Irish Songs With Easy Chords & Lyrics
Smith Of Bristol
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| Smith was a Bristol man and a rare old sort was he |
| G | A | D |
| With his | cutlass and his | pistols, heave-ye- | ho |
With a noble crew of cut-throats he used to scour the sea
| G | A | D |
| A' | plundering and a' | robbing high and | low |
| A |
| He | swore 'twas no concern, he did not give a herrin' |
| D |
| About right or wrong or any holy | show |
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| He swore that grabbing | booty was | Britain's foremost | duty |
| D | A | D |
| Wher | ever she could | get it, heave-ye- | ho |
Chorus
| A | D |
| Heave-ye- | ho, heave-ye- | ho |
| G | D | G |
| He swore that grabbing | booty was | Britain's foremost | duty |
| D | A | D |
| Wher | ever she could | get it, heave-ye- | ho |
| D |
| For | Smith had a noble soul and lofty was his pride |
| G | A | D |
| With his | cutlass and his | pistols, heave-ye- | ho |
He'd watch his beaten foe-men jump out into the tide
| G | A | D |
| Call you | beggars who had | nowhere else to | go |
| A |
| And | hanging from his lanyards were Portuguese and Spaniards |
| D |
| And beaten Frenchmen jumping to and | fro |
| G | D | G |
| Right along the blazing | story shown | allure in England's | glory |
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| Pirate Smith of | Bristol, heave-ye- | ho |
Chorus
| D |
| But | accidents will happen even to heroes such as he |
| G | A | D |
| With his | cutlass and his | pistols, heave-ye- | ho |
He was standing at his capstan as happy as could be
| G | A | D |
| Hoping | soon to have a | nother prize in | tow |
| A |
| When a | whistling Spanish bullet came and caught him in the gullet |
| D |
| And very sad to say, laid him | low |
| G | D | G |
| He was only ninety- | seven but his | soul had gone to | heaven |
| D | A | D |
| To | rest on Nelson's | bosom, heave-ye- | ho |
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