Chords for Tinkers' Potcheen

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_ _ I was born [F] a tinker, I'll tell you no [C] _ _ _ lies.
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A tinker I've lived, and [F] a tinker [G] I'll die. _
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_ _ Now [F] _
don't get me wrong, I carry [Am] no shame. _ _ _
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[C] The Lord made me [F] a tinker, and I'm proud of [C] me name.
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_ _ _ Me father [F] grew potchin' on Bessie's [C] best _ graze. _
When _ _ _ _ _ I was twelve to [F] me he did [G] _
say, _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Well [F] son you're of age and it's plain to be [Am] seen. _ _ _
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[C] It's time I [F] taught you how to make the [C] potchin'.
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_ _ Well he taught me [F] the trade, and I learned [C] well. _ _ _ _
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I made the finest potchin' any [F] tinker could [G] sell.
_ And _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] I used the same still that me da used [Am] before. _ _ _
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Aye [C] it's been in the [F] family a hundred years [C] or more. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Well I sold [F] me potchin' from Derry [C] to _ Coe. _
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From Donegal to Dublin and [F] round by [G] Mayo.
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_ _ Through [F] the thirty two counties _ I'm free [Am] to roam. _ _
Aye _ _ _ _ _ [C] the potchin [F]''s me livin' and the roadside [C] me home.
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_ _ Well I married [F] a tinker, a Colleen [C] so fair. _ _ _
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Her father and mother were [F] _ tinkers [G] from Clare.
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_ _ _ [F] To have me a son _ is my [G] fondest [Am] dream. _ _ _
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How [C] I'd love teaching [F] him how to make the [C] potchin'. _
_ I _ _ _ _ _ _ would teach him [F] the trade in a _ [G] tinker's _ [C] _ _
_ _ potchin'. _ _
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