The Story of King Lear 1. Sixty years did I reign, many battles I won, My wisdom renowned all over Britain, My enemies crushed and quaking with fear, At the mere mention of the name of King Lear 2. For all those years I drank from the cup, Then decided it’s time that I put me feet up! My daughters three they would each get a share Of that mighty kingdom ruled by King Lear Near the Holiday Inn, in a chamber somewhere, That’s where they buried the bones of King Lear Under the Soar quite but where it’s not clear That’s where you’ll find the bones of King Lear 3. So it was I decided it’s time that I packed in, To give myself more time for over acting, I played the part and would now disappear, As off into the sunset marches King Lear. 4. And so to my daughters I set a task, To see which one would love me the most, And those snakeoil words were music to the ears, To bolster the ego of the great King Lear. Near the Holiday Inn in a chamber somewhere, That’s where they buried the bones of King Lear Under the Soar quite but where it’s not clear That’s where you’ll find the bones of King Lear 5. But my youngest and favourite proved a great pain, Not towing the line, not playing the game, Disappointing or what as I held her most dear Banished penniless to France for not flattering King Lear. 6. But now its all turned out shaped like a pear, Those ungrateful brats not content with their share, Left me one measly knight attending me here, From hero to zero for poor old King Lear. Near the Holiday Inn in a chamber somewhere, That’s where they buried the bones of King Lear Under the Soar quite but where it’s not clear That’s where you’ll find the bones of King Lear 7. Enough of austerity and tightening belts, To my youngest in France who will now bail me out, “Because I’m worth it!”, Cordelia dear Will come to the rescue of the good old King Lear, 8. Restored on the throne I died of old age, And lovely Cordelia my tomb she arranged, So sound the hurrah and give aloud cheer To the city of Leicester founded by King Lear Near the Holiday Inn in a chamber somewhere, That’s where they buried the bones of King Lear Under the Soar but quite where it’s not clear That’s where you’ll find the bones of King Lear 9. And so in the time of Good Queen Bess The bard himself paid a visit to Leicester As part of a troupe – strolling player- He heard of the legend of good King Lear. 10. And there in the Guildhall he was heard to say I heard of King Dick and I’ve written the play, And so from the pen of that William Shakespeare Flowed the story of our own king Lear. Near the Holiday Inn in a chamber somewhere, That’s where they buried the bones of King Lear Under the Soar quite but where it’s not clear That’s where you’ll find the bones of King Lear And so friends and woolybacks lend me your ears.. And lets raise a toast to our man, King Lear, We’ve summed up the plot in just three minutes here, So just one more time for noble King Lear!

1. Sired by a wolf quite possibly, but of uncertain pedigree, One of many tales that are spoke, of her cave by that old gnarled oak, 2. She’ll steal a sheep or a child that strays, suck the blood and the flesh she’ll taste, Hang the skins out there to dry or wear them tied around her waist. The good die young or so they say, could be why she’s still around today, Somewhere lurking down Danehills way, Patiently in wait she’ll lay So you’ll still need to take great care, don’t go near Black Annis’s lair! 3. From hert cave they say she clawed a tunnel right down to the Soar, And used this passage quick and clear, to find the tomb of old King Lear. 4. Not a pretty sight presented, sharp nails and skin of mackerel blue, Down by the grove where the druids last wented, through til 1942 The good die young or so they say, could be why she’s still around today, Somewhere lurking down Danehills way, Patiently in wait she’ll lay So you’ll still need to take great care, don’t go near Black Annis’s lair! 5. The cave filled in the oak was felled, and carved into a fine oak bed, But cursed were those who slept therein, just like King Dick, well, enough said! 6. On that fateful day she was there to curse him, on that old Bow Bridge his spurs made a spark, Stripped of his pride on his return, on that day she played her part.. The good die young or so they say, could be why she’s still around today, Somewhere lurking down Danehills way, Patiently in wait she’ll lay So you’ll still need to take great care, don’t go near Black Annis’s lair! 7. Once it was thought a man had slain her, screams were head 5 miles away, But don’t think you have heard the last of her she’ll bide my time and come back one day. 8. She still lives on in Super Nintendo, Dungeons and Dragons, Discworld too, And in that ladies morris team, even got an entry on “Who’s Who?” (she could by hiding down your loo!) The good die young or so they say, could be why she’s still around today, Somewhere lurking down Danehills way, Patiently in wait she’ll lay So you’ll still need to take great care, don’t go near Black Annis’s lair!

