Tramps And Hawkers Chords by Old Blind Dogs

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[D] _ _ Come on you tramps and hawk-eyed lads and give us a blah
The tramps is [G] country [D] roaming and roaming less than any dog
I'll tell thee a roving tale and six that I have seen
Far up in Death's snowy north and south by Gretna Green
I've seen a hive of [G] nevers that's out into [D] the moon
I've been by [G] grief and [D] cal and darn and ruin by Bonnie Green
And by the net they sell me tithing places if they can
Far up in Death's stormy north lies a curse for a glen
So come on you tramps and hawk-eyed lads and give us a blah
The tramps is country roaming and roaming less than any dog
I'll tell thee a roving tale and six that I have seen
Far up in Death's snowy north and south [Bm] by Gretna Green
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_ _ [D] _ _ hear a lochton to myself and trudging on the road
With a bag of [G] blop on my [D] back, my face is brown as toast
With lumps of cake and tatty scones and cheese and drags they have
They're thinking where I'm coming from or where I'm going to go
I'm happy in the summer time beneath the prickly sky
They're thinking in the morning of next where I'll be lying
Bands of buyers are on me where I'm out among the hay
And if the weather does permit I'm happy every day
So come on you tramps and hawk-eyed lads and give us a blah
The tramps is country roaming and roaming less than any dog
I'll tell thee a roving tale and six that I have seen
Far up in Death's snowy north and south [Bm] by Gretna Green
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_ _ _ [D] done my share of hunting with a doctor's hand to play
I've helped a bucky troll and sprayed the hair in old Lysay
I've helped [G] to build the [D] mighty bridge that spans a third or fourth
And with money and angus fair my sugar ploughed a bonnie earth
Like Catherine and like Lomond have all been kent by me
To thee the tonne of taver and the drushes day to see
The robin castle by the way I nearly had forgot
And I did a colloquium march at the house of John O'Groat
So come on you tramps and hawk-eyed lads and give us a blah
The tramps is country roaming and roaming less than any dog
I'll tell thee a roving tale and six that I have seen
Far up in Death's snowy north and south by [Bm] Gretna Green
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[G] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] off and run by Galloway off in the Boots to Nye
My business leads me anywhere I travel near and far
I've got a [D] roving notion there's nothing that I lost
And I'm to taste my daily fare and what will be my loss
I think I'll go to Paddy's land I'm making up my mind
For Scotland's [G] greatly [D] altered now I canna raise the wind
But I won't trust in Providence if Providence proves true
And I will sing the words out loud I give back to you
So come on you tramps and hawk-eyed lads and give us a blah
The tramps is [G] country [D] roaming and roaming less [Bm] than any dog
I'll tell thee [G] a [D] roving tale and six that I have seen
Far up in Death's snowy [Bm] north and south by Gretna Green
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