D

D                          C#      
Ambling madly all over the town 
                                D
The call to arms you liken to a whisper,
          C#
I liken to a radio.
D                             C#
You were a brickbat, a bowery tuff, so rough
                      D
They culled you from a cartoon
           C#
Pulled out of your pantaloons.


    A
But you,
              G#
My brother in arms,
               F#m
I'd rather I'd lose my limbs 
                     E
Than let you come to harm.
     A
But you ,
            G#
My bombazine doll,
                F#m
The bullets may singe your skin 
                E
And the mortars may fall.


    A
But I,
             E
I never felt so much life
     F#m
Than tonight
               D
Huddled in the trenches,
              A
Gazing on the battle field,
           E
Our rifles blaze away;
   G             D
We blaze away.


D                         C#
Corporal Bradley of regiment five
                               D
In proud array standing by the bathing
          C#
Soldiers and the stevedores.
D                                      C#
We laid on the mattress and tumbled to sleep
                                D
Our eyes aligned, swaddled in our civies
              C#
Cradled in our dungarees.


    A
But you,
              G#
My brother in arms,
               F#m
I'd rather I'd lose my limbs 
                     E
Than let you come to harm.
     A
But you ,
            G#
My bombazine doll,
                F#m
The bullets may singe your skin 
                E
And the mortars may fall.


    A
But I,
             E
I never felt so much life
     F#m
Than tonight
               D
Huddled in the trenches,
              A
Gazing on the battle field,
           E
Our rifles blaze away;
      G          D
We blaze away.   
   A             E
We blaze away.
   G             D
We blaze away.


A E G D (2x) D