Horrible Histories - Boudicca Chords

[Intro]
E
   Gonna cause a stink
E
Won't be the first to blink
E
I'm not who you think
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Don't mess with me, I'm Boudicca
 
[Verse 1]
    E                          G        A
My husband Prasutagus died, he was a Celtic king
  E                                C         B
I was his queen, so due to me was half of everything
 E                             G             A
Roman law gave half to me, so half was what they got
 E                                  C            B
'Til their nasty soldiers came and took the blessed lot
     A
Hey mister, I say you got the wrong end of the stick
     E                                 N.C.
His answer turned this sister into one angry chick
 
[Chorus]
D                 A
No man, Roman'll push around this woman
     E
You won't get far with Boudicca
 D                A
Bowmen, yeomen, smash the Roman foemen
 E
All say yah (yah!) Boudicca!
 
[Verse 2]
    E                             G              A
I built a massive army, headed straight for the city
  E                                C          B
Beat 'em all with ease, unlike me, it wasn't pretty
  E                               G               A
Chopped 'em and hacked, but what made their red blood curl
  E                            N.C.
(Bad enough being beaten, but beaten by a girl?)
 
[Chorus]
  D                        A
Whacked 'em, smacked 'em, boy, how we attacked 'em
 E
Near and far, ha ha ha!
  D                     A
Flayed 'em, slayed 'em, up and down parade 'em
 E
Boudicca! Toughest by far
 
[Bridge]
N.C.
Colchester, London, St. Albans
N.C.                                E
Everybody talk about dead Romans!
 
[Verse 3]
    E                                   G           A
We marched on up the Roman road that's known as Watling Street
       E                                     C          B
They trapped us in the forest, then thrashed us to our defeat
    E                                      G           A
By now, you'd guessed I'm not the kind of girl to sit and cry
          E                     C               B
Be sold a slave to Romans? You know I'd rather die!
      A
They tried to take me prisoner, so I led the Roman boys on
    E                             N.C.
Instead of giving in to them, I swallowed special poison
 
[Chorus]
  D               A
Martyr, smarter, capturer, non-starter
  E
This was our last hurrah
     D                          A
Slaughtered, dismembered, our tribe always remembered
  E
Boudicca! Superstar!
  E
Boudicca! Superstar!
 
[Outro]
N.C.
Don't diss this miss