They Are Marching Down On High Street chords by Ye Banished Privateers

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Verse:
        Em                           G
Down in Old Wapping docks, near the banks and the rocks
           D                             Em
Where the gibbets use to sing across the Thames
      Em                        G
Every now and every then with a silver oar with them
     D                          Em
The Marshals come to visit our block

Verse:
        Em                           G
If you cannot pay your rent, off to prison you'll be sent
                   D                            Em
Where the gaolers entertain you in their stoney hall
          Em                                G
Like the tattooed one armed creature, they call the Newgate Preacher
           D                     Em
For his tales of liberty he must repent

Chorus:
          G                        D
Hear the royal drums beat and the marching of their feet
      Em                        G     D
A procession is coming down on High Street
     G                          D
And bound to depart they have shackled to their cart
     C               Bm              Em
The poor lad who is heading for the docks

Verse:
           Em                     G
But for my own felony, there will be no clemency
      D                          Em
As a gentleman of fortune I did serve
        Em                           G
Now I’m rolling out of jail, and my final quart of ale
           D                       Em
Has been paid for by the Marshall Deputy

Chorus:
          G                        D
Hear the royal drums beat and the marching of their feet
      Em                        G     D
A procession is coming down on High Street
     G                          D
And bound to depart they have shackled to their cart
     C               Bm              Em
The poor lad who is heading for the docks

Verse:
          Em                   G
For this morbid dalliance, In hope to catch a glance
    D                           Em
My audience has come to see my dance
          Em                              G
Like the withered William Kidd, who I'll now be hanging with
        D                                Em
As the cart towards the docks has well advanced

Verse:
       Em                             G
I can see my house from here. See, I grew up over there
         D                               Em
And I'm still a whipping boy, to this I swear
        Em                            G
As the chaplain reads his prayers, I climb the wooden stairs
        D                                     Em
And my true love stands there staring at the snare

Chorus:
          G                        D
Hear the royal drums beat and the marching of their feet
      Em                        G     D
A procession is coming down on High Street
     G                          D
And bound to depart they have shackled to their cart
     C               Bm              Em
The poor lad who is heading for the docks

Chorus:
          G              D
Oh close your eyes walk away now my love
      Em                                   G  D
Don’t be here when the tide leaves in the morning
     G                   D
And I'll see you at the heavenly gates
         C                Bm          Em
Where my face will be as handsome as today

Chorus:
          G                        D
Hear the royal drums beat and the marching of their feet
      Em                        G     D
A procession is coming down on High Street
     G                          D
And bound to depart they have shackled to their cart
     C               Bm              Em
The poor lad who is heading for the docks

Chorus:
          G                        D
Hear the royal drums beat and the marching of their feet
      Em                        G     D
A procession is coming down on High Street
     G                          D
And bound to depart they have shackled to their cart
     C               Bm              Em
The poor lad who is heading for the docks