The Civil War of Cambreadth
Apologies to Heather Alexander
Our
[Am]rifles
flash and [G]sabers [Am]swing.
Hear the [G]bugle’s
[F]piercing [Am]ring.
Horses charge a-[G]cross
the [Am]field.
Fight those [G](Rebels)(Yankees)
[F] ‘til they [Am]yield.
Even youngsters [G]not
full-[Am]grown
Fight to [G]keep
this [F]land their [Am]own
Sou-ound the bugle, [G]call
the cry:
[Am]How
many of [G]them can [F]we
make [Am]die?
[Am]Follow
orders [G]as you’re [Am]told.
Make the [G](Rebels’)(Yankees’)
[F]blood run [Am]cold.
Fight until you [G]die
or [Am]drop.
A force like [G]ours
is [F]hard to [Am]stop.
Close your mind to [G]stress
and [Am]pain.
Fight ‘til
[G]you’re
no [F]longer
[Am]sane.
Let not one damned
[G](Reb)(Yank)
pass by.
[Am]How
many of [G]them can [F]we
make [Am]die?
[Am]Guard
your women and [G]children
[Am]well.
Send those
[G](Rebels)(Yankees)
[F]back
to [Am]Hell.
We’ll teach them the
[G]ways
of [Am]war
And they won’t
[G]come
here [F]any
[Am]more.
Use your musket;
[G]use
your [Am]head.
Fight ‘til
[G]every
[F]one
is [Am]dead.
Raise the flag up
[G]to
the sky.
[Am]How
many of [G]them can [F]we
make [Am]die?
[Am]Dawn
has broke, the [G]time
has [Am]come.
Move your
[G]feet
to a [F]marching
[Am]drum.
We’ll win the war and
[G]pay
the [Am]toll.
We’ll fight as
[G]one
in [F]heart
and [Am]soul.
Even youngsters [G]not
full-[Am]grown
[Am]Fight
to [G]keep this [F]land
their [Am]own
Sou-ound the bugle, [G]call
the cry:
[Am]How
many of [G]them can [F]we
make [Am]die?