In the Wee Small Hours of Sixpence

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[Verse 1]
[C](brooker
reid) * In the wee small hours of sixp[Fm]ence
And [C]the lighted [Fm]chandelier
Stands a [Dm]rusty [Em]old ret[F]ainer
[C]Whose old eye[Abdim]s are filled with tears[C]
For his master, good sir [Fm]galant,
Who is [C]now off to the [Fm]wars
And al[Dm]though his [Em]eyes are cry[F]ing
[C]We know gri[Abdim]ef is not the cause[C]
And if [F]grief is [F#dim]not the reaso[C]n
He must [F]be of [F#dim]sterner s[C]tuff
And his [F]sword though old and [Dm]rusty
Must be [G]blunt as sharp [Em]enough

[Verse 2]
In the [C]wee small hours of six[Fm]pence
And the [C]broken window [Fm]pan e
Stand the rem[Dm]nants [Em]of the ev[F]ening
[C]Who are wai[Abdim]ting all in vain[C]
For the crowing of the cock[Fm]erel
Showing [C]morning is not [Fm]night
But the [Dm]air is f[Em]illed with sil[F]ence
[C]And the[Abdim] day light is not brig[C]ht
But [F]still [F#dim]darkness is no [C]reason
We are [F]men of [F#dim]stern er stu[C]ff
And our [F]swords though old and [Dm]rusty
Still are [G]blunt as sharp [Em]enough.
[D]

[Interlude 1]
[Bm][D][Bm][G][Em][A]
[F#m]
[A]In the

[Verse 3]
[D]wee small hours of six[Gm]pence
And the [D]hat-stand in in the [Gm]hall
Waiting [Em]only [F#m]for the mornin[G]g
[D]Shadows fli[Bbdim]tting 'cross the wal[D]l
And perhaps that old [Gm]retainer
Whom now [D]giving of his [Gm]all
May have [Em]once been [F#m]just a[D]s w[G]e are
[D]And now has[Bbdim] no face at all.[D]
But [G]still grief was [Abdim]not the reaso[D]n
He was [G]made of [Abdim]sterner s[D]tuff
And his [G]sword though old and [Em]rusty
Still was [A]blunt as sharp

[Outro 1]
enough.
[F#m][A][D][Bm][D]