INTRO: 1, 4, 57, 1
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My name is Frances Tolliver, I come from Liver-pool
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Two years ago the war was waiting for me after school
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To Belgium and to Flanders, to Germany, to here
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I fought for King and country I love dear
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'Twas Christmas in the trenches, where the frost so bitter hung
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The frozen fields of France were still, no Christmas song was sung
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Our families back in England were toasting us that day
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Their brave and glorious lads so far a-way
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I was lying with my messmate, on the cold and rocky ground
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When a-cross the lines of battle came a most peculiar sound
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Says I, now listen up me boys, each soldier strained to hear
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As one young German voice sang out so clear
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He's singing bloody well you know, my partner says to me
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Soon one by one each German voice, joined in in har-mo-ny
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The cannons rested silent, the gas clouds rolled no more
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As Christmas brought us respite from the war
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As soon as they were finished, and a reverent pause was spent
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God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen, struck up some lads from Kent
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The next they sang was "Stille Nacht", 'tis "Silent Night" says I
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And in two tongues, one song filled up that sky (SILENT NIGHT)
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There's someone comin' t'wards us, the frontline sentry cried
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All sights were fixed on one lone figure trudging from their side
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His truce flag like a Christmas star shone on that plain so bright
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As he bravely strode un-armed into the night
CHRISTMAS IN THE TRENCHES (page 2)
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Then one by one, on either side, walked into No Man's Land
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With neither gun or bayonet, we met there hand to hand
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We shared some secret brandy and wished each other well
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And in a flare-lit soccer game, we gave 'em hell
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We traded chocolates, cigarettes and photographs from home
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These sons and fathers far away from families of their own
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Young Sanders played his squeezebox and they had a vi-o-lin
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This curious and un-likely band of men
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Soon daylight stole u-pon us, and France was France once more
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With sad farewells we each began to settle back to war
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But the question haunted every heart that lived that wondrous night
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Whose family have I fixed within my sights
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'Twas Christmas in the trenches where the frost so bitter hung
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The frozen fields of France were warmed as Christmas songs were sung
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For the walls they kept be-tween us to ex-act the work of war
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Had been crumbled and are gone for ever-more
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Oh my name is Frances Tolliver, in Liverpool I dwell
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Each Christmas come since World War One, I've learned it's lessons well
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That the ones who call the shots, won't be a-mong the dead and lame
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And on each end of the rifle, we're the same
Notes:
- Break after verses 4 and 6: The Minstrel Boy
- Break at V3L4: Silent Night
SYMBOLS:
- Asterisk (*) = new measure, play same chord
- Period (.) = 1/8 note rest at start of a measure
- Underline(_) = sustain note into next measure
CHORDS (Number System):
- Example: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
- Key of C: C D E F G A B
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