Smith Of Bristol

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[Verse 1]
[D]Smith was a Bristol man
And a rare old sort was he
With his [G]cutlass and his [A]pistols,
heave- [D]ya ho
He'd a noble crew of cut- throats
Who used to scour the sea
A plun[G]derin' and a rob[A]bin',
high [D]and low
He [A]swore 'twas no concern',
He didn't give a herrin'
Bout right or wrong or any holy [D]show
He swore that grabbin' [G]booty
Was [D]Britain's foremost [G]duty
[D]Wherever she could [A]get it,
heave- ya [D]ho

[Verse 2]
Heave- ya [A]ho, Heave- ya [D]ho,
He swore that grabbin' [G]booty was
[D]Britain's foremost [G]duty
[D]Wherever she could get [A]it, heave- [D]ya ho

[Verse 3]
[D]Smith had a noble soul
And lofty was his pride
With his [G]cutlass and his pis[A]tols,
heave- [D]ya ho
He'd watch his beaten foe- men
Jump out into the tide
Call ye [G]beggars who had
[A]no where else [D]to go
And [A]hanging from his lanyards
Swung Portuguese and Spaniards
And beaten Frenchmen
jumping to and [D]fro
Right along the blazin' [G]story
Shall al[D]lure in England's [G]glory
[D]Pirate Smith of Bris[A]tol, heave- ya [D]ho

[Verse 4]
Heave- ya [A]ho, Heave- ya [D]ho,
He swore that grabbin' [G]booty was
[D]Britain's foremost [G]duty
[D]Wherever [A]she could get it,
heave- ya [D]ho

[Verse 5]
[D]But accidents they happen even
to heroes such as he
With his [G]cutlass and his [A]pistols,
heave- ya [D]ho
He was standing on his capstan
as happy as could be
Hoping [G]soon to have an
[A]other prize [D]in tow
When a [A]whistling Spanish bullet
Came and caught him in his gullet
And very sad to say it laid [D]him low
He was only ninety- sev[G]en,
But his [D]soul has gone to heav[G]en
To [D]rest on Nelson's [A]bosom,
heave- ya [D]ho
Heave- ya [A]ho, Heave- ya [D]ho,
He was only [G]ninety seven
[D]But his soul has [G]gone to [D]Heaven
To rest in [A]Nel[D]son's
bosom, heave- ya ho

[Verse 6]
Heave- ya [A]ho, Heave- ya [D]ho,
He swore that grabbin' [G]booty
Was [D]Britain's foremost [G]duty
[D]Wherever [A]she could get it, heave- ya [D]ho