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Bm x24432
Bb x13331
Eb x68886
Gm 355333
F# 244322

    Mayhem Maybe

    by Jethro Tull
    Intro I
    [Em] [G] [Em] [G] [D] x3 [C]
    Intro II
    [Bm] [A] [Bm] [A] [G] x2

    When we’re [Bm] working nights, the [A] village round
    the [D] old church becomes [C] scary town.
    All [Bm] curtained windows and [A] bolted doors
    but [D] never a eye to [F] see
    as us [Bb] fairy [F] folk sweep [Bb] from the [F] hill
    Never [Bb] caught us and never will.
    Pulling [Eb] roses and [Gm] daffodils ---
    may- [D] hem in the high [F#] degree.

    Intro II

    The blacksmith chased us all to ground.
    They searched all night --- we were never found.
    The tinker boys and the sheriff’s men
    shaking the tallest tree.
    And we sat and watched the women hide.
    Laughed so much we split our sides.
    Scattered horses that they would ride ---
    mayhem in the high degree.

    We crossed through fields of midnight green
    often heard but seldom seen.
    Tore along hedges,stripping leaves ---
    no-one could quite agree
    whether we came from north or south.
    We stole the screams from out their mouths
    and go where no man would allow
    mayhem in the high degree.

    Like scaly carp and feathered swan
    to nature’s world we do belong.
    We ride the thin winds of the night
    and set dark spirits free.
    We terrify the mare and foal.
    The fox stood still and far too bold.
    So we strung him up, brush neatly folded ---
    [ALT: ...and Greycloak caught him so we're told]

    mayhem, maybe.