Gentleman Soldier Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[G]

[Verse 1]
It's of a gentlemen [G]soldier as
a [D]sentry he did [G]stand
He saluted the fair maid be
a [D]wavin' of the [G]hand
So boldly then he [D]kissed and he
[C]passed it off as a [G]joke
He drilled her up in the sentry box,
[D]wrapped up a the
Soldiers [G]coat
And the drums did go with a rat- ta- ta-
tat and the [C]fifes
Did loudly [G]play,
Fare thee well Polly me dear I
[D]must be going [G]away

[Verse 2]
All night they [G]tossed
and tumbled till [D]daylight did
Ap[G]pear
The soldier rose,
put on his clothes, said [D]fare thee
Well me [G]dear
For the drums they are a [D]pounding
and the [C]fifes did
Sweetly [G]play
If it weren't for that dear Polly,
then [D]along with you
I'd [G]stay
And the drums did go with a rat- ta- ta-
tat and the [C]fifes
Did loudly [G]play,
Fare thee well Polly me dear I
[D]must be going [G]away

[Verse 3]
Oh come you gentlemen [G]soldier,
"Won't you [D]marry [G]me?"
"Oh no me dearest,
Polly. Such [D]things never can [G]be.?
"I've a wife [D]already and
[C]children I have [G]three
Two wives are allowed in army
but [D]one is too many for
[G]Me.?
And the drums did go with a rat- ta- ta-
tat and the [C]fifes
Did loudly [G]play,
Fare thee well Polly me dear I
[D]must be going [G]away

[Verse 4]
If anyone comes [G]a courtin'
you, you can [D]treat them to a
[G]Glass
If anyone comes a courtin'
you, you can [D]say you're a
Country [G]lass
You don't have to [D]tell them that
[C]ever you played this
[G]Joke
That you were drilled in
the sentry box wrapped up in
The [D]soldier's [G]cloak
And the drums did go with a rat- ta- ta-
tat and the [C]fifes
Did loudly [G]play,
Fare thee well Polly me dear
I must be [D]going [G]away

[Verse 5]
Oh come you gentlemen [G]soldier,
[D]when you tell me [G]so
Me parents will be angry when
[D]this they come to [G]know
And when nine long months
had come and [D]past, the [C]poor
Girl she brought [G]shame
She had a little militia boy
and she didn't know his
Name
And the [G]drums did go with a rat- ta- ta-
tat and the fifes
Did loudly play,
Fare thee well Polly me dear
I must be [D]going [G]away