The Helm Of Ned Kelly
Blackbird RaumVersion1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
Like a fist clutching bread just to hoard
And to withhold like the grain that they locked in the silos
Well be eating soup of stone til what we grow is what we own
We wont take from the land whats 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 plows blade
Train your horses round and aim your guns at Sydney
I was born from the seed that was swallowed by a mad woman
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 were 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 plows blade
Train your horses round and aim your guns at Sydney
I was born from the seed that was swallowed by a mad woman
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 Diemans 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 queens men
I was born from the seed that was swallowed by a mad woman
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): , , , (8th fret), , , ( might be easier to play these chords as
barred power chords.)
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Readable chord sheet for The Helm Of Ned Kelly by Blackbird Raum
Like a [G]fist clutching [C]bread just to [Bb]hoard And to with[Eb]hold like the g[G]rain that they l[C]ocked in the s[G]ilos Well be eating soup of stone til what we grow is what we own We wont take from the land whats 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 plows blade Train your horses round and aim your guns at Sydney I was [G]born from the [C]seed that was [Bb]swallowed by a [D]mad woman From the [G]lips and the [C]tongue of Ceri[G]dwen 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 were 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 plows blade Train your horses round and aim your guns at Sydney I was [G]born from the [C]seed that was [Bb]swallowed by a [D]mad woman From the [G]lips and the [C]tongue of Ceri[G]dwen 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 Diemans 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 queens men I was [G]born from the s[C]eed that was [Bb]swallowed by a [D]mad woman From the [G]lips and the [C]tongue of Ceri[G]dwen 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.)