Greg Crawford - The Conquered Banner

Simplificar Afinação: E A D G B ETecla: GCapotraste: Sem capotraste ************************************ THE CONQUERED BANNER by Abram Joseph Ryan (1838-1886); Key: G ************************************ [Intro] C#dim G7 G#dim7 G [Part 1] C#dim Bm Furl that Banner, for 'tis weary; C#dim Bm Round its staff 'tis drooping dreary; G# G Furl it, fold it, it is best; G# G For there's not a man to wave it, G# G G# Am And there's no one left to lave it Ebm Am In the blood that heroes gave it; G# G And its foes now scorn and brave it; G# Em Furl it, hide it--let it rest! Gm7 F#m7 Take that banner down! 'tis tattered; G# G#m7 Gm7 Broken is its shaft and shattered; Am7 Bm/D And the valiant hosts are scattered N.C. G7sus4/D -Chromatic- Over whom it floated high. [Solo] G7sus4/D Dsus2 G7sus4/D Dsus2 [Part 2] G7sus4/D Dsus2 Oh! 'tis hard for us to fold it; G7sus4/D Dsus2 Hard to think there's none to hold it; G7sus4/D Dsus2 Hard that those who once unrolled it N.C. Am Abm7 -Chromatic- Now must furl it with a sigh. [Part 3] [Theme 1] G# G Furl that banner! furl it sadly! G# G Once ten thousands hailed it gladly. G# G And ten thousands wildly, madly, [Part 4] Em N.C. Dm Swore -chrom- it should forever wave; Ebm Dm Swore that foeman's sword should never Ebm Dm Hearts like theirs entwined dissever, Ebm Dm Till that flag should float forever Am7 Abm7 O'er their freedom or their grave! [Part 5] [Theme 1] G# G Furl it! for the hands that grasped it, G# G And the hearts that fondly clasped it, G# G#6 G Cold and dead are lying low; [Part 6] Bm7b5 F#7 And that Banner--it is trailing! Bm7b5 F#7 While around it sounds the wailing C Amin Of its people in their woe. [Part 7] G A For, though conquered, they adore it! G A Love the cold, dead hands that bore it! G A Weep for those who fell before it! G A Pardon those who trailed and tore it! G A But, oh! wildly they deplored it! G Em Now who furl and fold it so. [Part 8] D Dsus4 Em Furl that Banner! True, 'tis gory, D Dsus4 Em Yet 'tis wreathed around with glory, D Dsus4 Em And 'twill live in song and story, [Part 9] Am Asus2 Em Though its folds are in the dust; Am Asus2 Em For its fame on brightest pages, Am Asus2 Em Penned by poets and by sages, Am Asus2 Em Shall go sounding down the ages-- Am Bm Em Furl its folds though now we must. [Part 10] G Em Furl that banner, softly, slowly! G Em Treat it gently--it is holy-- G G6 Em For it droops above the dead. G Em Touch it not--unfold it never, G Em Let it droop there, furled forever, G Em D Em For its people's hopes are dead!