Wee Small Hours

Intro: 
 
C 
/ [drum fill] 
 
Verse 1: 
 
C Fm 
In the wee small hours of sixpence 
C Fm 
And the lighted chandelier 
Dm Em F C 
Stands a rusty old retainer 
Abdim [N.C.] C/G 
Whose old eyes are filled with tears 
 
For his master, good Sir Gallant 
Who is now off to the wars 
And although his eyes are crying 
We know grief is not the cause 
 
Chorus 1: 
 
F F#dim C 
And if grief is not the reason 
F F#dim C 
He must be of sterner stuff 
F Am/E Dm 
And his sword, though old and rusty 
G /F /E /D 
Must be blunt as sharp enough 
 
Verse 2: 
 
In the wee small hours of sixpence 
And the broken windowpane 
Stand the remnants of the evening 
Who are waiting all in vain 
 
For the crowing of the cockroach 
Sure as morning is not night 
But the air is filled with silence 
And the day bright is not light 
 
Chorus 2: 
 
But still darkness is no reason 
We are men of sterner stuff 
And our swords, though old and rusty 
Still are blunt as sharp enough 
 
Instrumental break [key changes to D]: 
 
D Bm D/A Bm 
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G Bm/F# Em A /G /F# /E 
/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / 
 
Verse 3: 
 
D Gm 
In the wee small hours of sixpence 
D Gm 
And the hat stand in the hall 
Em F#m G D 
Waiting only for the morning 
Bbdim [N.C.] D/A 
Shadows flitting ‘cross the wall 
 
And perhaps that old retainer 
Who now giving of his all 
May have once been just as we are 
And now has no face at all 
 
Chorus 3: 
 
G G#dim D 
But still grief was not the reason 
G G#dim D 
He was made of sterner stuff 
G Bm/F# Em 
And his sword, though old and rusty 
A /G /F# /E 
Still was blunt as sharp enough 
 
D Bm D [end cold]