Chords for Ewan McLennan Tramps and Hawkers
Tempo:
123.4 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Ab
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Eb] [Bb] [Eb]
[Ab]
[Eb]
[Ab] [Eb]
Come, [Bb] aye, tramps [Eb] and huckalads and githerers, etc.
That [Ab] tramp the country roon, [Eb] down roon, come listen [Ab] in and [Eb] all.
I'll tell to [Ab] ye a [Eb] golden tale of places I [Ab] have been.
[Eb] Far up into the snowy north and soothed by glitter green.
Of [Bb] times I've laughed [Eb] and tamed myself when trudging on the road.
With [Ab] torags round my [Eb] blistered feet, my face as [Ab] broons are [Eb] told.
With lumps of [Ab] cake and [Eb] tarty scones, with wangs of braxy ham.
Nor geener thought to where I've been, and less to where I'm gone.
I've done my share of humping with the toggers on the Clyde.
I've helped the barquey trawlers haul their herons [Ab] o'er the side.
[Eb] I've helped to [Ab] build your [Eb] mighty bridge that spans the busy port.
With monies and angers firm I'll ride up to the bonnie harp.
And I'm happy in the summer time beneath the bright blue sky.
Nor thinking in the morning at night where I'm going [Ab] to [Eb] lie.
In barns or [Ab] boffies or [Eb] anywhere I'll root [Ab] amongst the hay.
[Eb] And if the weather does permit I'm happy all the day.
[Ab]
[Eb]
I've been by Barney, Galloway and Alvern, Winston, Rye.
My business takes me anywhere I've travelled [Ab] near and far.
[Eb] I've got that [Ab] roving [Eb] ocean I wouldn't like to lose.
For [Bb] it's my daily [Eb] fare and as much will pay me thus.
And I think I'll go into Paddy's land and muckin' up me mind.
For Scotland's greatly haught and mooy, and [Ab] cannibis the wine.
[Eb] I'll put me [Ab] trust in [Eb] Providence if Providence [Ab] proves [Eb] true.
I'll sing ye's o'er Farran's Isle when I come back to you.
So come away [Bb] tramps and [Eb] hawker lads and gatherers of all.
I'll stand ye's o'er a final drum before I [Ab] gang a [Eb] ball.
For it's when I think of [Ab] those [Eb] roving days and the places [Ab] I have [Eb] been.
Far up into the snowy north and soothed by glen and green.
[Ab] [Eb]
[Ab] [Eb]
[N]
[Ab]
[Eb]
[Ab] [Eb]
Come, [Bb] aye, tramps [Eb] and huckalads and githerers, etc.
That [Ab] tramp the country roon, [Eb] down roon, come listen [Ab] in and [Eb] all.
I'll tell to [Ab] ye a [Eb] golden tale of places I [Ab] have been.
[Eb] Far up into the snowy north and soothed by glitter green.
Of [Bb] times I've laughed [Eb] and tamed myself when trudging on the road.
With [Ab] torags round my [Eb] blistered feet, my face as [Ab] broons are [Eb] told.
With lumps of [Ab] cake and [Eb] tarty scones, with wangs of braxy ham.
Nor geener thought to where I've been, and less to where I'm gone.
I've done my share of humping with the toggers on the Clyde.
I've helped the barquey trawlers haul their herons [Ab] o'er the side.
[Eb] I've helped to [Ab] build your [Eb] mighty bridge that spans the busy port.
With monies and angers firm I'll ride up to the bonnie harp.
And I'm happy in the summer time beneath the bright blue sky.
Nor thinking in the morning at night where I'm going [Ab] to [Eb] lie.
In barns or [Ab] boffies or [Eb] anywhere I'll root [Ab] amongst the hay.
[Eb] And if the weather does permit I'm happy all the day.
[Ab]
[Eb]
I've been by Barney, Galloway and Alvern, Winston, Rye.
My business takes me anywhere I've travelled [Ab] near and far.
[Eb] I've got that [Ab] roving [Eb] ocean I wouldn't like to lose.
For [Bb] it's my daily [Eb] fare and as much will pay me thus.
And I think I'll go into Paddy's land and muckin' up me mind.
For Scotland's greatly haught and mooy, and [Ab] cannibis the wine.
[Eb] I'll put me [Ab] trust in [Eb] Providence if Providence [Ab] proves [Eb] true.
I'll sing ye's o'er Farran's Isle when I come back to you.
So come away [Bb] tramps and [Eb] hawker lads and gatherers of all.
I'll stand ye's o'er a final drum before I [Ab] gang a [Eb] ball.
