Pennywhistle Uke tab by Augie March (Baritone Chords)

# Intro

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Just an ordinary day, I knew that autumn was on its way
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I could see by the gilt of the clouds, the burnish on the bay
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A ring of effusia settled on the city like a vision of the future
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Before the scales fell away
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A vision of the future looking more than just okay
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A good feeling
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Yes, just a good feeling
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And it only happens now and then
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Out of the mouth of a black dog
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Out of the terrors of 3 am
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Out of the dark and whispering fen
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I was blind then I could see, now I'm blind again

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So I hollered up to Jill
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"Come down from the mountain, your ears are 'a burning
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My speech is a fountain, it's been another long year
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But you know I'm not counting
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I dreamed you like you dreamed me
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O the bomb dreamed the fuse and the drowner dreamed the sea"
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What a strange feeling...
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Yes, it's a strange feeling
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And it only happens now and then
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Out of the mouth of a black dog
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Out of the terrors of 3 am
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Out of the dark and whispering fen
Bm                                      D
I was blind then I could see, now I'm blind again.


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Most of the Aegean Sea rushes into my bedroom and glitters for me
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The hills of Gallipoli all throw up their bones for my industry

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So I build from the charnel the ale house
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I build from the tomb a palace of dreams
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That old barren rockface got silver seams for a miner of middling means
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Singing poems of dissolution and schemes
                   A
My penny whistles, lo!

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Now I summon up Jack, sat up on the hill
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The wrong kind of music, the wrong kind of pill
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Impotent as a potato but still pleading "Give it up Mary
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But not by degrees..."
  
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A portrait of Jack, a study in sin, well I knew of myself before I knew of him
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Now even I couldn't tell ya just who it is asking
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"Give it up Mary, but not by degrees
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Give it up Mary, your virtue, please..."

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Into the mouth of a black dog - I go
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Into the terrors of 3 am - I go
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Into the dark and whispering fen - I go
Bm                            D
I was blind then blind again
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Into the mouth of a black dog - I go
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Into the terrors of 3 am - I go
A                                   D
Into the dark and whispering fen - I go
       Bm                      D
O what beast has my name on its snaggle tooth
    Bm                    D             E
And eternal slobber for my finishing youth?
                  A
My penny whistles low.