Misc Traditional - Pork Beans And Hardtack - аккорды

[ Предположительная тональность: F#m ]

PORK, BEANS, AND HARDTACK

Verse 1:

        A
Our volunteers are solidiers bold,
   D              Bm
so say the people all.
     E7
When duty calls they spring to arms,
                  A
responsive to the call.

With outfits old and rotten clothes,
    D               Bm
ill fitted for the strife!
     E7
They leave their homes on starving pay,
                      A
to take the nitchies' life.


Refrain:
C#               F#m
Pork, beans, and hard-tack,
C#                  F#m
tra-la-la-la-la-la-la,
B7           E7
Poor, hungry soldiers,
B7              E7
tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
    A
In rags we march the prairie,
     D             Bm
most eager for the fray.
    E7
But when we near the enemy
                 A
they always run away.

As Corporation laborers
     D              Bm
with fa-ti-gue each day
   E7
We dig and scrape

and hoe and rake
                  A
for fifty cents a day!



Verse 2

     A
Faint, cold and weary,
      D                 Bm
we're packed on an open car
E7
Cursing our fate and grumbling
                 A
as soldiers ever are.

Hungry and thirsty,
        D          Bm
over the C.P.R. we go.
    E7
Instead of by the all-rail-route
                  A
Detroit and Chicago.


Refrain:
C#               F#m
Pork, beans, and hard-tack,
C#                  F#m
tra-la-la-la-la-la-la,
B7           E7
Poor, hungry soldiers,
B7              E7
tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
    A
In rags we march the prairie,
     D             Bm
most eager for the fray.
    E7
But when we near the enemy
                 A
they always run away.

As Corporation laborers
     D              Bm
with fa-ti-gue each day
   E7
We dig and scrape

and hoe and rake
                  A
for fifty cents a day!



Verse 3
      A
On half cooked beans and fat pork,
      D              Bm
we're fed without relief.
     E7
Save when we get a  change of grub
                        A
on hard-tack and corned beef!

On fat-ti-gue and guards all day,
    D                  Bm
patrols and pickets by night,
      E7
It's  thus we while our time away,
                        A
Our duty seems ne'er to fight!

Refrain:
C#               F#m
Pork, beans, and hard-tack,
C#                  F#m
tra-la-la-la-la-la-la,
B7           E7
Poor, hungry soldiers,
B7              E7
tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
    A
In rags we march the prairie,
     D             Bm
most eager for the fray.
    E7
But when we near the enemy
                 A
they always run away.

As Corporation laborers
     D              Bm
with fa-ti-gue each day
   E7
We dig and scrape

and hoe and rake
                  A
for fifty cents a day!



Verse 4
    A
Down the wild Saskatchewan
   D
in river boats we go.
     E7
At last we reach Lake Winnipeg
                         A
where a tug takes us in tow.

On board a barge two regiments
     D               Bm
are shoved into the hold.
     E7
Like sardines in a box we're packed
            A
600 men all told!

Refrain:
C#               F#m
Pork, beans, and hard-tack,
C#                  F#m
tra-la-la-la-la-la-la,
B7           E7
Poor, hungry soldiers,
B7              E7
tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
    A
In rags we march the prairie,
     D             Bm
most eager for the fray.
    E7
But when we near the enemy
                 A
they always run away.

As Corporation laborers
     D              Bm
with fa-ti-gue each day
   E7
We dig and scrape

and hoe and rake
                  A
for fifty cents a day!



Verse 5
   A
Down the length of Winnipeg Lake,
  D                    Bm
We roll throughout the night.
    E7
And on we're towed along the Lake
                   A
till Selkirk is in sight.

We disembark in double quick time,
   D                 Bm
We once more board a train;
     E7
We're on our way for Winnipeg,
                        A
we're getting near home again!

Refrain:

C#               F#m
Pork, beans, and hard-tack,
C#                  F#m
tra-la-la-la-la-la-la,
B7           E7
Poor, hungry soldiers,
B7              E7
tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
    A
In rags we march the prairie,
     D             Bm
most eager for the fray.
    E7
But when we near the enemy
                 A
they always run away.

As Corporation laborers
     D              Bm
with fa-ti-gue each day
   E7
We dig and scrape

and hoe and rake
                  A
for fifty cents a day!