Mischief Brew — What Reason Have They To Dance

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What Reason Have They to Dance?

It's technically an Orphans tune but I figure more people will see it here.

Let me know if I messed some stuff up.

Rest in Power Erik


[Verse 1]

G
Today in a village of famine,
                   D
A feast was had by all
So stop all the presses
            C                   D
and listen for the riots and brawls
        G
But no rifles were aimed at comrades,
      C
Only at our fascist lords
             D
There were ghosts of
Winstanley’s farmers
                 C
When they were wielding
             D
Ploughs not swords


[Chorus]

       G                  C
What reason have they to dance
And to sing?
       D
Their pockets are all empty,
              C                 D
They've no stewards, queens or kings
     G
No bosses, laws or order
          C
Marching armies must we bring
    D
To give them all a reason
        C
Now to dance
        D
And to sing!


[Verse 2]

G
Hush scholar of history,
                D
Do not write a word
             D
We'll make repetition out of precedents,
           C                 D
See that this dream goes deferred
           G
Tell of insatiable greed within us
               C
And how the rebellion didn't work
         D
So in a hundred years it's forgotten
           C                 D
Shift the tale and shift the worth


[Chorus]

      G                   C
What reason have they to dance and to sing?
       D
Their pockets are all empty,
            C                   D
They've no stewards, queens or kings
   G
No bosses, laws or order
         C
Marching armies must we bring
    D
To give them all a reason
 C                   D
Now to dance and to sing!


[Instrumental]

D C B A G

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[Verse 3]

          G
Where the women took up arms
             C
To kill the fascists to protect life
          D
Where the food was freed at last
            C                  D
For all the people's fork and knife


[Chorus]

          G                  C
'Tis the reason they have to dance and to sing
      D
Their pockets are all empty,
           C                    D
They've no stewards, queens or kings
    G
No bosses, laws or order,
     C             D
Everyone has everything
      D
Each day gives them a reason now
    C            D C B A G
To dance and to sing!		
    

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