1. Ethelfleda, what a little bleeder, Always running off you couldn’t just leave her She was a wild one , she was like her father She was always fighting, what a little tartar,.. Dear Old Alfred and old that Ethelfleda Twas im that made the ot cakes Er what made the burger Stop them Vikings coming any further Sent them packing right back up the Umber 2. They made her like a Queen that was to er liking Fighting with the burgers beat the shit out of the Vikings Stamford, Lincoln, Leicester, Notts and Derby With a load of beefy burgers she beat the Viking army Dear Old Alfred and old that Ethelfleda Twas im that made the ot cakes Er what made the burger Stop them Vikings coming any further Sent them packing right back up the Umber 3. Things aven’t changed that much to me that’s very clear, Though she sent those Vikings packing with a flea stuck in their ear, Things come back to bite you, that’s always the fear, The buggers have are back here again with Abba and Ikea Dear Old Alfred and that Ethelfleda Twas im that made the ot cakes Er what made the burger Stop them Vikings coming any further Sent them packing right back up the Umber So now we have to put up with all those wonky shelves And bits of bleedin furniture you have to build yourselves, Money, money, money, mama mia, voulez vou, Ethel would turn in her grave if she only knew. Dear Old Alfred and that Ethelfleda Twas im that made the ot cakes Er what made the burger Stop them Vikings coming any further Sent them packing right back up the Umber

Thankyou Mister Hoskins 1. At school we read our history books which told of queens and kings, Of those who sat upon the stage and always pulled the strings But now those empty pages once hidden from our sight Are brought out from the darkness and out into the light. So thankyou, Mister Hoskins, I’ll raise a glass to you, As from the bigger picture, we find a world that’s new, As through a glass seen darkly now standing out so true, A world once out of focus comes clearly into view. 2. Talk not of Pitt or Walpole, of Tory or of Whig But underneath that roof of straw the smell of hens and pigs, We see through the kaleidoscope and find the daily bread, As you take us to the heartbeat where our forefathers tread... So thankyou, Mister Hoskins, I’ll raise a glass to you, As from the bigger picture, we find a world that’s new, As through a glass seen darkly now standing out so true, A world once out of focus comes clearly into view. 3. Into those dry statistics, you breathed a hearfelt breath, Those goods and chattels listed, as life melts into death, Among the beans and barley who would not be content, All in the house that Jack built, and left his tewstament.. So thankyou, Mister Hoskins, I’ll raise a glass to you, As from the bigger picture, we find a world that’s new, As through a glass seen darkly now standing out so true, A world once out of focus comes clearly into view.

Dick the Shit Now is that winter of our discontent A full 500 summers past and gone Yet still unsettled dust floateth all around And controversy rageth obstinately on One calleth me wicked, vile and loathsome toad, Another washeth me whiter than the driven snow, Wherein lieth the truth, who knoweth what lies, And who can say whose word, Was first to name me "Dick the Shit" Or "Richard the Turd". Out of those northern wastes I came, Loyalty me bound with iron chains (Not like that Clarence, devious rogue A man of straw, a tosspot lewd and vain,) Beset by Rivers and his rapacious pack The king a puppet, could I ever turn my back? As I sat in this viper's nest Was it so absurd, To be reborn as "Dick the Shit" Or "Richard the Turd". That lackey Shakespeare goodly me did shaft In his Tudor mistress's eyes intent to gain good grace, And said the devil me in his own image cast, Made it pissing into the wind to state my case, And foul Black Annis surely sealed my fate, Across that Bow Bridge at the city gate, May a thousand curses rain on that old crone A pox descend upon that mad old bird In eternity to brand me "Dick the Shit" Or "Richard the Turd". Young Edward was a wan and sickly youth, Unfit for rule and not long for this life, I saw the nation soaked in blood anew Go to it, Brackenbury, no sentiment , small sacrifice, By Buckingham well goaded , both those lives I snuffed, Ere even he betrayed me and his head rolled in the dust. My kingdom for some common sense, as my horse I onward spurred, Into history as "Dick the Shit" Or "Richard the Turd".

