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G C G
By Devonside, she was a-marchin'
G C G
It was a gang of no great size
G Bm C G
and "Surrender" was the banner that she carried
G D C G
and hungry was the shiver in her eyes.
(same for the rest of the song)
She met a boy, whose health was failing
She threw down her banner, and took her prize,
And the only food she had was bread and morphine
He fed on the shiver in her eyes
(solo over same chords - 1 verse long)
By Devonside, his love was drifting,
He looked for comfort, otherwise
And there never was a rope or chain about him
She held him with the shiver in her eyes
And she said, "My John, I'll be your pillow."
"I'll be your lover, mother, whore and wife."
And he knew that he had loved and never seen her,
When the light fell from the shiver in her eyes.
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