Get Your Filthy Hands Off My Desert And Southampton Dock

[G]Brezhnev took Afghanistan
[C]And Begin took Beirut
[D]Galtieri took the Union [G]Jack
And [G]Maggie, over lunch one day,
Took a [C]cruiser with all hands
Ap[D]parently to make him give it ba[G]ck.
Uuuuuuuh[C] Maggie what have you done?[G]
[G]They disembarked in 45,
[C]And no-one spoke and no-one smiled
[D]There were to many spaces in the li[G]ne

Gathered at the cenotaph
[C]All agreed with the hand on heart,
[D]To sheath the sacrificial knive[G]s
But now she [G]stands upon Southampton dock
With her [C]handkerchief
And her summer frock [D]clings
To her wet body in the rai[G]n.

In quiet desperation knuckles
[C]White upon the slippery reins
She [D]bravely waves the boys goodbye aga[G]in
Uuuuuuuh[C] Maggie what have you done?[G]
[C]And still the dark stain spreads between
His [G]shoulder blades
[C]A mute reminder of the [G]poppy fields and graves  [G7]      [Am7]
[G7]And [C]when the fight was [D]over   [Em7]        [D7]
We [G]spent what [Cm7]they had [Em]made
But [Am7]in the bottom of our hearts

We felt the final cut.

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