Mist Over Goosepastures:- 1. “Oh this is a cursed place”, my father said to me, He told how underneath these beasts, The bones of dead men lie, No mention in the history books No epitaph no trace, For twas the men that wrote the books that put them in this place, And even after all these years can’t look them in the face And the mist lies over goosepastures, where these cattle graze 2. They (Em) swallowed all the abbeys first, and wiped their greedy(B7) jaws, (Em)Then they came for the village fields, With their wide open (B7) claws Their (Em) lawyers signed the papers to legitimise their (B7) crime, To (Em) take away the commons that saw us (B7) through hard (Em) times And (B7)-all across these centuries, seen (Em) dimly through the (B7) haze, And the (Em) mist lies over (B7 )goosepastures,(Em) where these (B7) cattle (Em) graze. 3, Lord Tresham he faced ruination after treason plot, And he had needs for recompense to compensate his loss, With fences and with ditches, left us on our own to fend, How true indeed it was that sheep do surely eat up men, And Montague’s bloody vengeance came, by order of King James, And the mist lies over goosepastures, where these cattle graze 3. And hundreds came from miles around to join that rebel cause, But with Captain Pouch just a dozen stood to face those venging swords Cut down like corn at harvest time, with blood the Ise Brook ran All followed by the hangman’s rope there by the King’s command. They tried to cover up the shame, of actions low and base But the mist lies over goosepastures, where these cattle graze 4. So in the year 1607, were planted here those seeds For Levellers and Diggers all to fight the tyrant’s deeds, Who tried to bury all their crimes from the eyes of God and man, As they stamped down upon the earth with blood upon their hands, Covered up their trails and tried so hard to banish every trace And the mist lies over goosepastures, where these cattle graze

Multum in Parvo 1. Oi, allo! You, over ‘ere, Nah, not up there, mate, I’m down ‘ere, Are you blind, can you not see? Look, I’m just level with the nobbles on your knee, I’m only little, just a titch, That’s me, I’m Tom Thumb. 2. Well, I was once in a cake For the King and his merry mates; When I popped out they nearly died, The dear old Queen ‘ow she screeched, ‘ow she cried! “Ooh, can I ‘ave ‘im, e’s so cute? He’s Tom Thumb” Multum, multum multum in parvo Multum, multum multum in parvo Multum, multum, multum in parvo Multum, multum multum in parvo Multum in parvo. 3. I went to war, all on me ‘oss, A fierce knight I was, I won of course, They ran away, they tried to flee, But I ‘acked and chopped their legs off at the knee, I may ‘ave been little, but I was fierce, Me, Tom Thumb 4. Jeffrey ‘Udson, that is me name, 18 inches me claim to fame, I was born in Oakham Town, I was a man of very great renown, I may ‘ave been little, but I was cute, I was Tom Thumb Multum, multum multum in parvo Multum, multum multum in parvo Multum, multum, multum in parvo Multum, multum multum in parvo Multum in parvo. 5. I went to sea, all on them waves, ‘Til those pirates took me to be their slave, 20 years, I was free, But I’d grown twice the man that I used to be, But I was still little, just 3 foot high I was still Tom Thumb 6. Repeat verse 1 Multum, multum multum in parvo Multum, multum multum in parvo Multum, multum, multum in parvo Multum, multum multum in parvo Multum in parvo.

Too Much Drinking (the story of George Davenport) The More You drink the worse you think, Perchance your health and purse will fail. Beware of swallowing too much ale... 1. When I was a young man, I kept bad company, In many an alehouse spent my days and spent my money free, And of a night I took delight in that flash company, I cared not where the money went with a damsel on my knee. The More You drink the worse you think, Perchance your health and purse will fail. Beware of swallowing too much ale.. 2. George Davenport it was my name, and warnings I had many, Good counsel though I would not heed, though down to my last penny, My pockets they were empty, and so one fateful day, I took me to a robbing all on the King’s highway. The More You drink the worse you think, Perchance your health and purse will fail. Beware of swallowing too much ale.. 3.The King’s shilling I did take, some forty times or more, But used it to get the sergeant drunk and bolted through the door, I played at catch me if you can, over rooves so high, The down the lanes so fast I ran, they thought that I could fly.. The More You drink the worse you think, Perchance your health and purse will fail. Beware of swallowing too much ale.. 4.Many a farmer I did rob, though loudly they did curse, A brace of pistols in my hand, relieved them of their purse, I’d play the fiddle, I’d dance a jig, or sing a merry song, Then boldly I’d take to the road when my money was all gone.. The More You drink the worse you think, Perchance your health and purse will fail. Beware of swallowing too much ale.. 5.But now alas, pity my fate, as in this jail I lie, Repenting of my wicked deeds, a sentenced for to die, Soon standing on the gallows high, my story will be told, May God forgive my wicked deeds, have mercy on my soul.. The More You drink the worse you think, Perchance your health and purse will fail. Beware of swallowing too much ale..

