Rout Of The Blues - Ver 2

A D A E As I crossed over Salisbury plain, A D E E7 Such a dainty fine sight I behold, A D A E All the lasses were crying and tearing their hair, A D E For the rout has just come for the Blues. A E A For the rout has just come for the Blues. A D A E Then each one home to their mothers do run, A D E E7 Saying, “My heart is undone, it is true, A D A E I'll pack up my clothes with out more delay A D E And boldly I'll march with the Blues. A E A And boldly I'll march with the Blues. A D A E The landlord and landlady walks hand in hand, A D E E7 And so do they pretty girls too, A D A E And each one pours out a bottle of gin A D E To drink a good health to the Blues A E A To drink a good health to the Blues A D A E Our ship she is rigged and we all set sail, A D E E7 And sweetly the French horns play too A D A E And each one sets up a loud huzzah, A D E “Success to King George and his Blues.” A E A “Success to King George and his Blues.” A D A E They're as gallant young fellows as ever you'll see, A D E E7 Though you search bonny Britain all through. A D A E When dressed in His Majesty's suit you'll agree A D E There's none can compare with the Blues. A E A There's none can compare with the Blues. A D A E As I crossed over Salisbury plain, A D E E7 Such a dainty fine sight I behold, A D A E All the lasses were crying and tearing their hair, A D E For the rout has just come for the Blues. A E A For the rout has just come for the Blues.