Gordon Bok - These dry stone walls

These miles of dry stone ^Gwalls That ^Chold, in ploughed brown ^Dfields, these kingly ^Emhalls The dead of centuries in ^Ghills of ^Csand The stones that ^Bmbind them Are ^Amproud as ^Dwhat lies behind ^Emthem And varied as the ^Gcounties ^Cin this curious ^Amland ^{B7 Em}

In Cumberland they ^Gbuilt them On ^Chills that surely ^Dmust have ^Emkilled them Through broom and juni^Gper and stunted ^Cling Two thousand feet ^Bmover With ^Amjust a tar^Dpaulin co^Emver They crouched in ^Gwind and rain and ^Cwaited for the ^Amspring ^{B7 Em}

In Aberdeenshire ^Gvalley The ^Cfields were only ^Dopen ^Emquarry The stones were gathered up and ^Gmade to ^Cstand But with every ^Bmploughing You'd ^Amthink it was ^Dstones they'd been ^Emsowing The walls grew ^Gsadder here than ^Cany in the ^Amland ^{B7 Em}

The Irish built in ^Gcourses Of single ^Cstones the ^Dsize of ^Emhorses Of glacial boulders, without ^Gedge or ^Cface But if you could ^Bmview them A^Ambove, the ^Dsun lighting ^Emthrough them You'd swear the ^Ghills were edged in ^Cbroken granite ^Amrays ^{B7 Em}

When Pict and Viking ^Gtook Stone ^Cpages from some ^Dprehistoric ^Embook A sandy flagstone under ^GOrkney ^Chills Hailing there the ^Bmwhile And ^Amleft history ^Din the ^Emislands This is what ^Gwater, wind and ^Ctime and toil re^Amveal ^{B7 Em}

From Yorkshire's ^Glimestone hills Through ^CDerbyshire to the ^Dcoast of ^EmWales From Shetland's salty rocks to ^GDevon ^Clane Just look and dis^Bmcover Two ^Amwalls that ^Dlean against each ^Emother You'll never ^Gsee them in ^Cquite the same way a^Amgain ^{B7 Em}

These miles of dry stone ^Gwalls That ^Chold, in ploughed brown ^Dfields, these kingly ^Emhalls The dead of centuries in ^Ghills of ^Csand The stones that ^Bmbind them Are ^Amproud as ^Dwhat lies behind ^Emthem And varied as the ^Gcounties ^Cin this curious ^Amland ^{B7 Em}