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**For old times sake**
Genre	Ballad
Maatsoort	3/4
Toonsoort	F
Componist	Charles Osborne
Door	Millie Lindon
Tekstschrijver	Charles Osborne
jaar	1898
Copyright	0
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^DDown in a lane two men had ^A7quarrelled
Over a girl whom they ^Bmboth ^A7ad^Dmired
Brothers in name but ^D7foes in ^Gfeeling
^GmPassion, a^Dlas, their ^A7hearts had ^Dfired
^AOne said “You traitor, you ^E7stole her from ^Ame
Hence-forth a stranger to ^E7England I'll ^Abe”
”^{F^#m}If we must ^C#mpart” said the ^Do^Ather with pain
“^DmDon't part like this, we may ^E7ne'er meet ^A7again
      For ^Dold time's sake, don't let our enmity ^A7live
      For old time's sake, say you'll forget and for^Dgive
      ^D6Life's too short to quarrel, hearts too precious to ^Gbreak
      ^EmShake ^Gm6hands and ^Dlet us be ^B7friends, for ^E7old ^A7times' ^Dsake

^DAnger prevailed, as foes they ^A7parted
Parted as brothers have ^Bmoften ^Ddone
Jack sailed away to ^D7drown his sor^Grow
And ^Gmleft Tom at ^Dhome with the ^A7bride he'd ^Dwon
^ATwelve months after, and ^E7then he was ^Aleft
Left with a babe of its ^E7Mother be^Areft
^{F^#m}How like she ^C#mgrew to her, ^Dwhen he re^Avealed
The ^Dmcause of the quarrel, and ^E7how he ap^A7pealed

  ^BmTime rolled a^Emway, then the ^Bmbrothers one ^Emday
  ^BmMet face to face, and ^F#7then turned a^Bmway
  But the little peace^Emmaker, their ^Bmrough hands she ^Emgrasped
  And ^Bmwhispered so ^Emsoftly as their ^B7fingers she ^Emclasped
  “In ^A7her sainted name, who looks ^Ddown from above
  My ^Bmown angel mother you ^E7both used to ^Alove ^A⁺

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 <poem>
-{{F}}Down in a lane two men had {{C7}}quarrelled
+{{D}}Down in a lane two men had {{A7}}quarrelled
-Over a girl whom they {{Gm}}both {{C7}}ad{{F}}mired
+Over a girl whom they {{Bm}}both {{A7}}ad{{D}}mired
-Brothers in name but {{F7}}foes in {{Bb}}feeling
+Brothers in name but {{D7}}foes in {{G}}feeling
-{{Bbm}}Passion, a{{F}}las, their {{C7}}hearts had {{F}}fired
+{{Gm}}Passion, a{{D}}las, their {{A7}}hearts had {{D}}fired
-{{C}}One said “You traitor, you {{G7}}stole her from {{C}}me
+{{A}}One said “You traitor, you {{E7}}stole her from {{A}}me
-Hence-forth a stranger to {{G7}}England I'll {{C}}be”
+Hence-forth a stranger to {{E7}}England I'll {{A}}be”
-”{{Am}}If we must {{Em}}part” said the {{F}}o{{C7}}ther with pain
+”{{Fism}}If we must {{Cism}}part” said the {{D}}o{{A}}ther with pain
-“{{Fm}}Don't part like {{C}}this, we may {{G7}}ne'er meet {{C7}}again
+“{{Dm}}Don't part like this, we may {{E7}}ne'er meet {{A7}}again
+      For {{D}}old time's sake, don't let our enmity {{A7}}live
+      For old time's sake, say you'll forget and for{{D}}give
+      {{D6}}Life's too short to quarrel, hearts too precious to {{G}}break
+      {{Em}}Shake {{Gm6}}hands and {{D}}let us be {{B7}}friends, for {{E7}}old {{A7}}times' {{D}}sake
-   For {{F}}old time's sake, don't let our enmity {{C7}}live
+{{D}}Anger prevailed, as foes they {{A7}}parted
-   For old time's sake, say you'll forget and for{{F}}give
+Parted as brothers have {{Bm}}often {{D}}done
-   {{F6}}Life's too short to quarrel, hearts too precious to {{Bb}}break
+Jack sailed away to {{D7}}drown his sor{{G}}row
-   {{Gm}}Shake {{Bbm6}}hands and {{F}}let us be {{D7}}friends, for {{G7}}old {{C7}}times' {{F}}sake
+And {{Gm}}left Tom at {{D}}home with the {{A7}}bride he'd {{D}}won
+{{A}}Twelve months after, and {{E7}}then he was {{A}}left
+Left with a babe of its {{E7}}Mother be{{A}}reft
+{{Fism}}How like she {{Cism}}grew to her, {{D}}when he re{{A}}vealed
+The {{Dm}}cause of the quarrel, and {{E7}}how he ap{{A7}}pealed
-Anger prevailed, as foes they parted
+  {{Bm}}Time rolled a{{Em}}way, then the {{Bm}}brothers one {{Em}}day
-Parted as brothers have often done
+  {{Bm}}Met face to face, and {{Fis7}}then turned a{{Bm}}way
-Jack sailed away to drown his sorrow
+  But the little peace{{Em}}maker, their {{Bm}}rough hands she {{Em}}grasped
-And left Tom at home with the bride he'd won
+  And {{Bm}}whispered so {{Em}}softly as their {{B7}}fingers she {{Em}}clasped
-Twelve months after, and then he was left
+  “In {{A7}}her sainted name, who looks {{D}}down from above
-Left with a babe of its Mother bereft
+  My {{Bm}}own angel mother you {{E7}}both used to {{A}}love {{A+}}
-How like she grew to her, when he revealed
-The cause of the quarrel, and how he appealed
-Time rolled away, then the brothers one day
-Met face to face, and then turned away
-But the little peacemaker, their rough hands she grasped
-And whispered so softly as their fingers she clasped
-“In her sainted name, who looks down from above
-My own angel mother you both used to love
 </poem>