Karine Polwart - Medusa

^EmCan you hear the shuffle of boots? Old men in polyester suits ^C Ties like regimental colours ^Dflying ^EmWho they are I do not know I just watch them row upon row ^C Every single one of them is ^Dcrying And they're ^Emmarching along the old dirt track Looking up ahead, never looking back ^C Scared they'll catch the eye of some Medu^Dsa

^CHere they are now one, two, three ^EmFour and five and more and many And^C six and seven, ^Deight and nine ^EmHere they come in a long, long line ^C Count a dozen, ^Dcount a score ^EmThere might be a hundred mo^Cre ^D

^EmCan you hear the clatter of boots? Kits and packs and khaki suits ^C And ragged regimental colours ^Dflying ^EmSwallowed whole by the cold steel rain Just a little fresh blood in the serpent's vei^Cns ^D And it's a ^Emsharp shrill whistle call to attack And they're running up ahead, and they're never coming back ^C Caught right in the eye of some Medu^Dsa

^CHere they are now one, two, three ^EmFour and five and more and many And^C six and seven, ^Deight and nine ^EmHere they come in a long, long line ^C Count a dozen, ^Dcount a score ^EmThere might be a hundred mo^Cre ^D

^EmCan you hear the concrete clicking And the telephones bawling and the clocks all ticking ^C And the red ink spilling on the ^Dembers ^EmNo one cares, no one remembers ^CNames like footsteps chiselled in stone ^D Row upon ^Emrow, row upon ^Crow, row upon ^Drow, row upon ^Emrow

^CHere they are now one, two, three ^EmFour and five and more and many And^C six and seven, ^Deight and nine ^EmHere they come in a long, long line ^C Count a dozen, ^Dcount a score ^EmThere might be a hundred mo^Cre ^D

^CHere they are now one, two, three ^EmFour and five and more and many And^C six and seven, ^Deight and nine ^EmHere they come in a long, long line ^C Count a dozen, ^Dcount a score ^EmThere might be a hundred mo^Cre ^{D Em} A hundred mo^Cre ^{D Em} A hundred mo^Cre ^{D Em}