When Margaret Was Eleven Lyrics And Guitar Chords
Pete St. John wrote this song, and Pete also wrote The Fields Of Athenry song which was his biggest success to date. Here is another great Irish anti war song from one of Ireland's best song writers, And who better to do the song justice that the great balladeer Ronnie Drew.
Guitar chords for the key of G Major
[G]Sweet Lord, I was[D] seven and[C] Margaret was e[G]leven
They[C] fed us war for[G] breakfast and[A] soldiers' songs for [D]tea
Your[C] father's gone cam[G]paigning, was their[C] way of not ex[G]plaining
That[C] soldiers are the[G] living proof of our[D7] inhumani[G]ty
My[G] father said farewell and the[C] band played tunes of[D7] glor[G]y
A[C] gallant man he[G] marched away, a[A] man with digni[D]ty
A[C] regimental[G] sergeant, the[C] backbone of the[G] Empire
For[C] God and righteous[G] glory bound for[D] High Germa[G]ny
[G]Sweet Lord, I was[D] seven and[C] Margaret was e[G]leven
They[C] fed us war for[G] breakfast and[A] soldiers' songs for [D]tea
Your[C] father's gone cam[G]paigning, was their[C] way of not ex[G]plaining
That[C] soldiers are the[G] living proof of our[D7] inhumani[G]ty
My[G] father said farewell and the[C] band played tunes of[D7] glor[G]y
A[C] gallant man he[G] marched away, a[A] man with digni[D]ty
A[C] regimental[G] sergeant, the[C] backbone of the[G] Empire
For[C] God and righteous[G] glory bound for[D] High Germa[G]ny
[Chorus]
[D]Sweet Lord, I was[A] seven and[G] Margaret was e[D]leven
They[G] fed us war for[D] breakfast and[E] soldiers' songs for [A]tea
Your[G] father's gone cam[D]paigning, was their[G] way of not ex[D]plaining
That[G] soldiers are the[D] living proof of our[A7] inhumani[D]ty
[1]
My[D] father said farewell and the[G] band played tunes of[A7] glor[D]y
A[G] gallant man he[D] marched away, a[E] man with digni[A]ty
A[G] regimental[D] sergeant, the[G] backbone of the[D] Empire
For[G] God and righteous[D] glory bound for[A] High Germa[D]ny
[2]
My childhood passed away amid tales and lurid stories
Of manufactured glories and inhuman gallantry
I asked, When is war over, but no one seemed to answer
And Margaret played the dreaded tune called High Germany [ LYRICS ]
[3]
My father came back home, but he came without his reason
Two eyes of molten madness, a senseless fool of war
He's just a child, my mother cried, To be dressed in full regalia
And paraded as a hero home from High Germany
[D]Sweet Lord, I was[A] seven and[G] Margaret was e[D]leven
They[G] fed us war for[D] breakfast and[E] soldiers' songs for [A]tea
Your[G] father's gone cam[D]paigning, was their[G] way of not ex[D]plaining
That[G] soldiers are the[D] living proof of our[A7] inhumani[D]ty
[1]
My[D] father said farewell and the[G] band played tunes of[A7] glor[D]y
A[G] gallant man he[D] marched away, a[E] man with digni[A]ty
A[G] regimental[D] sergeant, the[G] backbone of the[D] Empire
For[G] God and righteous[D] glory bound for[A] High Germa[D]ny
[2]
My childhood passed away amid tales and lurid stories
Of manufactured glories and inhuman gallantry
I asked, When is war over, but no one seemed to answer
And Margaret played the dreaded tune called High Germany [ LYRICS ]
[3]
My father came back home, but he came without his reason
Two eyes of molten madness, a senseless fool of war
He's just a child, my mother cried, To be dressed in full regalia
And paraded as a hero home from High Germany
