Devonside

[G]By [C]Devonside, she was a-marc[G]hin'

       [G]It was a [C]gang of no great s[G]ize

       [G]and "Surr[Bm]ender" was the ba[C]nner that she carri[G]ed

       [G]and hun[D]gry was the shi[C]ver in her e[G]yes.

       (same for the rest of the song)

       She met a boy, whose health was failing
       She threw down her banner, and took her prize,
       And the only food she had was bread and morphine
       He fed on the shiver in her eyes

       (solo over same chords - 1 verse long)

       By Devonside, his love was drifting,
       He looked for comfort, otherwise
       And there never was a rope or chain about him
       She held him with the shiver in her eyes

       And she said, "My John, I'll be your pillow."
       "I'll be your lover, mother, whore and wife."
       And he knew that he had loved and never seen her,
       When the light fell from the shiver in her eyes.

      Great resource, by the way.

       Jim Kaihatu - Remote Sensing Division, Naval Research Lab