Chords for Ewan McLennan - Tramps and Hawkers (live at Cambridge Folk Festival 2011)
Tempo:
107.65 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
B
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E]
[A] [E]
[A] [E]
Aye, tramps and hawker lads and gavelers, etc.
That tramp the country rooms and rooms, come listen [A] here now.
[E] I'll tell to [A] you a [E] roving tale of places I [A] have [E] been,
Far up [B] into the [E] snowy north and south by Gretna Green.
Of times I've laughed unto [A] [E] myself and trodden on the road,
Where Tora's round my blistered feet, my face as [A] brown as a [E] toad.
With lumps of [A] cake and [E] tatty scones, with wines of [A] praxy [E] ham,
[B] No gain of thought, e'er [E] where I've been, the less, e'er where I'm gone.
I've done my share of humping with the dockers on the Clyde,
I've helped the docky trollers haul their herons [A] o'er the [E] side.
I've helped to build [A] your mighty [E] bridge that spans the busy [A] Forth.
[E] My [Bm] money's an Angus farmer, [A] I [E] hope, through the earth,
And I'm happy in the summer time beneath a bright blue sky,
No thinking in the morning at night where I'm [A] going to [E] lie.
Off these [A] barns or [E] anywhere, or out [A] amongst the hay,
[E] [B] And if the weather does [E] permit, I'm happy all the day.
[A] [E]
I've been by Barney, Gallowa, and often Rooster and Rye,
My business takes me anywhere, I've travelled [A] near and [E] far.
I've got that roving ocean, I wouldn't like to lost,
For [B]
it's my [E] daily fare, and as much I'll pay me dost.
And I think I'll gang to Paddy's land, I'm macking up my mind,
For Scotland's greatly altered, now you can erase [A] the [E] wind.
I'll put my trust in Providence, aye, Providence proves true,
I'll [B] sing his off [E]'rings, aye, when I come back to you.
I'll buy you champs and hawker lads, and gather a hersey blaw,
I'll stand you's off'ring a whole round before I [A] gang a [E] whaw,
For it's oh when I think of those roving days and the places I have been,
[B] Far up into the [E] snowy north and south they cut my green.
[A] [E]
[B] [E]
[A] [E]
[A] [E]
Aye, tramps and hawker lads and gavelers, etc.
That tramp the country rooms and rooms, come listen [A] here now.
[E] I'll tell to [A] you a [E] roving tale of places I [A] have [E] been,
Far up [B] into the [E] snowy north and south by Gretna Green.
Of times I've laughed unto [A] [E] myself and trodden on the road,
Where Tora's round my blistered feet, my face as [A] brown as a [E] toad.
With lumps of [A] cake and [E] tatty scones, with wines of [A] praxy [E] ham,
[B] No gain of thought, e'er [E] where I've been, the less, e'er where I'm gone.
I've done my share of humping with the dockers on the Clyde,
I've helped the docky trollers haul their herons [A] o'er the [E] side.
I've helped to build [A] your mighty [E] bridge that spans the busy [A] Forth.
[E] My [Bm] money's an Angus farmer, [A] I [E] hope, through the earth,
And I'm happy in the summer time beneath a bright blue sky,
No thinking in the morning at night where I'm [A] going to [E] lie.
Off these [A] barns or [E] anywhere, or out [A] amongst the hay,
[E] [B] And if the weather does [E] permit, I'm happy all the day.
[A] [E]
I've been by Barney, Gallowa, and often Rooster and Rye,
My business takes me anywhere, I've travelled [A] near and [E] far.
I've got that roving ocean, I wouldn't like to lost,
For [B]
it's my [E] daily fare, and as much I'll pay me dost.
And I think I'll gang to Paddy's land, I'm macking up my mind,
For Scotland's greatly altered, now you can erase [A] the [E] wind.
I'll put my trust in Providence, aye, Providence proves true,
I'll [B] sing his off [E]'rings, aye, when I come back to you.
I'll buy you champs and hawker lads, and gather a hersey blaw,
I'll stand you's off'ring a whole round before I [A] gang a [E] whaw,
For it's oh when I think of those roving days and the places I have been,
[B] Far up into the [E] snowy north and south they cut my green.