Rasselas Morjan Rasselas Morjan who is he? He’s the Prince of Maccabee He set out to sail the sea, Sweet young Rasselas Morjan, He set out to see the world, He’s been took by pirates bold, Into slavery he’s sold Sweet young Rasselas Morjan Rasselas Morjan who is he? He’s the King of Africay, Wanlip town he’s come to stay Sweet young Rasselas Morjan At just 14 years of age, Rasselas is how a slave Haul away and heave away Sweet young Rasselas Morjan. Once a King and now a slave, Wasting his young life away] Wished he’d never gone away Sweet young Rasselas Morjan Rasselas Morjan who is he? He’s the King of Africay, Wanlip town he’s come to stay Sweet young Rasselas Morjan Now McCauley’s come and set him free, Wilberforce’s secretary, Brought him back across the sea, Sweet young Rssselas Morjan He’s come back to Rothley Court, The place where William Wilberforce Made the abolitionlaws Sweey young Rasselas Morjan Rasselas Morjan who is he? He’s the King of Africay, Wanlip town he’s come to stay Sweet young Rasselas Morjan Then he’s worked at Wanlip Hall, There he’s bet the Palmer girl Did she love him? Who can tell? Only Rasselas Morjan. Nineteen years he’s passed away Tessa’s raised a stone to say Here’s the Prince of Africay, Sweet young Rasselas Morjan Rasselas Morjan who is he? He’s the King of Africay, Wanlip town he’s come to stay Sweet young Rasselas Morjan

Ada Lovelace Ada, they made her, steer well clear of her favour, Poetry and Literature were things that they forbade her, Science and algebra was the sort of thing they gave her, They forgot that Byron was in the genes that made her. Ada, dear Ada, she could do the math, Sitting on the lavatory or lying in the bath, Arithmetic and geometry and that there calculus, She had kilobytes and algorhythms coming out her arse, Ada, dear Ada, such a brainy lass, Brainier than Archimedes or Pythagoras, But women can’t be brainy, that’s what her mentor said, Since that weren’t very PC she made them one instead. La la la la la la la la la la la She was matha matha matha matical She was matha matha matha matha matical Babbage, that savage, with his calculating cabbage, He was almost blind to see what Ada could envisage, Needing a large building to stick his cabbage in it, He was busy building it while she was logging on it. Newton, our dear Isaac, got an apple on his bonnet, Ada saw another kind of Apple there upon it, Digitising everything she played the old jet set, While they were surfing on the sea, she was on the net. Darwin, Babbage, Faraday, all that bloomin’ crew, Nibbling away at everything they thought was new, But it was a woman who set the world to rights, Twas Ada made a quantum leap and took a gigabyte. La la la la la la la la la la la She was matha matha matha matical She was matha matha matha matha matical Ada, dear Ada, she could do the math, Sitting on the lavatory or lying in the bath, Arithmetic and geometry and that there calculus, She had kilobytes and algorhythms coming out her arse, Ada, dear Ada, such a brainy lass, Brainier than Archimedes or Pythagoras, But women can’t be brainy, that’s what her mentor said, Since that weren’t very PC she made them one instead. La la la la la la la la la la la She was matha matha matha matical She was matha matha matha matha matical

James Hawker’s Song James Hawker is my name, I’ve poached all of my life, And I don’t care what the landlords say, I’m going to poach until I die. Caught the foxes in their earth, the badgers in their sett, Well, I even caught a copper once, he walked into me net! Poach, poach. A man’s gotta poach, and here’s the reason why: If we don’t poach, we don’t eat, gonna fade away and die. Well, the gentry they own all the land, and they don’t miss a trick, If you try to poach their game, they’ll ‘ave you in the nick. It ain’t so very long ago as you will recollect, If you took the gentry’s hare you know, they’d hang you by the neck. Poach, poach. A man’s gotta poach, and here’s the reason why: If we don’t poach, we don’t eat, gonna fade away and die. Good working men will turn to drink, their sorrows for to drown, They’ll piss away half of their wage down at the Rose and Crown. If only they would poach with me, put their beer mugs down. A pheasant or a brace of hare would eran them half a crown. Poach, poach. A man’s gotta poach, and here’s the reason why: If we don’t poach, we don’t eat, gonna fade away and die. Now the gentry they’re a sorry lot, full of human greed, They always take the greatest share, noy just what they need, So, don’t it make you sorry, lads, ain’t it a bloomin’ shame? The rich gets all the pleasure and the poor gets all the blame. Poach, poach. A man’s gotta poach, and here’s the reason why: If we don’t poach, we don’t eat, gonna fade away and die.

