Tramps And Hawkers Chords by Luke Kelly
Tempo:
128.6 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G] O'er Carmally tramps and the hawker lads, And gatherers of law,
tramps the country round and round, Come listening and all.
tell thee a rovin' tale, O sights that I ha' seen,
and ta'y to snowy north, And sooth by gretna green.
Oft times I've [D] laughed and [G] tamed myself, When Trojans, my toe-rags around,
My blistered feet, my face as brown as toads, We lumps of cake and tatty scones,
of Braxey ham.
No bein' [D] thought frae where [G] I've come, And lest, e'er I'm gone,
tramps the country round and round, Come listening and all.
tell thee a rovin' tale, O sights that I ha' seen,
and ta'y to snowy north, And sooth by gretna green.
Oft times I've [D] laughed and [G] tamed myself, When Trojans, my toe-rags around,
My blistered feet, my face as brown as toads, We lumps of cake and tatty scones,
of Braxey ham.
No bein' [D] thought frae where [G] I've come, And lest, e'er I'm gone,
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[G] _ _ _ _ _ O'er Carmally _ tramps and the hawker _ lads, And _ _ _ gatherers of law,
_ _ That tramps the country round and round, Come _ listening _ and all.
_ _ I'll tell thee a rovin' _ tale, O _ sights that I ha' _ seen,
_ It's far and ta'y to _ _ snowy north, And sooth by _ gretna green.
_ _ _ Oft times I've [D] laughed and [G] tamed _ myself, When _ Trojans, _ _ _ _ _ _ my toe-rags around,
My _ blistered feet, my _ face as brown as _ _ _ toads, We lumps of cake _ and tatty _ scones,
We wangs of _ Braxey ham. _ _ _
No bein' _ [D] thought frae where [G] I've come, And lest, e'er _ I'm gone, _ _ _
I've done my share a-humpin' with the _ dockers and _ _ _ Clyde.
I've helped in bucky _ -trawlers, Haul the head and the lower side.
_ _ I've _ helped to build the mighty _ _ bridge, That spans the _ busy _ fore.
And we money and angus _ famers trig, I've _ polluted the _ bonnie _ air.
_ I'm _ happy in the summer time, _ _ Beneath the bright blue _ sky.
_ No _ thinkin' in the _ mornin' where, At night, I'll hate to _ lie.
In barn or byre or _ _ anywhere, Dossin' out _ among the hay.
_ _ _ And if the weather treats me right, I'm _ happy every day. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ That tramps the country round and round, Come _ listening _ and all.
_ _ I'll tell thee a rovin' _ tale, O _ sights that I ha' _ seen,
_ It's far and ta'y to _ _ snowy north, And sooth by _ gretna green.
_ _ _ Oft times I've [D] laughed and [G] tamed _ myself, When _ Trojans, _ _ _ _ _ _ my toe-rags around,
My _ blistered feet, my _ face as brown as _ _ _ toads, We lumps of cake _ and tatty _ scones,
We wangs of _ Braxey ham. _ _ _
No bein' _ [D] thought frae where [G] I've come, And lest, e'er _ I'm gone, _ _ _
I've done my share a-humpin' with the _ dockers and _ _ _ Clyde.
I've helped in bucky _ -trawlers, Haul the head and the lower side.
_ _ I've _ helped to build the mighty _ _ bridge, That spans the _ busy _ fore.
And we money and angus _ famers trig, I've _ polluted the _ bonnie _ air.
_ I'm _ happy in the summer time, _ _ Beneath the bright blue _ sky.
_ No _ thinkin' in the _ mornin' where, At night, I'll hate to _ lie.
In barn or byre or _ _ anywhere, Dossin' out _ among the hay.
_ _ _ And if the weather treats me right, I'm _ happy every day. _ _ _ _ _ _
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