Misc Traditional – Grave Of Bonaparte (Guitar)

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.