Buffalo Bill Hey well, there once was a man in the U S of A, Buffalo Bill was the name that they give ‘im. He fought with them Indians, fought out in the west, He could tame wild horses, he could outshoot the best. He wore a high felt Stetson, tall leather boots, Kid leather gauntlets and a soft French buckskin suit, He was tall, handsome, wore his yellow hair long, He was born in the saddle, he was brave, he was strong He brung buffalo and donkey, horses and deer, Stage coaches, wigwams, wagon loads of shootin’ gear He brung bad men and sheriffs, shootin’ wach other down, Brought the wild, wild west into old Leicester town. It was the year of 87, Queen Victoria’s Junilee, When that state of Nebraska, she set out across the sea, She brung Buffalo Bill and that whole supporting cast, She brung em out to England to shoe ‘em how they did it in the west But as the state of Nebraska tossed on the open waves, Twelve hundred men back in Vicky Park built up the stage, Built an Indian village, and an amphitheatre too, So all those lucky Leicester folks could all enjoy the show. He brung buffalo and donkey, horses and deer, Stage coaches, wigwams, wagon loads of shootin’ gear He brung bad men and sheriffs, shootin’ wach other down, Brought the wild, wild west into old Leicester town. Well now they raced into the stadium, they was a whippin’up their steeds, A whoopin’ and a hollerin’ riding in at breakneck speed, They raced to the middle, and they raced back around Twas a heartstopping moment, as they charged in at the crowd, Those cowboys and Indians, fightin’ on the plains, And Young Annie Oakley, shootin’ out from that Deadwood stage, Wild bucking broncos, and a buffalo kill, Askirmish with the Cheyenne, and Buffalo Bill. He brung buffalo and donkey, horses and deer, Stage coaches, wigwams, wagon loads of shootin’ gear He brung bad men and sheriffs, shootin’ wach other down, Brought the wild, wild west into old Leicester town.

Living Next Door to Alice 1. I rushed to the window where a little bird Whispered in my ear “I suppose you’ve heard” About Alice? I must say it was no surprise when the Black Maria pulled up outside, And it drove off down the road with Alice inside:- We all know where she’s going, to a cold prison cell, But you can bet what you like she’ll give em merry hell, For all these years I’ve been living next door to Alice, She’s been letting the world know a few home truths, She had Mr Churchill quaking in his boots, Never a dull moment living next door to Alice. She’s a working girl down the Equity, Nailed her colours to the mast for posterity, From the Corn Exchange down to Buckingham Palace, Banner held high she’s on their case, all these MPs who are a waste of space For women should their rightful place, Said Alice . We all know where she’s going, to a cold prison cell, But you can bet what you like she’ll give em merry hell, For all these years I’ve been living next door to Alice, She’s been letting the world know a few home truths, She had Mr Churchill quaking in his boots, Never a dull moment living next door to Alice. The powers that be were made to fret, Lashed by the tongue of a Suffragette, Asquith, Lloyd George would never forget our Alice Even Ramsay MacDonald didn’t escape, From Holloway jail she put him in his place, Each time they drag her off it’s a total disgrace, Stop this malice. We all know where she’s going, to a cold prison cell, But you can bet want you like she’ll give em merry hell, For all these years I’ve been living next door to Alice, She’s been letting the world know a few home truths, She had Mr Churchill quaking in his boots, Never a dull moment living next door to Alice. Now in an unmarked grave Alice will lie, But she’ll get her rightful place by and by As people start to question why We forget Alice Now not just a headstone standing proud, But a lifesized statue in our town Where people would come and gather round To hear Alice.

