G C D
On a lone, barren isle, where the wild, roaring billows
G D
Assail the stern rock and the loud tempest raves,
G C G
The hero lies still where the dew drooping willows
C G D G
Like fond, weeping mourners, lean over his grave
D G C
The lightning may flash and the loud thunder rattle.
G D A D
He eats not, he hears not, he's free from all pain.
G C G
He sleeps his last sleep, he has fought his last battle.
C G D G
No sound can awake him to glory again.
C D G
No sound can awake him to glory again.
G C D
Oh shade of the mighty, where now are the legions
G D
That rushed but to conquer, when thou ledst them on?
G C G
Alas, they have perished in far hilly regions,
C G D G
And all, save the fame, of their triumph is gone.
D G C
The trumpet may sound and the loud cannon rattle.
G D A D
They eat not, they hear not, they're free from all pain.
G C G
They sleep their last sleep, they have fought their last battle.
C G D G
No sound can awake them to glory again.
C D G
No sound can awake them to glory again.
G C D
Yet, spirit immortal, the tomb cannot bind thee.
G D
For like thine own eagle, that soared to the Sun,
G C G
Thou springest from bondage, and leavest behind thee,
C G D G
A name which, before thee, no mortal had won.
D G C
Tho' nations may combat, and war's thunder rattle,
G D A D
No more on thy steed wilt thou sweep o'er the plain.
G C G
Thou sleep'st thy last sleep, thou hast fought thy last battle.
C G D G
No sound can awake thee to glory again.
C D G
No sound can awake thee to glory again.
See ya
-Bo Parker
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"And if one more person says to me, they can't stand the "twang," I think
I just might gingerly poke 'em in the eye. This is not like eating okra."
--Linda Ellis