{"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":2892464,"song":"On Her Silver Jubilee","artist":"Leon Rosselson","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11651059-on-her-silver-jubilee-chords-by-leon-rosselson/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/2892464?type=chord","rating":0,"votes":0,"content":"[Verse 1]\r\n[tab]    [ch]F#m[/ch]\r\nI remember, I remember when my world was hardly grown[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]D[/ch]                             [ch]C#7[/ch]\r\nAnd the daughter of a dead dull king ascended to the throne[/tab]\r\n[tab]           [ch]F#m[/ch]          [ch]A[/ch]               [ch]B[/ch]               [ch]F#dim[/ch]\r\nAnd though I was just a lad at school I saw it all with scorn[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]F#m[/ch]            [ch]E[/ch]              [ch]A[/ch]          [ch]G#[/ch]\r\nThe solemn, sacred emptiness, the monumental yawn[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]A[/ch]                            [ch]E[/ch]\r\nAnd the slime exuding daily from the sycophantic slugs[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]D[/ch]                           [ch]C#7[/ch]\r\nAnd the coronation ashtrays and the coronation mugs[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]A[/ch]                                  [ch]E[/ch]\r\nAnd the rows of ermined mummies with their maggot-eaten brains[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]D[/ch]                                 [ch]C#7[/ch]\r\nAll the swarms of bloated blowflies the majestic turd sustains[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]F#[/ch]                  [ch]E[/ch]              [ch]B[/ch]             [ch]C#[/ch]\r\nDroves of decorated duchesses like newly-painted slums[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]F[/ch]                 [ch]E[/ch]              [ch]B[/ch]               [ch]C#[/ch]\r\nKneeling flunkeys, praying monkeys, loyal holes for royal crumbs[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]F#[/ch]                    [ch]G#[/ch]              [ch]C#7[/ch]\r\nAnd the well-heeled sharks discreetly selling tickets for the show[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]F#[/ch]             [ch]D#m[/ch]            [ch]G#m[/ch]                 [ch]C#[/ch]\r\nPark lane balconies with champagne at a thousand quid a throw[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]F#[/ch]               [ch]E[/ch]               [ch]B[/ch]                  [ch]C#7[/ch]\r\n“Come and cheer the golden fairy queen, forget your daily cares,[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]F#[/ch]         [ch]E[/ch]            [ch]B[/ch]               [ch]C#[/ch]\r\nFor she radiates a glory that a grateful nation shares”[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]F#[/ch]             [ch]E[/ch]            [ch]B[/ch]            [ch]C#[/ch]\r\nAnd the pageantry, the panoply, the sanctified decay[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]F#[/ch]                [ch]E[/ch]                 [ch]D[/ch]             [ch]C#7[/ch]\r\nBut I knew the hour was coming that would sweep it all away[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]F#m[/ch]              [ch]A[/ch]               [ch]B[/ch]                      [ch]D[/ch]\r\nNow time has me in a corner, and I’m moth-eared from the fray[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]A[/ch]          [ch]E[/ch]              [ch]B[/ch]\r\nBut Her Majesty is reigning still today[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[tab]       [ch]F#m[/ch]                          [ch]E[/ch]\r\nWith a glass cage around her and an absence in her eyes[/tab]\r\n[tab]           [ch]D[/ch]                                 [ch]C#[/ch]\r\nAnd though regiments surround her they can’t take her by surprise[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]F#[/ch]          [ch]A[/ch]                [ch]E[/ch]\r\nShe’s as poised as a picture, she’s a sight for all to see[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]D[/ch]           [ch]C#[/ch]               [ch]F#m[/ch]\r\nWith a glass cage around her on her Silver Jubilee[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]D[/ch]          [ch]C#m[/ch]            [ch]B[/ch]\r\nWith a glass cage around her she feels free[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\n[tab]    [ch]F#[/ch]\r\nI remember 1956, division East and West[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]D[/ch]                           [ch]C#7[/ch]\r\nBritish paratroops in Suez, Russian tanks in