Smith Of Bristol The Dubliners lyrics and chords
A traditional English folk song, the guitar chords by Marc Fahrbach Ronnie Drew was on vocals. To play along with The Dubliners version of the song use the guitar chords given in the key of D Major. Smith of Bristol piano sheet music now included which uses the same tune as ''Nelson's Farewell'' which was also covered by The Dubliners with Ronnie Drew on vocals. There's probably many more folk songs using that same melody.
[D]Smith was a Bristol man and a rare old sort was he
With his [G]cutlass and his [A]pistols, heave-ye-[D]ho
With a noble crew of cut-throats he used to scour the sea
A'[G]plundering and a'[A]robbing high and [D]low
He [A]swore 'twas no concern, he did not give a herrin'
About right or wrong or any holy [D]show
He swore that grabbing [G]booty was [D]Britain's foremost [G]duty
Wher[D]ever she could [A]get it, heave-ye-[D]ho
Chorus
Heave-ye-[A]ho, heave-ye-[D]ho
He swore that grabbing [G]booty was [D]Britain's foremost [G]duty
Wher[D]ever she could [A]get it, heave-ye-[D]ho
For [D]Smith had a noble soul and lofty was his pride
With his [G]cutlass and his [A]pistols, heave-ye-[D]ho
He'd watch his beaten foe-men jump out into the tide
Call you [G]beggars who had [A]nowhere else to [D]go
And [A]hanging from his lanyards were Portuguese and Spaniards
And beaten Frenchmen jumping to and [D]fro
Right along the blazing [G]story shown [D]allure in England's [G]glory
[D]Pirate Smith of [A]Bristol, heave-ye-[D]ho
Chorus
But [D]accidents will happen even to heroes such as he
With his [G]cutlass and his [A]pistols, heave-ye-[D]ho
He was standing at his capstan as happy as could be
Hoping [G]soon to have a[A]nother prize in [D]tow
When a [A]whistling Spanish bullet came and caught him in the gullet
And very sad to say, laid him [D]low
He was only ninety-[G]seven but his [D]soul had gone to [G]heaven
To [D]rest on Nelson's [A]bosom, heave-ye-[D]ho
With his [G]cutlass and his [A]pistols, heave-ye-[D]ho
With a noble crew of cut-throats he used to scour the sea
A'[G]plundering and a'[A]robbing high and [D]low
He [A]swore 'twas no concern, he did not give a herrin'
About right or wrong or any holy [D]show
He swore that grabbing [G]booty was [D]Britain's foremost [G]duty
Wher[D]ever she could [A]get it, heave-ye-[D]ho
Chorus
Heave-ye-[A]ho, heave-ye-[D]ho
He swore that grabbing [G]booty was [D]Britain's foremost [G]duty
Wher[D]ever she could [A]get it, heave-ye-[D]ho
For [D]Smith had a noble soul and lofty was his pride
With his [G]cutlass and his [A]pistols, heave-ye-[D]ho
He'd watch his beaten foe-men jump out into the tide
Call you [G]beggars who had [A]nowhere else to [D]go
And [A]hanging from his lanyards were Portuguese and Spaniards
And beaten Frenchmen jumping to and [D]fro
Right along the blazing [G]story shown [D]allure in England's [G]glory
[D]Pirate Smith of [A]Bristol, heave-ye-[D]ho
Chorus
But [D]accidents will happen even to heroes such as he
With his [G]cutlass and his [A]pistols, heave-ye-[D]ho
He was standing at his capstan as happy as could be
Hoping [G]soon to have a[A]nother prize in [D]tow
When a [A]whistling Spanish bullet came and caught him in the gullet
And very sad to say, laid him [D]low
He was only ninety-[G]seven but his [D]soul had gone to [G]heaven
To [D]rest on Nelson's [A]bosom, heave-ye-[D]ho
Smith of Bristol piano sheet music
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Guitar chords in the key of G
[G]Smith was a Bristol man and a rare old sort was he
With his [C]cutlass and his [D]pistols, heave-ye-[G]ho
With a noble crew of cut-throats he used to scour the sea
A'[C]plundering and a'[D]robbing high and [G]low
He [D]swore 'twas no concern, he did not give a herrin'
About right or wrong or any holy [G]show
He swore that grabbing [C]booty was [G]Britain's foremost [C]duty
Wher[G]ever she could [D]get it, heave-ye-[G]ho
Chorus
Heave-ye-[D]ho, heave-ye-[G]ho
He swore that grabbing [C]booty was [G]Britain's foremost [C]duty
Wher[G]ever she could [D]get it, heave-ye-[G]ho
For [G]Smith had a noble soul and lofty was his pride
With his [C]cutlass and his [D]pistols, heave-ye-[G]ho
He'd watch his beaten foe-men jump out into the tide
Call you [C]beggars who had [D]nowhere else to [G]go
And [D]hanging from his lanyards were Portuguese and Spaniards
And beaten Frenchmen jumping to and [G]fro
Right along the blazing [C]story shown [G]allure in England's [C]glory
[G]Pirate Smith of [D]Bristol, heave-ye-[G]ho
Chorus
But [G]accidents will happen even to heroes such as he
