If We Did To Their Daughters

Cm Gm Bb Cm Gm Bb Cm Cm Bb Cm They're gnawin' at the moorland and they're nibblin' at the shore Cm Bb Cm There's scarce a week goes by without they've cornered something more Cm Gm Bb Cm It seems they've heard the proverb and they're taking its advice Cm Bb Cm If a loaf's already cut who's going to miss another slice Cm Bb Cm If we did to their daughters what they're doing to our land Cm Bb Cm Every barricade in Bumbledom would bloomin' soon be manned Cm Gm Bb Cm And every dad in Whitehall would come marching gun in hand Cm Bb Cm If we did to their daughters what they're doing to our land Cm Gm Bb Cm Gm Bb Cm Cm Bb Cm Some men poach with rotted line and some men with a snare Cm Bb Cm But others do their poaching from a leather covered chair Cm Gm Bb Cm The gamekeeper is on their side likewise the legal men Cm Bb Cm And the squire he shrugs his shoulders in the halls of Number 10 Cm Bb Cm If we did to their daughters what they're doing to our land Cm Bb Cm Every barricade in Bumbledom would bloomin' soon be manned Cm Gm Bb Cm And every dad in Whitehall would come marching gun in hand Cm Bb Cm If we did to their daughters what they're doing to our land Cm Gm Bb Cm Gm Bb Cm Cm Bb Cm Make a mark upon that map, we mustn't be delayed Cm Bb Cm And pass across that rubber stamp there's progress to be made Cm Gm Bb Cm To hell with those petitions, we've no time to read 'em all Cm Bb Cm Just pack 'em up and stack 'em in the toilet down the hall Cm Bb Cm If we did to their daughters what they're doing to our land Cm Bb Cm Every barricade in Bumbledom would bloomin' soon be manned Cm Gm Bb Cm And every dad in Whitehall would come marching gun in hand Cm Bb Cm If we did to their daughters what they're doing to our land Cm Gm Bb Cm Gm Bb Cm Cm Bb Cm There's twenty miles of shoreline in the town where I was born Cm Bb Cm But I won't walk around it 'til the willow bears a thorn Cm Gm Bb Cm They've left us scarce a quarter where a man can wander free Cm Bb Cm Yes, there's water, water everywhere but not for you and me Cm Bb Cm If we did to their daughters what they're doing to our land Cm Bb Cm Every barricade in Bumbledom would bloomin' soon be manned Cm Gm Bb Cm And every dad in Whitehall would come marching gun in hand Cm Bb Cm If we did to their daughters what they're doing to our land Cm Gm Bb Cm Gm Bb Cm Cm Bb Cm The wealth of Britain seems to need a smoke infested sky Cm Bb Cm You can't have gold without the grime has always been the cry Cm Gm Bb Cm But I once met a country chap who opened up my eyes Cm Bb Cm The piggery's just as clean, he said, as him who tends the sty Cm Bb Cm If we did to their daughters what they're doing to our land Cm Bb Cm Every barricade in Bumbledom would bloomin' soon be manned Cm Gm Bb Cm And every dad in Whitehall would come marching gun in hand Cm Bb Cm If we did to their daughters what they're doing to our land Cm Gm Bb Cm Gm Bb Cm Cm Bb Cm When our children come to curse us won't we all deserve our share Cm Bb Cm If we leave them with a legacy of diesel laden air Cm Gm Bb Cm Don't pass your rucksacks on to them, they'll have nowhere to hike Cm Bb Cm And they'll put on our old videos just to see what trees were like Cm Bb Cm If we did to their daughters what they're doing to our land Cm Bb Cm Every barricade in Bumbledom would bloomin' soon be manned Cm Gm Bb Cm And every dad in Whitehall would come marching gun in hand Cm Bb Cm If we did to their daughters what they're doing to our land Cm Gm Bb Cm Gm Bb Cm Gm Bb Cm Gm Bb Cm