[ Предположительная тональность: G ] CAPO 3rd FRET Bm Em C D G Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust C D Dsus4 G An October's day, towards evening Em C D G Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough C D Dsus4 G Salt on a deep chest seasoning Em C D G Last of the line at an honest day's toil C D Dsus4 G Turning the deep sod under Em C D G Flint at the fetlock, chasing the bone C D Dsus4 G Flies at the nostrils plunder. C D G C The Suffolk, the Clydesdale, the Percheron vie Am D Dsus4 Em with the Shire on his feathers floating C D G C Hauling soft timber into the dusk C D Dsus4 G to bed on a warm straw coating. F#7 Bm G Bm G A Heavy Horses, move the land under me F#7 Bm G Bm G A Behind the plough gliding --- slipping and sliding free F#7 G D Now you're down to the few Bb F And there's no work to do C Em D Bm The tractor's on its way. Em C D G Let me find you a filly for your proud stallion seed C D Dsus4 G to keep the old line going. Em C D G And we'll stand you abreast at the back of the wood C D Dsus4 G behind the young trees growing Em C D G To hide you from eyes that mock at your girth, C D Dsus4 G and your eighteen hands at the shoulder Em C D G And one day when the oil barrels have all dripped dry C D Dsus4 G and the nights are seen to draw colder C D G C They'll beg for your strength, your gentle power Am D Dsus4 Em your noble grace and your bearing C D G C And you'll strain once again to the sound of the gulls C D Dsus4 G in the wake of the deep plough, sharing.
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