Scots of the riverina

Lời & hợp âm

[Verse 1]
[G]The[A] bo[D]y[Bm][Em][A][D]
ran away to the city
[Em]From [G]his hom[Em]e at Chr[A]istmastim[D]e
They were Scots of the Riverin[G]a
And to [Em]run from home was a c[A]rime
The [G]old man [A]burned his [D]letters
The [Em]first and [A]last he [D]burned
And he [G]scratched his [A]name
from [D]the Bible
When his [Em]old w[A]ife's back was t[D]urned
A year went past and an[G]other
And the [Em]fruit went [A]down the [D]line
They heard the boy and [G]he whistled,
but the [Em]old man made no [A]sound
His [G]name must [A]never be [D]mentioned
on the [Em]farm by [A]Gandhigan
[D]They were [G]Scots of the [A]Riverin[D]a,
With [Em]ever the [A]Kirk hard [D]line.
The boy came home on [G]his final,
And the [Em]township's [A]bonfire [D]burned.
His mother's arms were [G]about him,
but the [Em]old man's back was turned
[A]The dau[G]ghters beg[A]ged for pardon[D],
till [Em]the old man [A]raised his [D]hand
I [G]scarred off the [A]riverin[D]a,
it was [Em]hard to [A]understand
[D]The[G] bo[D]y[Bm][Em][A][D]
was killed in [G]Flanders
Where the [Em]bravest [A]heroes [D]died
There were tears at the
Graham [G]homestead
And [Em]grief in Gandhigar
[A]But the old[G] man plo[A]wed at day[D]break
And the [Em]old man [A]plowed till the [D]murk
There were [G]furrows of
[A]pain in [D]the orchard
While his [Em]house folk [A]went
to the [D]kirk[Bb][Eb]
The [Ab]hurricane lamp in [Eb]the rafter[Fm]s
dimly and [Ab]dimly burned[Eb]
And the old man [Ab]died at the table
[Fm]When his old [Bb]wife's
back was turned
Face [Ab]down on his [Bb]bare arms [Eb]folded
He sank [Fm]with [Bb]wild grey [Eb]hair
[Ab]Outspread o 'er the [Bb]open Bib[Eb]le
And [Fm]a name [Bb]rewritten [Eb]there