The Helm Of Ned Kelly ukulele

The Helm Of Ned Kelly

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The Helm of Ned Kelly Chords
Blackbird Raum
(This is from having listened to the song a few times and just trying to play 
along, sorry about any mistakes! Listen to the song for timing and have fun :D )
       G              C             Bb    
Like a fist clutching bread just to hoard 
           Eb             G               C             G
And to withhold like the grain that they locked in the silos
We’ll be eating soup of stone ‘til what we grow is what we own 
We won’t take from the land what’s freely given
Throw out the deeds to the land
Throw the debts into the furnace
Debts to god, to the banks, and to the landlord
Don your armor don your helm 
That was forged from an old plow’s blade 
Train your horses round and aim your guns at Sydney
  
      G             C             Bb             D
I was born from the seed that was swallowed by a mad woman
         G            C             G
From the lips and the tongue of Ceridwen
I had took just a taste that had splashed up from the black kettle 
In the waves neither drowned nor aged a day

Down there lying in the brush 
Was one bloody tethered horse
One detective in the service of the crown
Even though we’re just one pistol 
Against an army of policemen
I insist that we are many and they are few 
Throw out the deeds to the land
Throw the debts into the furnace
Debts to god, to the banks, and to the landlord
Don your armor don your helm 
That was forged from an old plow’s blade 
Train your horses round and aim your guns at Sydney
  
      G             C             Bb             D
I was born from the seed that was swallowed by a mad woman
         G            C             G
From the lips and the tongue of Ceridwen
I had took just a taste that had splashed up from the black kettle 
In the waves neither drowned nor aged a day
 
It was on Van Dieman’s land 
Where your father came in transport 
Chained like cattle to the deck of a ship
Held hostage in a word stolen from the shores of Erin 
South Australia born in bondage to the queen’s men
      G              C            Bb             D
I was born from the seed that was swallowed by a mad woman
         G            C             G
From the lips and the tongue of Ceridwen
I had took just a taste that had splashed up from the black kettle 
In the waves neither drowned nor aged a day

(Outro): A, D, C, F5 (8th fret), A, D, A ( might be easier to play these chords as 
barred power chords.)

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