Chord Gitar Cyril Tawney - If We Did To Their Daughters Kunci Dasar - Chords.id (Nada Dasar B)

Intro

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[Verse 1]
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They're gnawin' at the moorland and they're nibblin' at the shore
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There's scarce a week goes by without they've cornered something more
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It seems they've heard the proverb and they're taking its advice
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If a loaf's already cut who's going to miss another slice
 
[Chorus]
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If we did to their daughters what they're doing to our land
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Every barricade in Bumbledom would bloomin' soon be manned
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And every dad in Whitehall would come marching gun in hand
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If we did to their daughters what they're doing to our land
 
[Interlude]
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[Verse 2]
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Some men poach with rotted line and some men with a snare
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But others do their poaching from a leather covered chair
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The gamekeeper is on their side likewise the legal men
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And the squire he shrugs his shoulders in the halls of Number 10
 
[Chorus]
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If we did to their daughters what they're doing to our land
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Every barricade in Bumbledom would bloomin' soon be manned
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And every dad in Whitehall would come marching gun in hand
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If we did to their daughters what they're doing to our land
 
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[Verse 3]
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Make a mark upon that map, we mustn't be delayed
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And pass across that rubber stamp there's progress to be made
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To hell with those petitions, we've no time to read 'em all
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Just pack 'em up and stack 'em in the toilet down the hall
 
[Chorus]
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If we did to their daughters what they're doing to our land
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Every barricade in Bumbledom would bloomin' soon be manned
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And every dad in Whitehall would come marching gun in hand
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If we did to their daughters what they're doing to our land
 
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[Verse 4]
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There's twenty miles of shoreline in the town where I was born
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But I won't walk around it 'til the willow bears a thorn
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They've left us scarce a quarter where a man can wander free
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Yes, there's water, water everywhere but not for you and me
 
[Chorus]
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If we did to their daughters what they're doing to our land
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Every barricade in Bumbledom would bloomin' soon be manned
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And every dad in Whitehall would come marching gun in hand
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If we did to their daughters what they're doing to our land
 
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[Verse 5]
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The wealth of Britain seems to need a smoke infested sky
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You can't have gold without the grime has always been the cry
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But I once met a country chap who opened up my eyes
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The piggery's just as clean, he said, as him who tends the sty
 
[Chorus]
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If we did to their daughters what they're doing to our land
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Every barricade in Bumbledom would bloomin' soon be manned
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And every dad in Whitehall would come marching gun in hand
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If we did to their daughters what they're doing to our land
 
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[Verse 6]
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When our children come to curse us won't we all deserve our share
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If we leave them with a legacy of diesel laden air
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Don't pass your rucksacks on to them, they'll have nowhere to hike
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And they'll put on our old videos just to see what trees were like
 
[Chorus]
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If we did to their daughters what they're doing to our land
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Every barricade in Bumbledom would bloomin' soon be manned
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And every dad in Whitehall would come marching gun in hand
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If we did to their daughters what they're doing to our land
 
[Interlude]
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