Grave Of Bonaparte

Subject: Re: Legal stuff... To: G.Vaughn@ttacs.ttu.edu THE GRAVE OF BONAPARTE Traditional, Arr. N. & N. Blake G C D On a lone, barren isle, where the wild, roaring billows G D Assail the stern rock and the loud tempest raves, G C G The hero lies still where the dew drooping willows C G D G Like fond, weeping mourners, lean over his grave D G C The lightning may flash and the loud thunder rattle. G D A D He eats not, he hears not, he's free from all pain. G C G He sleeps his last sleep, he has fought his last battle. C G D G No sound can awake him to glory again. C D G No sound can awake him to glory again. G C D Oh shade of the mighty, where now are the legions G D That rushed but to conquer, when thou ledst them on? G C G Alas, they have perished in far hilly regions, C G D G And all, save the fame, of their triumph is gone. D G C The trumpet may sound and the loud cannon rattle. G D A D They eat not, they hear not, they're free from all pain. G C G They sleep their last sleep, they have fought their last battle. C G D G No sound can awake them to glory again. C D G No sound can awake them to glory again. G C D Yet, spirit immortal, the tomb cannot bind thee. G D For like thine own eagle, that soared to the Sun, G C G Thou springest from bondage, and leavest behind thee, C G D G A name which, before thee, no mortal had won. D G C Tho' nations may combat, and war's thunder rattle, G D A D No more on thy steed wilt thou sweep o'er the plain. G C G Thou sleep'st thy last sleep, thou hast fought thy last battle. C G D G No sound can awake thee to glory again. C D G No sound can awake thee to glory again. See ya -Bo Parker Bo.Parker@msfc.nasa.gov (<- MAIL to this address. REPLIES to this address will probably bounce.) "And if one more person says to me, they can't stand the "twang," I think I just might gingerly poke 'em in the eye. This is not like eating okra." --Linda Ellis