With his [C]cutlass and his [D]pistols, heave-ye-[G]ho
He was standing at his capstan as happy as could be
Hoping [C]soon to have a[D]nother prize in [G]tow
When a [D]whistling Spanish bullet came and caught him in the gullet
And very sad to say, laid him [G]low
He was only ninety-[C]seven but his [G]soul had gone to [C]heaven
To [G]rest on Nelson's [D]bosom, heave-ye-[G]h
[G]Smith was a Bristol man and a rare old sort was he
With his [C]cutlass and his [D]pistols, heave-ye-[G]ho
With a noble crew of cut-throats he used to scour the sea
A'[C]plundering and a'[D]robbing high and [G]low
He [D]swore 'twas no concern, he did not give a herrin'
About right or wrong or any holy [G]show
He swore that grabbing [C]booty was [G]Britain's foremost [C]duty
Wher[G]ever she could [D]get it, heave-ye-[G]ho
Chorus
Heave-ye-[D]ho, heave-ye-[G]ho
He swore that grabbing [C]booty was [G]Britain's foremost [C]duty
Wher[G]ever she could [D]get it, heave-ye-[G]ho
For [G]Smith had a noble soul and lofty was his pride
With his [C]cutlass and his [D]pistols, heave-ye-[G]ho
He'd watch his beaten foe-men jump out into the tide
Call you [C]beggars who had [D]nowhere else to [G]go
And [D]hanging from his lanyards were Portuguese and Spaniards
And beaten Frenchmen jumping to and [G]fro
Right along the blazing [C]story shown [G]allure in England's [C]glory
[G]Pirate Smith of [D]Bristol, heave-ye-[G]ho
Chorus
But [G]accidents will happen even to heroes such as he
With his [C]cutlass and his [D]pistols, heave-ye-[G]ho
He was standing at his capstan as happy as could be
Hoping [C]soon to have a[D]nother prize in [G]tow
When a [D]whistling Spanish bullet came and caught him in the gullet
And very sad to say, laid him [G]low
He was only ninety-[C]seven but his [G]soul had gone to [C]heaven
To [G]rest on Nelson's [D]bosom, heave-ye-[G]h
My Old Bristol Town Song Lyrics
Verse 1:
In the heart of England lies a city so dear
Where I spent my childhood, my memories so clear
My old Bristol town, oh how I miss thee
The streets and the buildings, they hold such beauty
Chorus:
My old Bristol town, where the river flows
The Clifton Suspension Bridge, it still glows
From the docks to the hills, it's a sight to see
My old Bristol town, forever in my heart it will be
Verse 2:
From the markets to the pubs, the atmosphere's alive
The sound of the buskers, they always thrive
The graffiti art, it tells a story
Of the people and the culture, so full of glory
Chorus:
My old Bristol town, where the river flows
The Clifton Suspension Bridge, it still glows
From the docks to the hills, it's a sight to see
My old Bristol town, forever in my heart it will be
Bridge:
Though I've traveled far and wide
There's no place that I'd rather reside
My old Bristol town, you'll always be my home
No matter where I roam
Chorus:
My old Bristol town, where the river flows
The Clifton Suspension Bridge, it still glows
From the docks to the hills, it's a sight to see
My old Bristol town, forever in my heart it will be
Outro:
So when I close my eyes and drift away
My old Bristol town, you'll never fade away
The memories and the love, they'll never die
My old Bristol town, I'll love you till the day I die.
Verse 1:
In the heart of England lies a city so dear
Where I spent my childhood, my memories so clear
My old Bristol town, oh how I miss thee
The streets and the buildings, they hold such beauty
Chorus:
My old Bristol town, where the river flows
The Clifton Suspension Bridge, it still glows
From the docks to the hills, it's a sight to see
My old Bristol town, forever in my heart it will be
Verse 2:
From the markets to the pubs, the atmosphere's alive
The sound of the buskers, they always thrive
The graffiti art, it tells a story
Of the people and the culture, so full of glory
Chorus:
My old Bristol town, where the river flows
The Clifton Suspension Bridge, it still glows
From the docks to the hills, it's a sight to see
My old Bristol town, forever in my heart it will be
Bridge:
Though I've traveled far and wide
There's no place that I'd rather reside
My old Bristol town, you'll always be my home
No matter where I roam
Chorus:
My old Bristol town, where the river flows
The Clifton Suspension Bridge, it still glows
From the docks to the hills, it's a sight to see
My old Bristol town, forever in my heart it will be
Outro:
So when I close my eyes and drift away
My old Bristol town, you'll never fade away
The memories and the love, they'll never die
My old Bristol town, I'll love you till the day I die.
