G5 A dreaded sunny day C5 So I meet you at the cemetery gates D5 E5 D5 C5 Keats and Yeats are on your side G5 A dreaded sunny day C5 So I meet you at the cemetery gates D5 E5 D5 C5 Keats and Yeats are on your side D5 G5 While Wilde is on mine G5 C5 So we go inside and we gravely read the stones D5 All those people all those lives E5 D5 C5 Where are they now? G5 With loves, with hates C5 And passions just like mine They were born D5 And then they lived E5 D5 C5 And then they died Which seems so unfair D5 G5 And I want to cry B5 You say: "ere thrice the sun hath door G5 Salutation to the dawn" B5 G5 And you claim these words as your own C5 D5 But I'm well read, have heard them said E5 C5 A hundred times (maybe less, maybe more) G5 If you must write prose and poems C5 The words you use should be your own D5 E5 D5 C5 Don't plagiarise or take "on loan" G5 There's always someone, somwhere C5 With a big nose, who knows D5 And who trips you up and laughs E5 D5 C5 When you fall D5 Who'll trip you up and laugh G5 When you fall B5 G5 You say: "ere long done do does did" B5 G5 Words which could only be your own C5 You then produce the text D5 From whence was ripped E5 C5 (some dizzy whore, 1804) G5 A dreaded sunny day So let's go where we're happy C5 And I meet you at the cemetery gates D5 E5 D5 C5 Keats and Yeats are on your side G5 A dreaded sunny day So let's go where we're wanted C5 And I meet you at the cemetery gates D5 E5 D5 C5 Keats and Yeats are on your side - but you lose D5 G5 While Wilde is on mine