Rum Weather Shabbily Dressed in an old overcoat, Ragged and threadbare and torn Carrying a couple of battered old suiltcases, Each one broken up and worn; He’ll be out walking from morning til evening Mile after mile he will go, But if you wish him “good day”, “rum weather” he’ll say A striding along down the road Rum weather, rum weather, rum weather, rum weather... Down Uppingham Road he wanders along, Takes a rest at the Spencefield Lane seats, Then he’s off to St Chads or to the Evington Hall, Where they’ll make him a nice cup of tea. Then it’s off to the park til it gets dark, Mile after mile he will go, But if you wish him “good day”, “rum weather” he’ll say A striding along down the road Rum weather, rum weather, rum weather, rum weather... Now Lewis’s shop is his favourite spot, Where they blow the hot air in the yard; And there all the other tramps gather together To try to keep themselves warm There’s old yellow ribbon, two hats, Christmas tree, Rum Weather and Overcoats as you can see, You wish him “good day”, “rum weather” he’ll say Goes striding along down the road Rum weather, rum weather, rum weather, rum weather... Everyone says Rum Weather’s a gent, As they greet him by Lewis’s store, And though he don’t say nothing more that “Rum Weather”, He’s never no trouble at all, He’s just a tramp, never a beggar In fact there are some says he’s got a rich brother You wish him “good day”, “rum weather” he’ll say Goes striding along down the road Rum weather, rum weather, rum weather, rum weather...

I look back with mixed feelings that taste of bittersweet, I look ahead at the changing road that winds beneath my feet I look now at these ghosts that haunt the cloisters deep within Like the dust that still seeps from the pores of my skin So let’s welcome Woody home. He’s been gone for too long, He’ll sit down with John Barleycorn and celebrate in song, And when the dust is laid, he’ll sit fishing by the stream, He’ll throw away those old clothes, and watch black turn to green.. I look up to the bright blue sky long hidden from our sight, I look down through the darkness now seen in a different light I look around like with new eyes to these valleys, lanes and hills Those dak heaps covered with the grass and swaying daffodils So let’s welcome Woody home. He’s been gone for too long I look here as all those scars heal over with the years, I look there at those seeds of conflict , blood and sweat and tears I look everywhere at the men of straw that sell off all your dreams They come and go like dry leaves that float away downstream.. So let’s welcome Woody home. He’s been gone for too long (x2)

Sea of Blue – key D (C capo 2) C/C+. 1. (C)Even now we pinch ourselves to (Dm)check that we’re wake, And (G)this reality is not a (C) dream; You had the vision there to put the (F) icing on the cake And (G)take us to a place we’d never (C)been. We(Am) were in such a dark place, like (Em) drowning at sea, Not (F) realizing what we could a (Gsus) chieve (G), But (C) you woke us (F) up like (G)thunder in the (F) night, And (Dm)taught us what it was to truly (Gsus) believe (G). If you’d (C)flown us to the (F)moon and back, we (C)would have taken that (G)in As we (C)sailed along that)(F)fast track, (C) carried on the (G)wind (E7)There was nothing that we couldn’t (F)(D7)do you (Fm)left us floating(G) on a sea of (C)blue. G/Am/Em/F/G/C/C+ 2. (C)We always said that sly old (Dm) fox would never ever quit, Though (G) odds were stacked at 5,000 to (C)one (C+), (C)But you took us to that land of sus(F)pended belief, To (G)where we would stand second to (C)none. (Am)All through our parting and those(Em) bitter tears we shed Those(F) scars will heal in due course of ()Gsus)time (G), But (C) you will (F)stay for(G)ever in our(F) hearts And (Dm)keep the faith there in those ties that(G) bind. If you’d (C)flown us to the(F) moon and back, we(F) would have taken that(G) in As we (G) sailed along that (F)fast track, (C)carried on the (G)wind You (E7) sowed the seeds and watched them as they(F)grew(D7), in(Fm)to a never(G)ending sea of (C)(G)(Am)(F)blue, in(C)to a never (G)ending sea of(C) blue 3. Though (C) most of us never learned (Dm)how to say your name , That (G) didn’t seem to bother us at (C)all, And for (C)all those who said “it’s (F)only a game” Or (G)talked up pride before a (C)fall And (Am) all through that long season (Em) engraved upon our hearts, (F)Fearless was the word you carved in (Gsus)stone (G), As (C)giant repu(F)tations lay (G)humbled on the(F) ground, And (Dm)football was truly coming (Gsus)home (G). If you’d(C) flown us to the(F) moon and back, we (C)would have taken that(G)in As we (C) sailed along that (F)fast track, (C)carried on the (G)wind To(E7)getherness will always see us (F)through(D7), and turn a (Fm)world of darkness (G)to a sea of(C) blue(G)(C)(F) a (C)world of darkness (Gsus)to a (G)sea of(C) blue We (E7)did the impossible thanks to (F)you (D7)(Fm)remembered always(G#m) in a sea of (C)blue(G)(Am)(F)re(C)membered always(Gsus) in a sea of (C)blue.