I can (D)see from my (Bm)window the (G)queen and saint (D)Patrick,
Dressed up to the (Bm)nines in there (G)colours
so (Asus4)true,(A)
(D)Streets full of (Bm)pipers are (G)called to a(D)ttention,
(Am)Chin up and (G)chest out and (B)do
what you (A)do,
Stand (E)up are you (E7)ready to (A)roll.
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Cos we're (D)all above the (G)water (A)line,
Are (D)little ships not (A)sinking,
We're (D)all above the
(G)water (A)line,
On the marching (D)season.
Drink (D)scotch and (Bm)soda and (G)best bitter (D)shandies,
There's bello bread (Bm)sambos for the (G)boys all in
(Asus4)blue,(A)
(D)Black um(Bm)brellas and (G)bowler hats (D)walking,
For (Am)all the dead (G)hero's these (B)days are
for (A)you,
Stand (E)up are you (E7)ready to (A)roll.
Chorus
(D)Rat-ta-tat (Bm)drummers are (G)counting there (D)heartbeats,
Send every? (Bm)Black cards? To (G)burn up in (Asusu4)hell,(A)
Sing
(D)out the (Bm)victorious (G)these are your (D)fathers,
(Am)Keep the flag(G) flying re(B)member them (A)well,
Stand
(E)up are you (E7)ready to (A)roll.
Chorus
