Acorde de Sweet William Part 2 - Johnny Flynn

Capo on the 7th





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Will you put down your fiddle young Willie


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Will you put down your fiddle and pray


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That the world has begun with the birth of the sun


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And its death the very same day


      


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'Now kiss me young lover,' cried Maggie the glover


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'We're a village of babes and I'm over the moon"


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'Where's all your fellas, those young buck propellers,'


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Cried Willie who swam in the room full of swoon





Will you put down your fiddle young Willie


Will you put down your fiddle and pray


That the world has begun with the birth of the sun


And its death the very same day





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Still the fiddle brightly sung, its hornpipe playing


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It's a Londonderry tune, long gone's the afternoon


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We'll sing 'ever and more and ever will be'





The old men he'd seen, all cracked teeth with glee


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Brought gold for the boy who could carry all time


For they in dear guardianship sailing and broken


Ship wizened and aged in pursuit of the wine





'It's not what I came for,' cried Will with disdain for


The din and the clamour of faucets undone


'Til a glimpse of perfection in Sally's reflection


In a mirror that carried her light like the sun





Will you put down your fiddle young Willie


Will you put down your fiddle and pray (right now)


That the world has begun with the birth of the sun


And its death the very same day





With Will in the midst and no heat to desist


The gentrified stock who had seen off them all


And laughed at the lad seeing all that he had


And whispered their praise to the soul of his sword





If Will had known better, he'd not have known better


And history's song would have ended with time


So it's lucky for learning that history's yearning


Is not in repeating but for something that rhymes





Will you pick up your fiddle young Willie (pick it up)


Will you pick up your fiddle and play


For the world has begun with the birth of the sun


And its death the very same day





Still the fiddle brightly sung, its hornpipe playing


It's a Londonderry tune, long gone's the afternoon


We'll sing 'ever and more and ever will be'