The Battle Of The Kegs Chords

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[Verse 1]
[C]Gal[D]lan[G]ts, attend, and hear a friend
Drill forth harmonious [D]ditty
Strange [G]things I'll tell, which [C]late befell
In [D]Philadelphia city
[G]T 'was ear[C]ly day, as poets say,
Just [G]as the sun was rising
A sol[C]dier stood on a log of wood,
he [D]saw a sight sur[G]prising.[C][D][G]
As in the maze he stood to gaze,
the truth can't be [D]denied, sir.
[G]Despite a [C]score of kegs
or more come [D]floating on [G]the tide, sir.
A [C]sailor, too, in jerkin' blue,
[G]the strange appearance viewing,
First [C]damned his eyes
with great surprise,
Then [G]said, there's [D]trouble brew[G]ing.[C][D]
[G]The kegs must hold the rebel bold,
Packed in like pickled her[D]ring,
And [G]they've come down
to at[C]tack the town
In [D]this new way of fer[G]rying.
The [C]sailor flew, the soldier too,
[G]And scared almost to death, sir,
Ran [C]out their shoes to spread the news
And [D]screamed till out of [G]breath,
[C][D][G]
Throughout the town as they ran down
The strangest [D]scenes were acted
For [G]some ran [D]here and [C]some ran [D]there
And some ran quite distrac[G]ted
Some [C]fire cried which some denied
[D]But said the earth had [G]quaked
And [C]girls and boys with hideous noise
Ran [D]through the town half [G]naked.[C][D][G]
Arise! Arise !"
Sir Erskine cries,
The rebels moor[D]s, the pity.
Without a boat are [C]all afloat,
[D]And ranged outside the cit[G]y.
The [C]cannons roar from
shore to shore,
[G]The small arms made a rattle.
Since [C]war began, I'll swear,
No man e 'er [G]saw [D]so strange a [G]battle.[C][D]
[G]The fish below swam to and fro,
Attacked from every quarter.
[D]Why, sur[G]e, they, the dev[C]il's to pay
Among [D]folks above the wa[G]ter.
[C]The keg'st is said, though strongly made
Of [G]rebels, staves, and hopes, sir,
Could [C]not oppose those valiant foes
The [D]conquering British troops [G]are.[C][D][G]
A thousand men with each a pen,
Or more, upon my [D]word, sir,
Would [G]be too few, it [C]is too [D]true,
Such valour to [G]record, sir.
When [C]faced with guns,
the red coat runs too [G]fast
for Yankee Legs, sir.
We [C]all can see his bravery
subdu[D]ing wooden [G]kegs, sir.
[C][D][G]