Budapest[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]F#m[/ch]               [ch]A[/ch]               [ch]B[/ch]                    [ch]F#dim[/ch]\r\nAnd the peaceful marchers singing for the dream that must come true[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]F#m[/ch]                 [ch]E[/ch]                     [ch]A[/ch]                [ch]G#[/ch]\r\nOf a world free from the nightmare we’ve since grown accustomed to[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]A[/ch]                             [ch]E[/ch]\r\nAnd the Cuban missile crisis with the rumors flying round[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]D[/ch]                                  [ch]C#7[/ch]\r\nThe Queen was in her secret bomb-proof palace underground[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]A[/ch]                       [ch]E[/ch]\r\nAnd the violence exploding when anger made a stand[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]D[/ch]                           [ch]C#7[/ch]\r\nFor a peasant people burning in a torn and tortured land[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]F#[/ch]                 [ch]E[/ch]        [ch]B[/ch]               [ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nAnd the monarch walked her corgis behind the palace wall[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]F[/ch]              [ch]E[/ch]                [ch]B[/ch]              [ch]C#[/ch]\r\nNever once betraying what she felt or if she felt at all[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]F#[/ch]               [ch]G#[/ch]               [ch]C#7[/ch]\r\nWhile her husband shot his mouth off like a walking blunderbuss[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]F#[/ch]             [ch]D#m[/ch]             [ch]G#m[/ch]        [ch]C#[/ch]\r\nShe gave birth to royal children with a minimum of fuss[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]F#[/ch]                    [ch]E[/ch]              [ch]B[/ch]                  [ch]C#7[/ch]\r\nMaintained her wax-worked dignity as she trots the royal dance[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]F#[/ch]              [ch]E[/ch]                 [ch]B[/ch]           [ch]C#[/ch]\r\nFulfilled her royal functions in a kind of royal trance[/tab]\r\n[tab]   [ch]F#[/ch]            [ch]E[/ch]                [ch]B[/ch]                 [ch]C#[/ch]\r\nBalmoral, Ascot, Sandringham, the ship-launching routine[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]F#m[/ch]              [ch]E[/ch]             [ch]D[/ch]             [ch]C#7[/ch]\r\nPalace banquets, garden parties, ever-smiling and serene[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]F#m[/ch]           [ch]A[/ch]            [ch]B[/ch]              [ch]D[/ch]\r\nUnique symbol, model woman, never seeing, always seen[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]A[/ch]                  [ch]E[/ch]               [ch]B[/ch]\r\nSo we watched her as she played at being queen[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[tab]       [ch]F#m[/ch]                          [ch]E[/ch]\r\nWith a glass cage around her and an absence in her eyes[/tab]\r\n[tab]           [ch]D[/ch]                                 [ch]C#[/ch]\r\nAnd though regiments surround her they can’t take her by surprise[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]F#[/ch]          [ch]A[/ch]                [ch]E[/ch]\r\nShe’s as poised as a picture, she’s a sight for all to see[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]D[/ch]           [ch]C#[/ch]               [ch]F#m[/ch]\r\nWith a glass cage around her on her Silver Jubilee[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]D[/ch]          [ch]C#m[/ch]            [ch]B[/ch]\r\nWith a glass cage around her she feels free[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 3]\r\n[tab]    [ch]F#[/ch]\r\nShe seems so commonplace a woman in her fuddy-duddy hats[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]D[/ch]                              [ch]C#7[/ch]\r\nBut she doesn’t stand in bus queues or live in high-rise flats[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]F#m[/ch]              [ch]A[/ch]            [ch]B[/ch]              [ch]F#dim[/ch]\r\nShe doesn’t ride the rush hour or cycle down the Strand[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]F#m[/ch]            [ch]E[/ch]            [ch]A[/ch]          [ch]G#[/ch]\r\nAnd she doesn’t play maracas in the Ivy Benson band[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]A[/ch]                                [ch]E[/ch]\r\nAnd she doesn’t shop