The Stanfields - Lady argyle

The ^Gyoke of pride, so many times Has ^Gfallen on the best of us The ^Gyoke of pride, so many times Has ^Gburdened us who ^Fdwell in chari^Gty ^GWhy, you ask, not break the chains? T'is ^Ghard enough contending with The ^Gdownward eyes of passer-bys No ^Ghearth, no home, no ^Flove, no digni^Gty

^EbLo, yet ^Gone ^Fmore de^Ebcry From an ^Bbinfamous ^Dthrone such as ^Ebmine ^GVile ^Fand ^Cstable In a ^Ebwondrous and ^Dslow de^Gcline

The ^Grain still must fall On a ^Gwanderer of such likeness ^GFortune is a beggar’s ^Bbbane ^{Eb D} Yet the ^Gstain blights us all ^GMore so who thus deny it ^GFortune is a beggar’s ^Bbbane ^{Eb D}

^EbNow I'm a ^Grogue ^Fin your ^Ebeyes But I ^Bbonce was a ^Dyeoman who ^Ebshined With a ^Gplace ^Fat the ^Ctable With ^Eblaymen and ^Dlords a^Glike

^EbNow I ^Gfind my^Fself in the ^Ebmire Of a ^Bbworld still un^Dfolding it^Ebself ^GVile ^Fand ^Cstable In a ^Ebwondrous and ^Dslow de^Gcline