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Its The Syme The Whole World Over

by Misc Traditional

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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!

Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!

[Verse 1]
G C
She was just a parson's daughter,
D7 G
Pure, unstyned was her fyme,
C
Till a country squire came courtin',
D7 G
And the poor girl lorst 'er nyme.

[Verse 2]
G C
It's the syme the whole world over,
D7 G
It's the poor what gets the blyme,
C
While the rich 'as all the plysures,
D7 G
Now ain't that a blinkin' shyme.

[Verse 3]
G C
So she went aw'y to Lunnon,
D7 G
Just to 'ide 'er guilty shyme.
C
There she met another squire,
D7 G
Once ag'yn she lorst 'er nyme.

[Verse 4]
G C
Look at 'im with all 'is 'orses,
D7 G
Drinking champygne in 'is club,
C
While the wictim of 'is passions
D7 G
Drinks 'er Guiness in a pub.

[Verse 5]
G C
Now e's in 'is ridin' britches,
D7 G
'Untin' foxes in the chyse,
C
While the wictim of 'is folly
D7 G
Mykes 'er livin' by 'er wice.

[Verse 6]
G C
When she tried to go from Lunnon,
D7 G
Once ag'yn to 'ide 'er shyme,
C
She was 'syved' by an army chaplain,
D7 G
Once ag'yn she lorst 'er nyme.

[Verse 7]
G C
'Ear 'im as 'e jaws the Tommies,
D7 G
Warnin' o' the flymes o' 'ell.
C
With 'er 'ole 'eart she 'ad trusted,
D7 G
But ag'yn she lorst 'er nyme.

[Verse 8]
G C
So she settled down in Lunnon,
D7 G
Sinkin' deeper in 'er shyme,
C
Till she met a lybor leader,
D7 G
And ag'yn she lorst 'er nyme.

[Verse 9]
G C
Now 'e's in the 'ouse of Commons
D7 G
Mykin' laws to put down crime,
C
Wile the wictim o' 'is plysure
D7 G
Walks the street each night in shyme.

[Verse 10]
G C
Then there cyme a bloated bishop.
D7 G
Marriage was the tyle 'e told.
C
There was no one else to tyke 'er,
D7 G
So she sold 'er soul for gold.

[Verse 11]
G C
See 'er in 'er 'orse and carriage,
D7 G
Drivin' d'yly through the park.
C
Though she myde a wealthy marriage,
D7 G
Still she 'ides a breakin' 'eart.

[Verse 12]
G C
In a cottage down in Sussex
D7 G
Lives 'er payrents old and lyme,
C
And they drink the wine she sends 'em,
D7 G
But they never speaks 'er nyme.

[Verse 13]
G C
In their poor and 'umble dwelling,
D7 G
There 'er grievin' payrents live.
C
Drinkin' champygne as she sends 'em
D7 G
But they never can forgive.