Pass Me the Bowl Chords by The Poxy Boggards

[Bb] I wake up each morning [Eb] to a good [Bb] cup of ale,
and then without warning [Eb] I'm drunk [F] without bail.
[Bb] So pass [F] him the bowl, [Bb] he'll pass it [Eb] back dry.
_ _ _ _ [Bb] I'll drink [F] from this bugger from morning [Bb] to night.
[Eb] So pick up [Bb] your ten [F]-qurt and give [Bb] him a lift,
[Eb] the juice [Bb] of the barley [F] is God's greatest gift.
[Bb] So drink [F] it all down [Bb] with [Eb] bottoms up _ _ _ _ _ high.
[Bb] Pass [F] me the bowl and I'll pass it [Bb] back dry.
As a man of great piety [Eb] I drink [Bb] none till noon,
in session sobriety [Eb] and drink till [F] I schmooze.
[Bb] So pass [F] him the bowl, [Bb] he'll pass it [Eb] back dry. _
_ _ _ [Bb] I'll bathe at [F] fine ale rains down from [Bb] the sky.
[Eb] So pick up [Bb] your ten-qurt and give him a lift,
[Eb] the juice [Bb] of the barley [F] is God's greatest gift.
[Bb] So drink [F] it all down [Bb] with bottoms [Eb] up _ _ high. _
_ _ [Bb] Pass [F] me the bowl and I'll pass it [Bb] back dry.
_ My remarkable _ [Eb] girth requires [Bb] much ale,
about a keg's worth [Eb] puts me [F] on retail.
[Bb] So pass [F] him the bowl [Bb] and he'll pass it [Eb] back dry. _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] I'll fill [F] up me belly in the blink [Bb] of an eye.
[Eb] So pick up [Bb] your ten-qurt [F] and give [Bb] him a lift,
[Eb] the juice [Bb] of the barley [F] is God's greatest gift.
[Bb] So drink [F] it all down [Bb] with bottoms [Eb] up _ _ _ _ high. _
[Bb] Pass [F] me the bowl and I'll pass it [Bb] back dry.
_ _ _ Micolosus Proboscis [Eb] loves ale fine [Bb] and rude,
I'll sump-sist on barley [Eb] without [F] wantful food.
[Bb] So pass [F] him the bowl [Bb] and he'll pass it [Eb] back dry. _ _ _ _
[Bb] For me nose knows [F] no repose when good ale [Bb] passes by.
[Eb] So pick up [Bb] your ten-qurt [F] and give [Bb] him a lift,
[Eb] the juice [Bb] of the barley [F] is God's greatest gift.
[Bb] So drink [F] it all down [Bb] with bottoms [Eb] up _ _ _ _ high.
_ [Bb] Pass me [F] the bowl and I'll pass it [Bb] back dry. _
My days in the field [Eb] are filled with [Bb] great toil,
I'll celebrate _ [Eb] harvesting right from [F] the soil.
[Bb] So pass [F] him the bowl [Bb] and he'll pass it [Eb] back dry.
_ _ _ From [Bb] the first [F] day of May till the end of [Bb] July.
[Eb] So pick up [Bb] your ten-qurt and give him a lift,
[Eb] the juice [Bb] of the barley [F] is God's greatest gift.
[Bb] So drink [F] it all down [Bb] with bottoms [Eb] up high. _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] Pass me [F] the bowl and I'll pass it [Bb] back dry.
_ _ Pass me the bowl and I'll pass [Dm] it _ _ back _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ dry. _ _ _ _
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