{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":2502858,"song":"The Accrington Pals","artist":"Mike Harding","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11509158-the-accrington-pals-chords-by-mike-harding/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/2502858?type=chord","rating":4.69001,"votes":3,"content":"[Intro]\r\n[ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Verse 1]\r\n[tab][ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]Bb[/ch]\r\n Smoky town where they were born,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]F[/ch]\r\nDown in the valley, smoky little streets;[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]Bb[/ch]\r\n They were pals from childhood days[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]Cm[/ch] [ch]F[/ch]\r\nClimbing trees and running through the fields[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch]\r\nAnd they all played together[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]F[/ch] [ch]Bb[/ch]\r\nThrough the turning of the years,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Cm[/ch] [ch]F[/ch]\r\nSharing their laughter, sharing all their fears.[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Eb[/ch]\r\nThe seasons saw them growing, oh[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]F[/ch]\r\nThe seasons passing turned them round[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]F[/ch]\r\nThrough the turning, turning, turning years,[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]Bb[/ch]\r\nThe Accrington Pals.[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\n[tab][ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]Bb[/ch]\r\n Schooldays end, the lads all went[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]F[/ch]\r\nTo work, some spinning, some weaving in the sheds,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]Bb[/ch]\r\n On the land or down the pit,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]F[/ch]\r\nWorking hard to earn their daily bread.[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]F[/ch] [ch]Bb[/ch]\r\nAnd they all went walking up old Pendle Hill[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Cm[/ch] [ch]F[/ch]\r\nOn Sundays, the larks sang high above the dale,[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Eb[/ch]\r\nLittle Willie Riley[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]F[/ch]\r\nPlayed his mandolin and sang.[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]F[/ch]\r\nThey were laughing, they were singing then,[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]Bb[/ch]\r\nThe Accrington Pals.[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Verse 3]\r\n[tab][ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]Bb[/ch]\r\n 1916 came the call:[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]F[/ch]\r\nWe need more lads to battle with the Hun,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]Bb[/ch]\r\n Lads of Lancashire, heed the call;[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]F[/ch]\r\nWith God on our side the battle will soon be won[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]F[/ch] [ch]Bb[/ch]\r\nSo they all came marching to the beating of the drums[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]F[/ch] [ch]Bb[/ch]\r\nDown from the fields and factories they’d come,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch]\r\nSmiling at the girls who[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]F[/ch]\r\nCame to see them on their way.[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]F[/ch]\r\nThey were marching, marching, marching away,[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]Bb[/ch]\r\nThe Accrington Pals[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Verse 4]\r\n[tab][ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]Bb[/ch]\r\n Blue skies shining on that perfect day,[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]F[/ch]\r\nA lark was singing high above the Somme;[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]Bb[/ch]\r\n Brothers, pals and fathers lay[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]F[/ch]\r\nWatching that sweet bird sing in the quiet of the dawn[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch]\r\nThen they all went walking out[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]F[/ch] [ch]Bb[/ch]\r\nTowards the howling guns,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]Cm[/ch] [ch]F[/ch]\r\nTalking and laughing, calmly walking on,[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Eb[/ch]\r\nBelieving in the lies that[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]F[/ch]\r\nLeft them dying in the mud;[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]F[/ch]\r\nAnd they’re lying, lying, lying still,[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]Bb[/ch]\r\nThe Accrington Pals[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Verse 5]\r\n[tab][ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]Bb[/ch]\r\n Smoky town that heard the news[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]F[/ch]\r\nDown in the valley, smoky little streets;[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]Bb[/ch]\r\n Houses quiet and curtains pulled[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]F[/ch]\r\nAll round the town, a silent shroud of grief.[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]F[/ch] [ch]Bb[/ch]\r\nAnd the larks were singing still above Old Pendle Hill,[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]Bb[/ch]\r\nThe wind was in the bracken,[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]F[/ch] [ch]Bb[/ch]\r\nThe sun was shining still,[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Eb[/ch]\r\nAnd the larks were singing sweetly as[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]F[/ch]\r\nThe evening fell upon the Somme[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Bb[/ch]\r\nOn Edward Parkinson[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Eb[/ch]\r\nBobby Henderson[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Bb[/ch]\r\nBillie Clegg[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Eb[/ch]\r\nJohnny Molloy[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Bb[/ch]\r\nNorman Jones[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Eb[/ch]\r\nAlbert Berry[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Bb[/ch] [ch]Eb[/ch] [ch]F[/ch]\r\nWillie Riley,[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Bb[/ch]\r\nThe Accrington Pals[/tab]","plain_text":"[Intro]\nBb Eb Bb Eb\n\n\n[Verse 1]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 2]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 3]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 4]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 5]","chords":["Bb","Eb","F","Cm","A"],"chord_diagrams":{"Cm":{"barres":[3],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,1,3,4,2,1],"frets":[-1,3,5,5,4,3]},"F":{"barres":[1],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[1,3,4,2,1,1],"frets":[1,3,3,2,1,1]}}}