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[Verse 1]
G C G
In Devonshire I was a keeper,
Em C G
Half my life I lived outdoors.
D Em
Using skills my father taught me,
Am D Am D G
On land that edged the open moors.
[Verse 2]
G C G
I'd cut the snares of every poacher,
Em C G
Rising hours be-fore the sun.
D Em
I guarded nests and planted cover,
Am D Am D G
And drove the birds towards the guns.
[Verse 3]
G C G
I fought in France like half this county,
Em C G
With all the skills I brought from home.
D Em
I set traps and laid the wire,
Am D Am D G
The earth grew red as Devon's own.
[Verse 4]
G C G
July the first, nineteen sixteen,
Em C G
We early rose, passed round the rum.
D Em
The whistles blew and we broke cover,
Am D
And walked in line towards the guns.
Am D
We walked in line towards the guns.
[Verse 5]
G C G
Back on the land, I hire the beaters,
Em C G
And when the glor-ious twelfth has come.
D Em
We stand in line, we wait in sil-ence,
Am D
And walk once more towards the guns.
[Refrain]
Am D
We walk to-wards the waiting guns.
Am D
We walk to-wards the waiting guns.
Am D G
We walk to-wards the waiting guns.
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