Sweet William Part 2

this is my first time doing this , and i did it as accurately as i could , by ear . hopefully it works . enjoy! capo on the 7th Am will you put down your fiddle young willie F will you put down your fiddle and pray C F C F that the world has begun with the birth of the sun Am and its death the very same day Am Em ’now kiss me young lover , ’ cried maggie the glover F C G ’we’re a village of babes and i’m over the moon" Am Em ’where’s all your fellas , those young buck propellers , ’ F C G cried willie who swam in the room full of swoon will you put down your fiddle young willie will you put down your fiddle and pray that the world has begun with the birth of the sun and its death the very same day C G Am F C G still the fiddle brightly sung , its hornpipe playing C Am C F it’s a londonderry tune , long gone’s the afternoon C F C Am we’ll sing ’ever and more and ever will be’ the old men he’d seen , all cracked teeth with glee brought gold for the boy who could carry all time for they in dear guardianship sailing and broken ship wizened and aged in pursuit of the wine ’it’s not what i came for , ’ cried will with disdain for the din and the clamour of faucets undone ’til a glimpse of perfection in sally’s reflection in a mirror that carried her light like the sun will you put down your fiddle young willie will you put down your fiddle and pray ( right now ) that the world has begun with the birth of the sun and its death the very same day with will in the midst and no heat to desist the gentrified stock who had seen off them all and laughed at the lad seeing all that he had and whispered their praise to the soul of his sword if will had known better , he’d not have known better and history’s song would have ended with time so it’s lucky for learning that history’s yearning is not in repeating but for something that rhymes will you pick up your fiddle young willie ( pick it up ) will you pick up your fiddle and play for the world has begun with the birth of the sun and its death the very same day still the fiddle brightly sung , its hornpipe playing it’s a londonderry tune , long gone’s the afternoon we’ll sing ’ever and more and ever will be’