King Henry

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Verse 1
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King Henry marched forth, a sword in his hand,
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Two thousand horsemen all at his command;
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In a fortnight the rivers ran red through the land,
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The year fifteen hundred and twenty.

Verse 2
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The year it is now nineteen sixty-five,
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It's easier far to stay half-alive.
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Just keep your mouth shut while the planes zoom and dive,
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Ten thousand miles over the ocean.

Verse 3
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Simon was drafted in sixty-three,
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In sixty-four, sent over the sea.
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Last month this letter he sent to me,
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He said, "You won't like what I'm sayin'."

Verse 4
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He said, "We've no friends here, no hardly a one,
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We've got a few generals who just want our guns.
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But it'll take more than that if we're ever to win;
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Why, we'll have to flatten the country."

Verse 5
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"It's my own troops I have to watch out for," he said,
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"I sleep with a pistol right under my head;"
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He wrote this last month, last week he was dead,
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And Simon came home in a casket.

Verse 6
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I mind my own business, I watch my TV,
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Complain about taxes but pay anyway.
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In a civilized manner my forefathers betray,
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Who long ago struggled for freedom.

Verse 7
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But each day a new headline screams at my bluff,
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On TV some general says we must be tough.
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In my dreams I stare at this family I love,
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All gutted and spattered with napalm.

Verse 8
     G                                   Am
King Henry marched forth, a sword in his hand,
G                                   Dm
Two thousand horsemen all at his command;
     G             Am         G
In a fortnight the rivers ran red through the land,
    Dm           Am          G
The year fifteen hundred and twenty.

Verse 9
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The year it is now nineteen sixty-five,
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It's easier far to stay half alive.
     G               Am             G
Just keep your mouth shut while the planes zoom and dive
    Dm                       G
Ten thousand miles over the ocean.

Alternate verse 2/9:
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The year it is now much later it seems,
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It's easier far, in the land of our dreams;
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Just keep your mouth shut and don't hear the screams,
    Dm             Am       G
Ten thousand miles over the ocean.