The Dubliners- Tramps and Hawkers Chords
Tempo:
129.15 bpm
Chords used:
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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 table snowy north, And soothed by gretna green.
Oft times I've [D] laughed and [G] tamed myself, When trudging on the road,
My toe-rags round and my blistered feet, My face as brown as a toad.
We lumps of cake and tatty scones, We wangs of braxy ham,
No gie'n [D] thought for a' where [G] I've come, And lest a' where I'm gone,
I've done my [D] share a [G]-humpin' We the dockers and the Clyde.
I've helped in bucky -trawlers, All the head and now out of the 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 air.
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, Dusting out among the hay,
And if the 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 table snowy north, And soothed by gretna green.
Oft times I've [D] laughed and [G] tamed myself, When trudging on the road,
My toe-rags round and my blistered feet, My face as brown as a toad.
We lumps of cake and tatty scones, We wangs of braxy ham,
No gie'n [D] thought for a' where [G] I've come, And lest a' where I'm gone,
I've done my [D] share a [G]-humpin' We the dockers and the Clyde.
I've helped in bucky -trawlers, All the head and now out of the 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 air.
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, Dusting out among the hay,
And if the 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 table _ snowy north, And _ soothed by _ gretna green.
_ _ _ Oft times I've [D] laughed and [G] tamed _ myself, When _ _ trudging on the _ road,
My toe-rags round and my _ blistered feet, My _ face as brown as a toad. _
_ We lumps of cake _ and tatty scones, We wangs of braxy ham, _ _ _
No gie'n [D] thought for a' where [G] I've come, And _ lest a' where I'm _ gone, _
I've done my _ [D] share a [G]-humpin' We the _ dockers and the _ _ Clyde.
I've helped in bucky _ -trawlers, All the head and _ now out of the 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 air.
_ _ 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, Dusting out _ among the hay, _ _ _
And if the 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 table _ snowy north, And _ soothed by _ gretna green.
_ _ _ Oft times I've [D] laughed and [G] tamed _ myself, When _ _ trudging on the _ road,
My toe-rags round and my _ blistered feet, My _ face as brown as a toad. _
_ We lumps of cake _ and tatty scones, We wangs of braxy ham, _ _ _
No gie'n [D] thought for a' where [G] I've come, And _ lest a' where I'm _ gone, _
I've done my _ [D] share a [G]-humpin' We the _ dockers and the _ _ Clyde.
I've helped in bucky _ -trawlers, All the head and _ now out of the 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 air.
_ _ 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, Dusting out _ among the hay, _ _ _
And if the weather treats me right, I'm _ happy every day. _ _ _ _ _
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