Chords for Luke Kelly-Tramps And Hawkers-Lyrics
Tempo:
101.85 bpm
Chords used:
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Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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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 to ye a rovin' tale, O sights that I ha' seen,
It's far and ta' the snowy north, And sooth by Gretna green.
Oft times [D] I've laughed and [G] tamed myself, When trudging on the road,
My toe-rags around my blistered feet, My face as brown as toad.
We lumps a cake and tatty scones, We wangs a braxy [Em] ham,
[G] No bein' a [D] thought for a' where [G] I've come, And lest a' where I'm gone,
I've done my [G] share a-humpin' We the dockers and Clyde.
I've helped in bucky -trawlers, All the head and hour side.
I've helped to build the mighty bridge, That spans the busy forth,
And we money and angus famers trig, I've ploughed the bonny earth.
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 [D] weather treats me right, I'm happy every day.
That tramps the country round and round, Come listening and all.
I'll tell to ye a rovin' tale, O sights that I ha' seen,
It's far and ta' the snowy north, And sooth by Gretna green.
Oft times [D] I've laughed and [G] tamed myself, When trudging on the road,
My toe-rags around my blistered feet, My face as brown as toad.
We lumps a cake and tatty scones, We wangs a braxy [Em] ham,
[G] No bein' a [D] thought for a' where [G] I've come, And lest a' where I'm gone,
I've done my [G] share a-humpin' We the dockers and Clyde.
I've helped in bucky -trawlers, All the head and hour side.
I've helped to build the mighty bridge, That spans the busy forth,
And we money and angus famers trig, I've ploughed the bonny earth.
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 [D] weather treats me right, I'm happy every day.
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_ _ _ 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 to ye a rovin' tale, O sights that I ha' _ seen,
It's far and ta' the _ snowy north, And sooth by Gretna green.
_ _ Oft times [D] I've laughed and [G] tamed myself, When _ trudging on the road, _
My toe-rags around my blistered feet, My face as brown as toad. _
We lumps a cake and tatty scones, We wangs a braxy [Em] ham,
_ [G] No bein' a [D] thought for a' where [G] I've come, And lest a' where I'm gone,
I've done my [G] share a-humpin' We the _ dockers and _ _ _ Clyde.
I've helped in bucky _ -trawlers, All the head and hour side. _ _
_ _ I've helped to build the mighty _ bridge, That spans the busy forth,
And we money and angus famers trig, I've ploughed the _ bonny earth.
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 [D] weather treats me right, I'm happy every day. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ That tramps the country round and round, Come listening _ and all.
I'll tell to ye a rovin' tale, O sights that I ha' _ seen,
It's far and ta' the _ snowy north, And sooth by Gretna green.
_ _ Oft times [D] I've laughed and [G] tamed myself, When _ trudging on the road, _
My toe-rags around my blistered feet, My face as brown as toad. _
We lumps a cake and tatty scones, We wangs a braxy [Em] ham,
_ [G] No bein' a [D] thought for a' where [G] I've come, And lest a' where I'm gone,
I've done my [G] share a-humpin' We the _ dockers and _ _ _ Clyde.
I've helped in bucky _ -trawlers, All the head and hour side. _ _
_ _ I've helped to build the mighty _ bridge, That spans the busy forth,
And we money and angus famers trig, I've ploughed the _ bonny earth.
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 [D] weather treats me right, I'm happy every day. _ _ _ _ _ _
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