[A] [E]
[B] [E]
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Aye, tramps and hawker lads and gavelers, etc.
That tramp the country rooms and rooms, come listen [A] here now.
[E] I'll tell to [A] you a [E] roving tale of places I [A] have [E] been,
Far up [B] into the [E] snowy north and south by Gretna Green. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Of times I've laughed unto [A] [E] myself and trodden on the road,
Where Tora's round my blistered feet, my face as [A] brown as a [E] toad.
With lumps of [A] cake and [E] tatty scones, with wines of [A] praxy [E] ham,
[B] No gain of thought, e'er [E] where I've been, the less, e'er where I'm gone.
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_ I've done my share of humping with the dockers on the Clyde,
I've helped the docky trollers haul their herons [A] o'er the [E] side.
I've helped to build [A] your mighty [E] bridge that spans the busy [A] Forth.
[E] My [Bm] money's an Angus farmer, [A] I [E] hope, through the earth,
And I'm happy in the summer time beneath a bright blue sky,
No thinking in the morning at night where I'm [A] going to [E] lie.
Off these [A] barns or [E] anywhere, or out [A] amongst the hay,
[E] [B] And if the weather does [E] permit, I'm happy all the day.
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_ _ _ I've been by Barney, Gallowa, and often Rooster and Rye,
My business takes me anywhere, I've travelled [A] near and [E] far.
I've got that roving ocean, I wouldn't like to lost,
For [B]
it's my [E] daily fare, and as much I'll pay me dost.
And I think I'll gang to Paddy's land, I'm macking up my mind,
For Scotland's greatly altered, now you can erase [A] the [E] wind.
I'll put my trust in Providence, aye, Providence proves true,
I'll [B] sing his off [E]'rings, aye, when I come back to you. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I'll buy you champs and hawker lads, and gather a hersey blaw,
I'll stand you's off'ring a whole round before I [A] gang a [E] whaw,
For it's oh when I think of those roving days and the places I have been,
[B] Far up into the [E] snowy north and south they cut my green. _
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Aye, tramps and hawker lads and gavelers, etc.
That tramp the country rooms and rooms, come listen [A] here now.
[E] I'll tell to [A] you a [E] roving tale of places I [A] have [E] been,
Far up [B] into the [E] snowy north and south by Gretna Green. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Of times I've laughed unto [A] [E] myself and trodden on the road,
Where Tora's round my blistered feet, my face as [A] brown as a [E] toad.
With lumps of [A] cake and [E] tatty scones, with wines of [A] praxy [E] ham,
[B] No gain of thought, e'er [E] where I've been, the less, e'er where I'm gone.
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ I've done my share of humping with the dockers on the Clyde,
I've helped the docky trollers haul their herons [A] o'er the [E] side.
I've helped to build [A] your mighty [E] bridge that spans the busy [A] Forth.
[E] My [Bm] money's an Angus farmer, [A] I [E] hope, through the earth,
And I'm happy in the summer time beneath a bright blue sky,
No thinking in the morning at night where I'm [A] going to [E] lie.
Off these [A] barns or [E] anywhere, or out [A] amongst the hay,
[E] [B] And if the weather does [E] permit, I'm happy all the day.
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_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I've been by Barney, Gallowa, and often Rooster and Rye,
My business takes me anywhere, I've travelled [A] near and [E] far.
I've got that roving ocean, I wouldn't like to lost,
For [B]
it's my [E] daily fare, and as much I'll pay me dost.
And I think I'll gang to Paddy's land, I'm macking up my mind,
For Scotland's greatly altered, now you can erase [A] the [E] wind.
I'll put my trust in Providence, aye, Providence proves true,
I'll [B] sing his off [E]'rings, aye, when I come back to you. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I'll buy you champs and hawker lads, and gather a hersey blaw,
I'll stand you's off'ring a whole round before I [A] gang a [E] whaw,
For it's oh when I think of those roving days and the places I have been,
[B] Far up into the [E] snowy north and south they cut my green. _
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