Intro:

F C F C


F
How can you pine anymore
C
it is beautiful
F            C
and for all, unavoidable
F               C
so here are his bones
F                C
and his grinning skull
F            C
so now he is home 
F                    C
to the bluebottles


C Em Am F


Em               F
He who was your bull
G                    F
and made the shadows run


      C
And I understand
F                    C
in all things he was quite the man
        F              C
but now perched on his skull
   F              C
he wears cuckolds horns
F               C
they're growing full
F               C
pushing through the soil


Em                       F
pools gathering round my knees
G                           F
temptation leers at me from every door 


F                C
so these are his bones
Em            F          C
why won't you leave them alone?


Em                 F
worms crowding her feet
G                               F
trying to pull me back to their holes
Em                 F
tap-tapping in the room below
G                      F
nothing more than dead piles of bones


saying:
C                            Em
'I'll eat this young whelp's heart I will'
C                            Em
'I'll eat this young whelp's heart I will'
C                            Em
'I'll eat this young whelp's heaaaaaaaart'


F     Em
HEAVE-HO
F     Em
HEAVE-HO


Em                       F
with fists for spades we raid his grave
Em                      Am
with big black boots we stomp the roots
Em                       F
with fists for spades we raid his grave
Em                      F
with big black boots we stomp the roof


F     Em 
HEAVE-HO
F     Em
HEAVE-HO
F     Em
HEAVE-HO

Am    F
HEAVE-HO
G     Am
HEAVE-HO