For it's when I think of [Ab] those [Eb] roving days and the places [Ab] I have [Eb] been.
Far up into the snowy north and soothed by glen and green.
[Ab] [Eb]
[Ab] [Eb]
[N]
Key:
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Bb
Eb
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Bb
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_ _ _ Come, [Bb] aye, tramps [Eb] and huckalads and _ githerers, etc.
That [Ab] tramp the country roon, [Eb] down roon, come listen [Ab] in and [Eb] all.
I'll tell to [Ab] ye a [Eb] golden tale of places I [Ab] have been.
[Eb] Far up into the snowy north and soothed by glitter green.
Of [Bb] times I've laughed [Eb] and tamed myself when trudging on the road.
With [Ab] torags round my [Eb] blistered feet, my face as [Ab] broons are [Eb] told.
With lumps of [Ab] cake and [Eb] tarty scones, with wangs of braxy ham.
Nor geener thought to where I've been, and less to where I'm gone. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I've done my share of humping with the toggers on the Clyde.
I've helped the barquey trawlers haul their herons [Ab] o'er the side.
[Eb] I've helped to [Ab] build your [Eb] mighty bridge that spans the busy _ port.
With monies and angers firm I'll ride up to the bonnie harp.
And I'm happy in the summer time beneath the bright blue sky.
Nor thinking in the morning at night where I'm going [Ab] to [Eb] lie.
In barns or [Ab] boffies or [Eb] anywhere I'll root [Ab] amongst the hay.
[Eb] And if the weather does permit I'm happy all the day. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I've been by Barney, _ Galloway and Alvern, Winston, Rye.
My business takes me anywhere I've travelled [Ab] near and far.
[Eb] I've got that [Ab] roving [Eb] ocean I wouldn't like to lose.
For [Bb] it's my daily [Eb] fare and as much will pay me thus.
And I think I'll go into Paddy's land and muckin' up me mind.
For Scotland's greatly haught and mooy, and [Ab] cannibis the wine.
[Eb] I'll put me [Ab] trust in [Eb] Providence if Providence [Ab] proves [Eb] true.
I'll sing ye's o'er Farran's Isle when I come back to you.
So come away [Bb] tramps and [Eb] hawker lads and gatherers of all.
I'll stand ye's o'er a final drum before I [Ab] gang a [Eb] ball.
For it's when I think of [Ab] those [Eb] roving days and the places [Ab] I have [Eb] been.
Far up into the snowy north and soothed by glen and green. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ Come, [Bb] aye, tramps [Eb] and huckalads and _ githerers, etc.
That [Ab] tramp the country roon, [Eb] down roon, come listen [Ab] in and [Eb] all.
I'll tell to [Ab] ye a [Eb] golden tale of places I [Ab] have been.
[Eb] Far up into the snowy north and soothed by glitter green.
Of [Bb] times I've laughed [Eb] and tamed myself when trudging on the road.
With [Ab] torags round my [Eb] blistered feet, my face as [Ab] broons are [Eb] told.
With lumps of [Ab] cake and [Eb] tarty scones, with wangs of braxy ham.
Nor geener thought to where I've been, and less to where I'm gone. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I've done my share of humping with the toggers on the Clyde.
I've helped the barquey trawlers haul their herons [Ab] o'er the side.
[Eb] I've helped to [Ab] build your [Eb] mighty bridge that spans the busy _ port.
With monies and angers firm I'll ride up to the bonnie harp.
And I'm happy in the summer time beneath the bright blue sky.
Nor thinking in the morning at night where I'm going [Ab] to [Eb] lie.
In barns or [Ab] boffies or [Eb] anywhere I'll root [Ab] amongst the hay.
[Eb] And if the weather does permit I'm happy all the day. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I've been by Barney, _ Galloway and Alvern, Winston, Rye.
My business takes me anywhere I've travelled [Ab] near and far.
[Eb] I've got that [Ab] roving [Eb] ocean I wouldn't like to lose.
For [Bb] it's my daily [Eb] fare and as much will pay me thus.
And I think I'll go into Paddy's land and muckin' up me mind.
For Scotland's greatly haught and mooy, and [Ab] cannibis the wine.
[Eb] I'll put me [Ab] trust in [Eb] Providence if Providence [Ab] proves [Eb] true.
I'll sing ye's o'er Farran's Isle when I come back to you.
So come away [Bb] tramps and [Eb] hawker lads and gatherers of all.
I'll stand ye's o'er a final drum before I [Ab] gang a [Eb] ball.
For it's when I think of [Ab] those [Eb] roving days and the places [Ab] I have [Eb] been.
Far up into the snowy north and soothed by glen and green. _ _ _ _
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