Locke Hospital
This is another one of those archetypal songs that appears in many guises again and again. The Furey Brothers and Davey Arthur had a major hit with a version of this song called"The Green Fields of France"
G Em Am D
As I was a-walking down by the Locke Hospital
G Em C D
Cold was the morning and dark was the day
G C G D
I spied a young squaddie wrapped up in old linen
G C D G
Wrapped up in old linen as cold as the day.
CHORUS
G Em Am D
So play the drums slowly and play the fifes lowly
G Em C D
Sound a dead march as you carry him along
G C G D
And over his coffin throw a bunch of white laurels
G C D G
For he's a young soldier cut down in his prime.
Oh mother, dear mother, come sit ye down by me
Sit ye down by me and pity my sad plight
For my body is injured and sadly disordered
All by a young girl me own heart's delight.
Get six of me comrades to carry my coffin
Get six of me comrades to carry me on high
And let every one hold a bunch of white roses
So no-one will notice as we pass them by.
And over his headstone these words they were written
"All ye young fellows take warning from me.
Beware of the flash girls that roam through the city
For the girls of the city were the ruin of me."
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The above is solely MY INTERPRETATION of this great song, in a format aimed at learning guitarists.
No attempt has been made to copy or reproduce the artist's or publisher's sheet music for the song,
if such exists.
It can be used for INFORMATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY. To play the song as it should be played, you should
purchase the official sheetmusic for the song. You should also purchase and listen to the song to learn
the rhythm and timing of the song - this is essential if you wish to play the song with any degree of accuracy
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