, glory, as the evening declines
[Verse]
Bb Eb
And before the black hunger, I'd husbands in plenty
Bb F
Maybe your granddad was one of the many
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Or was he that red-coat who swigged more than any?
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Glory oh, glory, glory, when the evening declines
F Eb
Glory oh, glory, glory, as the evening declines
[Instrumental]
Eb F Bb Eb F Bb Eb F Bb Eb F
[Bridge]
Bb7 Eb Bb
You can have all your gold, the high king of all metals
F
With soft talk and kisses we'll never want better
Bb F Eb
And the west of a ditch is the best of all settles
F Bb Eb
Glory oh, glory, glory, when the evening declines
F Bb
Glory oh, glory, glory, as the evening declines
[Verse]
Eb
I am old, very old, but I don't need a wattle
Bb F
I am old, yes, I'm old, but I'm not a dry nettle
Bb Bb7 Eb
So you clout the pot, and I'll clout the kettle
F Bb Eb
Glory oh, glory, glory, when the evening declines
F Bb Eb Bb
Glory oh, glory, glory, as the evening declines