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[Verse]
     Bb                                Eb
I am old, very old, but I don't need a wattle
     Bb                                   F
I am old, yes, I'm old, but I'm not a dry nettle
      Bb                 Bb7         Eb
All I need is man who is high in his mettle
                 F               Bb        Eb
Glory oh, glory, glory, when the evening declines
                 F                       Bb        Eb  F
Glory oh, glory, glory, as the evening declines

[Verse]
      Bb                                     Eb
And before the black hunger, I'd husbands in plenty
Bb                                 F
Maybe your granddad was one of the many
   Bb                       Bb7               Eb
Or was he that red-coat who swigged more than any?
                 F               Bb        Eb
Glory oh, glory, glory, when the evening declines
                 F                       Eb
Glory oh, glory, glory, as the evening declines

[Instrumental]
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[Bridge]
        Bb7           Eb                         Bb
You can have all your gold, the high king of all metals
                                           F
With soft talk and kisses we'll never want better
        Bb                     F           Eb
And the west of a ditch is the best of all settles
                 F               Bb        Eb
Glory oh, glory, glory, when the evening declines
                 F                       Bb
Glory oh, glory, glory, as the evening declines

[Verse]
                                       Eb
I am old, very old, but I don't need a wattle
     Bb                                   F
I am old, yes, I'm old, but I'm not a dry nettle
   Bb                     Bb7            Eb
So you clout the pot, and I'll clout the kettle
                 F               Bb        Eb
Glory oh, glory, glory, when the evening declines
                 F                       Bb      Eb  Bb
Glory oh, glory, glory, as the evening declines