The Helm Of Ned Kelly Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

Like a Gfist clutching Cbread just to A♯hoard

And to withD♯hold like the gGrain that they lCocked in the sGilos

We’ll be eating soup of stone ‘til what we grow is what we own

We won’t take from the land what’s freely given

Throw out the deeds to the land

Throw the debts into the furnace

Debts to god, to the banks, and to the landlord

Don your armor don your helm

That was forged from an old plow’s blade

Train your horses round and aim your guns at Sydney

I was Gborn from the Cseed that was A♯swallowed by a Dmad woman

From the Glips and the Ctongue of CeriGdwen

I had took just a taste that had splashed up from the black kettle

In the waves neither drowned nor aged a day

Down there lying in the brush

Was one bloody tethered horse

One detective in the service of the crown

Even though we’re just one pistol

Against an army of policemen

I insist that we are many and they are few

Throw out the deeds to the land

Throw the debts into the furnace

Debts to god, to the banks, and to the landlord

Don your armor don your helm

That was forged from an old plow’s blade

Train your horses round and aim your guns at Sydney

I was Gborn from the Cseed that was A♯swallowed by a Dmad woman

From the Glips and the Ctongue of CeriGdwen

I had took just a taste that had splashed up from the black kettle

In the waves neither drowned nor aged a day

It was on Van Dieman’s land

Where your father came in transport

Chained like cattle to the deck of a ship

Held hostage in a word stolen from the shores of Erin

South Australia born in bondage to the queen’s men

I was Gborn from the sCeed that was A♯swallowed by a Dmad woman

From the Glips and the Ctongue of CeriGdwen

I had took just a taste that had splashed up from the black kettle

In the waves neither drowned nor aged a day

(Outro): A, D, C, F5 (8th fret), A, D, A ( might be easier to play these chords as

barred power chords.)