His Grinning Skull

	  		Playing this on ukulele w/capo so sorry if it's a bit off on guitar. 



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