Capo 3
Intro:
[Em]3 phách [D]2 phách [C]1 phách
x2
Verse 1:
Oh, [Em]old King Al with his [D]golden crown, he [Em]left the castle [D]gate
He [Em]boarded ships with [D]banners bright, and [Bm]set to [D]sail his [Em]fate
He [Em]watched the waves and [D]watched the men march [Em]off into the [D]fray
But [Em]never once did [D]Al swing sword or [Bm]strike a [D]blow that [Em]day!
Chorus 1:
Sing [Em]hey for King Al, who [G]went to war but [D]stayed a- [Em]far
He waved his [D]hands and gave commands but [Bm]never [D]drew a [Em]scar!
While [Em]others fought and bled and [G]died beneath the [D]foreign sun [Em]
Oh brave King [G]Al, who claimed the fight but [D]never swung a one! [Em]
Verse 2:
He'd [Em]toast the lads who [D]stormed the walls, the [Em]soldiers in the [D]mud
And [Em]speak of courage, [D]honor and the [Bm]glory [D]of their [Em]blood
He [Em]wore his boots and [D]shiny helm, he [Em]rode along the [D]line
But [Em]when the fight grew [D]hot and close, he [Bm]sipped his [D]royal [Em]wine
Chorus 2:
Sing [Em]hey for King Al, who [G]went to war but [D]stayed a- [Em]far
He waved his [D]hands and gave commands but [Bm]never [D]drew a [Em]scar!
While [Em]others fought and bled and [G]died beneath the [D]foreign sun [Em]
Oh brave King [G]Al, who claimed the fight but [D]never swung a one! [Em]
Interlude:
[Em]3 phách [G]2 phách [D]2 phách [Em]1 phách
x3
[Em]3 phách [G]2 phách [D]2 phách
x1
Verse 3:
He [Em]tells the court of [G]battles won, of [Em]feats that none can [D]match
Yet [Em]every wound and every [D]scar was earned by [Bm]someone else's [Em]patch
The [Em]minstrel sings, the [D]heralds cheer, the [Em]townsfolk shake their [D]head
While [Em]Al returns to [G]gilded halls and [Em]goes to sleep in bed
Chorus 3:
Sing [Em]hey for King Al, who [G]went to war but [D]stayed a- [Em]far
He waved his [D]hands and gave commands but [Bm]never [D]drew a [Em]scar!
While [Em]others fought and bled and [G]died beneath the [D]foreign sun [Em]
Oh brave King [G]Al, who claimed the fight but [D]never swung a one! [Em]
Outro:
So [Em]raise a laugh for [Bm]kings like him, who [Em]march but do not [D]strike
Whose [Em]glory rests on [G]other men, and [Bm]tales they spin a- [Em]like
For [Em]every hero [Bm]in the field re- [Em]members who was [D]there
And [Em]old King Al just [D]rode along and [Bm]left his [D]sword in [Em]care.
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