[Куплет]:Em G
Down in Old Wapping docks, near the banks and the rocks
D Em
Where the gibbets use to sing across the Thames
Em G
Every now and every then with a silver oar with them
D Em
The Marshals come to visit our block
[Куплет]:Em G
If you cannot pay your rent, off to prison you'll be sent
D Em
Where the gaolers entertain you in the stone hall
Em G
Like the tattooed one armed creature, they call the Newgate Preacher
D Em
For his tales of liberty he must repent
[Припев]: G D
Hear the royal drums beat and the marching of their feet
C Em G D
A procession is coming down on High Street
G D
And bound to depart they have shackled to their cart
C Bm Em
The poor lad who is heading for the docks
[Куплет]:Em G
But for my own felony, there will be no clemency
D Em
As a gentleman of fortune I did serve
Em G
Now I’m rolling out of jail, and my final quart of ale
D Em
Has been paid for by the Marshall Deputy
[Припев]: G D
Hear the royal drums beat and the marching of their feet
C Em G D
A procession is coming down on High Street
G D
And bound to depart they have shackled to their cart
C Bm Em
The poor lad who is heading for the docks
[Куплет]:Em G
For this morbid dalliance, In hope to catch a glance
D Em
My audience has come to see my dance
Em G
Like the withered William Kidd, who I'll now be hanging with
D Em
As the cart towards the docks has well advanced
[Куплет]:Em G
I can see my house from here. See, I grew up over there
D Em
And I'm still a whipping boy, to this I swear
Em G
As the chaplain reads his prayers, I climb the wooden stairs
D Em
And my true love stands there staring at the snare
[Припев]: G D
Hear the royal drums beat and the marching of their feet
C Em G D
A procession is coming down on High Street
G D
And bound to depart they have shackled to their cart
C Bm Em
The poor lad who is heading for the docks
[Куплет]:G D
Oh close your eyes walk away now my love
C G D
Don’t be here when the tide leaves in the morning
G D
And I'll see you at the heavenly gates
C Bm Em
Where my face will be as handsome as today
[Припев]: G D
Hear the royal drums beat and the marching of their feet
C Em G D
A procession is coming down on High Street
G D
And bound to depart they have shackled to their cart
C Bm Em
The poor lad who is heading for the docks
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