Rigs of the Time Chords by The Dreadnoughts

_ _ No wonder that butter's a shill in a pound
See them rich farmers' daughters, how they ride up and down
If you ask them the reason, they'll say, borne alas
There's been a French war, so the cows have no grass
Singing honesty's all out of fashion
These are the rigs of the time, time, my boys
Ah, these are the rigs of the time
And it's here's to our landlord, I must bring him in
He charges chuppence a pint, yet he thinketh [D] no sin
When he [A] do bring it in, all the measure is [D] short
And that tuppah your [Cm] pint is all [G] covered in froth
[Dm] Singing honesty's all [Gm] out of fashion
[D] These are the rigs of the time, [F] time, my boys
Ah, these are [D] the rigs of the time
And it's here's to our butcher, I must bring him in
He charges four pence a pound, yet he thinketh no sin
Slaps [Am] his thumb on the scales and he makes it go down
He declares it's a [D] full weight, but it [G] lacks half a pound
[Dm] Singing honesty's all [D] out of fashion
These are the rigs of [Bb] the time, time, my boys
Ah, [F] these are the rigs of the [A] time
And it's [D] here's to our baker, I must bring him in
He [Dm] charges ha'penny a loaf, yet he thinketh no sin
When [A] he do bring it in, it's no bigger than [D] your fist
And the tuppah [C] the loaf is all [G] covered in crisp
[D] Singing honesty's all out of fashion
These are the rigs [Bb] of the time, time, [F] my boys
Ah, these are the rigs of [D] the time
So it's here's to our tailor, who skimps on our clothes
And here's to the cobbler, who pinches our toes
[Am] For our bellies are empty, our backsides are bare
No wonder [C] we've reason to [G] curse and to swear
[D] Singing honesty's all out of fashion
These are the rigs of the [F] time, time, my boys
Ah, these are the rigs of [Bb] the time, [F] time, my boys
Ah, these are the rigs