Tom:
Introdução:
C
And now it's time to say farewell
F C
And though I hope that we may meet again
F
And all things may be right again
G C
We've lived and spent the day
F
And so we'll cry farewell, Regality
C
And cry farewell to Liberty
To honest friends' civility
G
To winter's frost and fire
F Am
And there's naught that I can bid ye
C
But that peace and love go with ye
Never mind wherever call the fates
G F
Away from Hexhamshire
C Am7 G
C
And what is time that flies so fleet,
F C
But just a bird that flies on merry wings
G F
And lights us down in happy springs
C
When winter's night is past?
F
And so we'll cry farewell, Regality
C
And cry farewell to Liberty
To honest friends' civility
G
To winter's frost and fire
F Am
And there's naught that I can bid ye
C
But that peace and love go with ye
Never mind wherever call the fates
G F
Away from Hexhamshire
C Am7 G
C
Aye, but the curlew sings her song
F C
And winds her sorrows down on Rowley Burn,
G F
And sadly winds the hunter's horn,
C
The call is all farewell
F
And so we'll cry farewell, Regality
C
And cry farewell to Liberty
To honest friends' civility
G
To winter's frost and fire
F Am
And there's naught that I can bid ye
C
But that peace and love go with ye
Never mind wherever call the fates
G F
Away from Hexhamshire
C Am7 G
C
And as I set the mossy stones
F C
And do my bits of jobs and fix the dikes
G F
I hear the whispers down the sykes
C
&ldquo Farewell,&rdquo they sigh, &ldquo farewell!&rdquo
F
And so we'll cry farewell, Regality
C
And cry farewell to Liberty
To honest friends' civility
G
To winter's frost and fire
F Am
And there's naught that I can bid ye
C
But that peace and love go with ye
Never mind wherever call the fates
G F
Away from Hexhamshire
C Am7 G
C
Do I remember? Do I dream?
F C
And did we really meet in Viewly Side?
G F
For all this and much more besides
C
Has got me sore beguiled
F
And so we'll cry farewell, Regality
C
And cry farewell to Liberty
To honest friends' civility
G
To winter's frost and fire
F Am
And there's naught that I can bid ye
C
But that peace and love go with ye
Never mind wherever call the fates
G F
Away from Hexhamshire
C Am7 G
C
But on some golden autumn morn
F C
Or when July is hazing Dipton Slopes
G F
By Whitley Mill or Westburnhope
C
We'll live and spend the day
F
And so we'll cry farewell, Regality
C
And cry farewell to Liberty
To honest friends' civility
G
To winter's frost and fire
F Am
And there's naught that I can bid ye
C
But that peace and love go with ye
Never mind wherever call the fates
G F
Away from Hexhamshire
C Am7 G C