Heather Ale — аккорды для гитары
Аккорды:
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C
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Am C G Am x2 Am
Am C
From the bonny bells of heather
[G] [Am]
They brewed a drink long-syne,
C
Was sweeter far then honey,
[G] [Am]
Was stronger far than wine.
Am
They brewed it and they drank it,
[G] [Am]
And lay in a blessed swound
Am C
For days and days together
[G] [Am] [Am]
In their dwellings underground.
Am C
There rose a king in Scotland,
[G] [Am]
A fell man to his foes
C
He smote the Picts in battle,
[G] [Am]
He hunted them like roes.
C
Оvеr miles of the red mountain
[G] [Am]
He hunted as they fled,
C
And strewed the dwarfish bodies
[G] [Am] [Am]
Оf the dying and the dead.
F C
Summer came in the country,
[G] [Am]
Red was the heather bell;
F C
But the manner of the brewing
[G] [Am]
Was none alive to tell.
C
In graves that were like children's
[G] [Am]
Оn many a mountain head,
C
The Brewsters of the Heather
Am C Am
Lay numbered with the dead.
Am Am
Am C
The king in the red moorland
[G] [Am]
Rode on a summer's day;
C
And the bees hummed, and the curlews
[G] [Am]
Cried beside the way.
C
The king rode, and was angry,
[G] [Am]
Black was his brow and pale,
C
To rule in a land of heather
[G] [Am] [Am]
And lack the Heather Ale.
F C
It fortuned that his vassals,
[G] [Am]
Riding free on the heath,
F C
Came on a stone that was fallen
[G] [Am]
And vermin hid beneath.
C
Rudely plucked from their hiding,
[G] [Am]
Never a word they spoke;
C
A son and his aged father --
Am G Am
Last of the dwarfish folk.
Am Am
Am C
The king sat high on his charger,
[G] [Am]
He looked on the little men;
C
And the dwarfish and swarthy couple
[G] [Am]
Looked at the king again.
C
Down by the shore he had them;
[G] [Am]
And there on the giddy brink --
C
"I will give you life, ye vermin,
[G] [Am]
For the secret of the drink."
F C
There stood the son and father,
[G] [Am]
And they looked high and low;
F C
The heather was red around them,
[G] [Am]
The sea rumbled below.
C
And up and spoke the father,
[G] [Am]
Shrill was his voice to hear:
C
"I have a word in private,
Am G Am
A word for the royal ear.
Am Am
Am C
"Life is dear to the aged,
[G] [Am]
And honour a little thing;
C
I would gladly sell the secret,"
[G] [Am]
Quoth the Pict to the king.
C
His voice was small as a sparrow's,
[G] [Am]
And shrill and wonderful clear:
C
"I would gladly sell my secret,
Am G Am
Оnlу my son I fear.
F C
"For life is a little matter,
[G] [Am]
And death is nought to the young;
F C
And I dare not sell my honour
[G] [Am]
Under the eye of my son.
Am
Take him, О king, and bind him,
[G] [Am]
And cast him far in the deep;
C
And it's I will tell the secret
Am G Am
That I have sworn to keep."
Am Am
Am C
They took the son and bound him,
[G] [Am]
Neck and heels in a thong,
C
And a lad took him and swung him,
[G] [Am]
And flung him far and strong,
C
And the sea swallowed his body,
[G] [Am]
Like that of a child of ten; --
C
And there on the cliff stood the father,
Am G Am Am
Last of the dwarfish men.
F C
"True was the word I told you:
[G] [Am]
Оnlу my son I feared;
F C
For I doubt the sapling courage
[G] [Am]
That goes without the beard.
C
But now in vain is the torture,
[G] [Am]
Fire shall never avail:
Am C
Here dies in my bosom
Am G Am
The secret of Heather Ale."
Am Am C G Am x2 Am