for bargains, she’s never on the dole[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]D[/ch]                                  [ch]C#7[/ch]\r\nAnd if she does the football pool, she doesn’t tell a soul[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]A[/ch]                               [ch]E[/ch]\r\nAnd she doesn’t need to bother with the inland revenue[/tab]\r\n[tab]             [ch]D[/ch]                        [ch]C#7[/ch]\r\nThough she’s royally rewarded for the things she doesn’t do[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]F#[/ch]          [ch]E[/ch]                 [ch]B[/ch]                 [ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nWith palaces and properties and to keep her in good cheer[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]F[/ch]               [ch]E[/ch]               [ch]B[/ch]                [ch]C#[/ch]\r\nHer working wage of one point seven million pounds a year[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]F#[/ch]               [ch]G#[/ch]             [ch]C#7[/ch]\r\nHer royal train, her royal plane, a costly royal yacht[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]F#[/ch]          [ch]D#m[/ch]          [ch]G#m[/ch]            [ch]C#[/ch]\r\nAnd lucrative investments in only God knows what[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]F#[/ch]           [ch]E[/ch]             [ch]B[/ch]          [ch]C#7[/ch]\r\nOh, the magic of the monarchy, the mystery sublime[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]F#[/ch]             [ch]E[/ch]            [ch]B[/ch]              [ch]C#7[/ch]\r\nGrowing gracefully and effortlessly richer all the time[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]F#[/ch]               [ch]E[/ch]            [ch]B[/ch]               [ch]C#[/ch]\r\nShe’s the rock of hope and glory in the quicksand of despair[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]F#m[/ch]                  [ch]E[/ch]                [ch]D[/ch]               [ch]C#7[/ch]\r\nFor although the pound may tumble, although panic fills the air[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]F#m[/ch]             [ch]E[/ch]                [ch]D[/ch]                 [ch]C#7[/ch]\r\nAlthough governments may crumble, and the cupboard's nearly bare[/tab]\r\n[tab]           [ch]F#m[/ch]             [ch]E[/ch]               [ch]D[/ch]             [ch]C#7[/ch]\r\nThough the stairs begin to rattle, and the rats begin to stare[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]F#m[/ch]             [ch]A[/ch]         [ch]B[/ch]                 [ch]D[/ch]\r\nShe enfolds in mystic unity her subjects everywhere[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]A[/ch]                    [ch]E[/ch]                  [ch]B[/ch]\r\nAnd we know we’re safe from harm while nanny’s there[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[tab]       [ch]F#m[/ch]                          [ch]E[/ch]\r\nWith a glass cage around her and an absence in her eyes[/tab]\r\n[tab]           [ch]D[/ch]                                 [ch]C#[/ch]\r\nAnd though regiments surround her they can’t take her by surprise[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]F#[/ch]          [ch]A[/ch]                [ch]E[/ch]\r\nShe’s as poised as a picture, she’s a sight for all to see[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]D[/ch]           [ch]C#[/ch]               [ch]F#m[/ch]\r\nWith a glass cage around her on her Silver Jubilee[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]D[/ch]          [ch]C#m[/ch]            [ch]B[/ch]           [ch]D[/ch]        [ch]F#[/ch]\r\nWith a glass cage around her she feels free[/tab]","plain_text":"[Verse 1]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Chorus]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 2]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Chorus]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 3]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Chorus]","chords":["F#m","D","C#7","A","B","F#dim","E","G#","F#","C#","F","D#m","G#m","C#m"],"chord_diagrams":{"A":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,1,2,3,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,2,2,0]},"B":{"barres":[2],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,1,2,3,4,1],"frets":[-1,2,4,4,4,2]},"D":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,0,1,3,2],"frets":[-1,-1,0,2,3,2]},"E":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,2,3,1,0,0],"frets":[0,2,2,1,0,0]},"F":{"barres":[1],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[1,3,4,2,1,1],"frets":[1,3,3,2,1,1]}}}