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Chord Req: Hot Stuff
| GUEST,Justin, London. | 30 Aug 13 - 06:49 AM | |
| 12-stringer | 31 Aug 13 - 12:30 AM | |
| GUEST | 03 Sep 13 - 11:36 AM | |
| GUEST | 10 Sep 13 - 06:29 AM | |
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Subject: Chord Req: Hot Stuff From: GUEST,Justin, London. Date: 30 Aug 13 - 06:49 AM Does anybody know the guitar chord arrangement to 'Hot Stuff'below? Come, each death-doing dog that dares venture his neck, Come, follow the hero that goes to Quebec; Jump aboard of the transports, and loose every sail, Pay your debts at the tavern by giving leg-bail; And ye that love fighting shall soon have enough; Wolfe commands us, my boys, we shall give them Hot Stuff. Up the River St. Lawrence our troops shall advance, To the Grenadier's March we will teach them to dance. Cape Breton we've taken and next we will try At the capital to give them another black eye. Vaudreuil, 'tis in vain you pretend to look gruff, Those are coming who know how to give you Hot Stuff. With powder in his periwig, and snuff in his nose, Monsieur will run down our descent to oppose; And the Indians will come, but the Light Infantry Will soon compel them to betake to a tree. From such rascals as these may we fear a rebuff? Advance, grenadiers, and let fly your Hot Stuff! When the Forty-seventh Regiment is dashing ashore, When bullets are whistling and cannon do roar, Says Montcalm, "Those are Shirley's, I know their lapels." "You lie," says Ned Botwood, "We are of Lascelles! Though our clothing is changed, yet we scorn a powder-puff; So at you, ye bitches, here's give you Hot Stuff." With Monkton and Townsend, those brave brigadiers, I think we shall soon have the town 'bout their ears, And when we have done with the mortars and guns, If you please, Madam Abbess, a word with your nuns. Each soldier shall enter the convent in buff And then, never fear, we will give them Hot Stuff. Apparently it is the same tune as 'Lilies of France'? but I cannot seem to find that either. Many Thanks. |
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Subject: RE: Chord Req: Hot Stuff From: 12-stringer Date: 31 Aug 13 - 12:30 AM Did you try Roy Palmer's collection, "The Rambling Soldier"? My copy is temporarily out of reach but I'm fairly sure the lyrics and music are in that. This is a collection of songs and extracts from various military memoirs of the 18th/19thC. |
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Subject: RE: Chord Req: Hot Stuff From: GUEST Date: 03 Sep 13 - 11:36 AM Interesting. I have just sent off for a copy of this book from that famous online emporium of books and other things. I hope that it's not printed in notation as sadly I only can read chord letters! :( - thank you none the less 12-stringer! |
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Subject: RE: Chord Req: Hot Stuff From: GUEST Date: 10 Sep 13 - 06:29 AM I have found the chords! I have listed them below for others. Hot Stuff A D E7 A Come each death – doing dog who dares venture his neck E B7 E B7 E Come follow the hero that goes to Quebec A7 D E7 A D E7 Jump aboard of the transports and loose every sail A D E7 Pay your debts at the tavern by giving leg-bail; A A7 D B7 E7 And ye that love fighting shall soon have enough: A D E7 A Wolfe commands us, my boys, we shall give them hot stuff Up the River St Lawrence our troops shall advance To The Grenadiers' March we will teach them to dance Cape Breton we've taken and next we will try At their capital to give them another black eye Vaudreuil, 'tis in vain you pretend to look gruff: Those are coming who know how to give you hot stuff With powder in his periwig and snuff in his nose Monsieur will run down our descent to oppose And the Indians will come but the Light Infantry Will soon oblige them to betake to a tree From such rascals as these may we fear a rebuff? Advance, grenadiers, and let fly your hot stuff When the forty-seventh regiment is dashing ashore While bullets are whistling and cannon do roar Says Montcalm, 'Those are Shirley's, I know the lapels' 'You lie,' says Ned Botwood, 'we belong to Lascelles. Though our clothing is changed, yet we scorn a powder-puff So at you, ye bastards, here's give you hot stuff' With Monckton and Townshend, those brave brigadiers I think we shall soon have the town 'bout their ears; And when we have done with the mortars and guns: 'If you please, Madam Abbess, a word with your nuns' Each soldier shall enter the convent in buff And then, never fear, we will give them hot stuff. |
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