Show of Hands - The gamekeeper
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[Verse 1]
GIn DeCvonshireG I was a keeper,
HalfEm myC life I liGved outdoors.
UsiDng skills mEmy father taught me,
On landAm that edgDed the oAmpen DmoorGs.
[Verse 2]
GI'd cut tChe snaresG of every poacher,
RisEming hCours be-fGore the sun.
I guaDrded nests and plEmanted cover,
And drovAme the birds tDowardAms thDe gGuns.
[Verse 3]
GI fought Cin France like hGalf this county,
With all tEmhe skiClls I Gbrought from home.
I sDet trapEms and laid the wire,
The earth grew Amred as Devon's Down. Am D G
[Verse 4]
GJuly theC firstG, nineteen sixteen,
We early Emrose, pCassed round Gthe rum.
The whisDtles blew and we bEmroke cover,
And walkAmed in line towardDs the guns.
We walkeAmd in line towardsD the guns.
[Verse 5]
GBack on the lCand, I hGire the beaters,
And whEmen thCe glor-iousG twelfth has come.
We stand Din line,Em we wait in sil-ence,
And walAmk once more Dtowards the guns.
[Refrain]
We walk to-Amwards the waiting gDuns.
We walk to-Amwards the waiting gDuns.
We walk to-Amwards the waiting gDuns. G