Song of the Bogle Clencher Chords by Kenneth Williams
Tempo:
117.95 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
Bm
G
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Now I should like to burst forth, thank you very much.
That's one friend there, isn't he?
LAUGHTER
Now I should like to burst forth with a traditional Lincolnshire air.
[F] Tis the song of the bogle-clencher, and goes after this fashion.
[Bm]
[A] [D]
When [G] I was a [D] clencher's bogle-man in [A] famous Lincoln [D] Town,
I often clenched my bogling fork for [A] less than [D] half a crown.
[F] [E]
[F#] [D] And I would juggle and nerk my boys, if I shall [A] quickly tell.
[F#] Oh, [Bm] tis mighty [D] light on a shiny night, and a foggy night as well.
[E] [D]
[A] [D] [A]
[D] Oh, [G] once I [D] took my moulies [A] and set them in [D] a snare,
Was [G] then I [D] spied a Scrooge's man a [A]-whirdling [D] a-hair.
But I was not afeard, my boys, of [Bm] that there [F#m] is no doubt.
[F#] Oh, [Bm] tis mighty light [D] on a shiny night, when the [A] copper's [D] on about.
[A] [D] [A]
[D] Although [G] [D] I'm over eighty now, my [A] bogles [F#] still I [D] clench.
And I [G] will [D] flutter my artefact at any [A] [D] passing wench.
I've tickled many a screebling nut, as [E] on my way [A] I [F#] go.
Oh, [Bm] tis mighty light [D] on a shiny night, at [A] one-and-nine [D] a-throw.
[A] [D] [N]
That's one friend there, isn't he?
LAUGHTER
Now I should like to burst forth with a traditional Lincolnshire air.
[F] Tis the song of the bogle-clencher, and goes after this fashion.
[Bm]
[A] [D]
When [G] I was a [D] clencher's bogle-man in [A] famous Lincoln [D] Town,
I often clenched my bogling fork for [A] less than [D] half a crown.
[F] [E]
[F#] [D] And I would juggle and nerk my boys, if I shall [A] quickly tell.
[F#] Oh, [Bm] tis mighty [D] light on a shiny night, and a foggy night as well.
[E] [D]
[A] [D] [A]
[D] Oh, [G] once I [D] took my moulies [A] and set them in [D] a snare,
Was [G] then I [D] spied a Scrooge's man a [A]-whirdling [D] a-hair.
But I was not afeard, my boys, of [Bm] that there [F#m] is no doubt.
[F#] Oh, [Bm] tis mighty light [D] on a shiny night, when the [A] copper's [D] on about.
[A] [D] [A]
[D] Although [G] [D] I'm over eighty now, my [A] bogles [F#] still I [D] clench.
And I [G] will [D] flutter my artefact at any [A] [D] passing wench.
I've tickled many a screebling nut, as [E] on my way [A] I [F#] go.
Oh, [Bm] tis mighty light [D] on a shiny night, at [A] one-and-nine [D] a-throw.
[A] [D] [N]
Key:
D
A
Bm
G
F#
D
A
Bm
Now I should like to burst forth, thank you very much. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _
That's one friend there, isn't he?
LAUGHTER
Now I should like to burst forth with a traditional Lincolnshire air.
[F] Tis the song of the bogle-clencher, and goes after this fashion.
[Bm] _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ [D] _ _
When [G] I was a [D] clencher's bogle-man in [A] famous Lincoln [D] Town,
I often clenched my bogling fork for [A] less than [D] half a crown. _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ [E] _
[F#] _ _ [D] _ And I would juggle and nerk my boys, if I shall [A] quickly tell.
[F#] Oh, [Bm] _ tis mighty [D] light on a shiny night, and a foggy night as well.
[E] _ _ _ [D] _ _
[A] _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ [D] Oh, [G] once I [D] took my moulies [A] and set them in [D] a snare,
Was [G] then I [D] spied a Scrooge's man a [A]-whirdling [D] a-hair.
_ But I was not afeard, my boys, of [Bm] that there [F#m] is no doubt.
[F#] _ _ Oh, [Bm] tis mighty light [D] on a shiny night, when the [A] copper's [D] on about. _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ [D] _ [A] _ _
[D] Although [G] [D] I'm over eighty now, my [A] bogles [F#] still I [D] clench.
_ And I [G] will [D] flutter my _ artefact at any [A] [D] passing wench.
_ I've tickled many a screebling nut, as [E] on my way [A] I [F#] go.
_ _ Oh, [Bm] tis mighty light [D] on a shiny night, at [A] one-and-nine [D] a-throw.
_ _ _ [A] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _
That's one friend there, isn't he?
LAUGHTER
Now I should like to burst forth with a traditional Lincolnshire air.
[F] Tis the song of the bogle-clencher, and goes after this fashion.
[Bm] _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ [D] _ _
When [G] I was a [D] clencher's bogle-man in [A] famous Lincoln [D] Town,
I often clenched my bogling fork for [A] less than [D] half a crown. _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ [E] _
[F#] _ _ [D] _ And I would juggle and nerk my boys, if I shall [A] quickly tell.
[F#] Oh, [Bm] _ tis mighty [D] light on a shiny night, and a foggy night as well.
[E] _ _ _ [D] _ _
[A] _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ [D] Oh, [G] once I [D] took my moulies [A] and set them in [D] a snare,
Was [G] then I [D] spied a Scrooge's man a [A]-whirdling [D] a-hair.
_ But I was not afeard, my boys, of [Bm] that there [F#m] is no doubt.
[F#] _ _ Oh, [Bm] tis mighty light [D] on a shiny night, when the [A] copper's [D] on about. _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ [D] _ [A] _ _
[D] Although [G] [D] I'm over eighty now, my [A] bogles [F#] still I [D] clench.
_ And I [G] will [D] flutter my _ artefact at any [A] [D] passing wench.
_ I've tickled many a screebling nut, as [E] on my way [A] I [F#] go.
_ _ Oh, [Bm] tis mighty light [D] on a shiny night, at [A] one-and-nine [D] a-throw.
_ _ _ [A] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
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