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T:Adieu to Old England
S:Charles Ash, Crowbridge, North Somerset.
Z:Cecil Sharp
F:http://www.folkinfo.org/songs
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D2 |D2 E2 F2 |G2 F2 E2 |D4
w:Oh once I could ride in my coach
D2 |D2 F2 A2 |d2 d2 B2 |A4
w:And hors-es to draw me a-long,
(Bc) |d2 c2 B2 | A2 F2 E2 |D2 D2 D2 |G2
w:But_ now I am stir-rup and stir-rup so strong
G2 A2 |d2 A2 F2 |A2 G2 E2 |D4
w:And in i-rons and chains I am bound.
 z2|A4 G2 |F2 G2 A2 |G2 F2 E2 |D4
w:Here's a-dieu to Old Eng-land a-dieu;
DD |D2 F2 A2 |d2 c2 B2 |A4
w:And a-dieu to some hun-dreds of pounds.
AA |d2 c2 B2 |G2 F2 E2 |D2 D2 D2 |G4
w:If the world had been end-ed be-fore I was born
 A2 |d2 A2 F2 |A2 G2 E2 |D4 z2 |]
w:My sor-row I nev-er should know.
W:Once I could ride in my coach with horses to draw me along,
W:but now I am stirrup and stirrup so strong and in irons and chains I am bound.
W:
W:(Chorus)
W:Here's adieu to Old England adieu, and adieu to some hundreds of pounds -
W:if the world had been ended before I was born my troubles I never should know.
W:
W:Once I could eat of the best, the bestest of the brown bread,
W:but now I am glad for the hard mouldy crust and glad  I could get it to eat.
W:
W:Once I could drink of the best, the bestest of ale so brown,
W:but now I am glad of a cup of spring water that runneth from town to town.
W:
W:Oh once I could lie on my bed; my bed was the softest of down,
W:but now I am glad of a lock of chair straw to keep me up from the cold ground.