Chords for Tramps and Hawkers (Lyric Video)
Tempo:
69.45 bpm
Chords used:
C
F
G
Bb
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[F]
[Dm] [Bb] [C]
[Gm] [Dm] [C]
[Bb] [G] [Dm] [C]
[Dm] I dreamed a dream the other night, [Bb] a dream of [Dm] long ago.
I saw in all the traveling folk [F] along the [C] open road.
His step was light, his head held high, [Bb] to catch the [C] scent of spring.
[Dm] And his voice rang room the countryside [F] as he began [Bb] to sing.
[F] O'er the holly [C] tramps and hawker lads, ye [F] gatherers of the law,
The tramp, the country run and roam, come listen, [C] hey, you know.
[F] I'll tell to you a rolling tale of sights that [Dm] I may see,
[F] Far off in Tay, [C] the snowy north, and south by [F] Gretna Green.
I've traveled [D] room the loathing lands, [C] I've seen the rushing [F] sea.
I've been by [Bb] Craith and [F] Callander and by the [Bb] shores of Lochte.
[F] I've watched the [Bb] rain on the [F] border hills and the mist in [Dm] northern glens.
[F] And I've been in [Bb] doom beneath the moon [F] in Glories, Navy, and Gens.
[Dm]
[C] [F] And I'm off in [Bb] doom by Galois [C] and room of [F] Oustre and Rar.
For my business takes me anywhere, I'm sure I travel [Bb] near and far.
[F] For I'm a Roman in my blood and there's nothing [Dm] I do lack.
[F] As long as [Bb] I have my daily [C] fare and clades [F] upon my [Dm] back.
[Bb] [C]
[G] [Em] [G] [D]
[G] I'm happy in the summertime [D] beneath the [G] bright blue sky.
There thinking in the morning at night where I will lie.
Old barn or [C] fire [G] or anywhere or root [Em] among the hay.
[G] And if the weather does permit, [D] I'm happy every day.
[G] I think I'll go to Paddy's land, [D] I'm making [G] up my mind.
For Scotland's [C] greatly altered, no, [G] I can't erase the wind.
But I will trust in Providence if [Em] Providence proves true.
[G] And I will sing of Aran's [D] Isle when I come [G] back to you.
Oh, come all ye tramps and [A] hawker lads, ye [G] gatherers of love.
That trample the country run and rue, come listen, aid and all.
I'll tell to you where on the tail most sights that [Em] I hay see.
[G] Far off in day the snowy north and south I [Em] dread not dream.
[C] [Em]
[C] [Em] The night awoken from my [C] dream, the dawn [G] song had begun.
[Em] The birds sang out their old old songs to greet the rising sun.
[D] I lay among the shadows [C] and I thought a [D] day's long gone.
[Em] And those wandering tramps and hawker lads, [G] whose days are surely done.
[Em] [C] [Em]
[C] [G]
[N]
[Dm] [Bb] [C]
[Gm] [Dm] [C]
[Bb] [G] [Dm] [C]
[Dm] I dreamed a dream the other night, [Bb] a dream of [Dm] long ago.
I saw in all the traveling folk [F] along the [C] open road.
His step was light, his head held high, [Bb] to catch the [C] scent of spring.
[Dm] And his voice rang room the countryside [F] as he began [Bb] to sing.
[F] O'er the holly [C] tramps and hawker lads, ye [F] gatherers of the law,
The tramp, the country run and roam, come listen, [C] hey, you know.
[F] I'll tell to you a rolling tale of sights that [Dm] I may see,
[F] Far off in Tay, [C] the snowy north, and south by [F] Gretna Green.
I've traveled [D] room the loathing lands, [C] I've seen the rushing [F] sea.
I've been by [Bb] Craith and [F] Callander and by the [Bb] shores of Lochte.
[F] I've watched the [Bb] rain on the [F] border hills and the mist in [Dm] northern glens.
[F] And I've been in [Bb] doom beneath the moon [F] in Glories, Navy, and Gens.
[Dm]
[C] [F] And I'm off in [Bb] doom by Galois [C] and room of [F] Oustre and Rar.
For my business takes me anywhere, I'm sure I travel [Bb] near and far.
[F] For I'm a Roman in my blood and there's nothing [Dm] I do lack.
[F] As long as [Bb] I have my daily [C] fare and clades [F] upon my [Dm] back.
[Bb] [C]
[G] [Em] [G] [D]
[G] I'm happy in the summertime [D] beneath the [G] bright blue sky.
There thinking in the morning at night where I will lie.
Old barn or [C] fire [G] or anywhere or root [Em] among the hay.
[G] And if the weather does permit, [D] I'm happy every day.
[G] I think I'll go to Paddy's land, [D] I'm making [G] up my mind.
For Scotland's [C] greatly altered, no, [G] I can't erase the wind.
But I will trust in Providence if [Em] Providence proves true.
[G] And I will sing of Aran's [D] Isle when I come [G] back to you.
Oh, come all ye tramps and [A] hawker lads, ye [G] gatherers of love.
That trample the country run and rue, come listen, aid and all.
I'll tell to you where on the tail most sights that [Em] I hay see.
[G] Far off in day the snowy north and south I [Em] dread not dream.
[C] [Em]
[C] [Em] The night awoken from my [C] dream, the dawn [G] song had begun.
[Em] The birds sang out their old old songs to greet the rising sun.
[D] I lay among the shadows [C] and I thought a [D] day's long gone.
[Em] And those wandering tramps and hawker lads, [G] whose days are surely done.
[Em] [C] [Em]
[C] [G]
[N]
Key:
C
F
G
Bb
Dm
C
F
G
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_ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ [C] _
_ _ [Gm] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [C] _ _
[Bb] _ _ [G] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [C] _ _
_ [Dm] I dreamed a dream the other night, [Bb] a dream of [Dm] long ago.
I saw in all the traveling folk [F] along the [C] open road.
His step was light, his head held high, [Bb] to catch the [C] scent of spring.
[Dm] And his voice rang room the countryside [F] as he began [Bb] to sing.
[F] O'er the holly [C] tramps and hawker lads, ye [F] gatherers of the law,
The tramp, the country run and roam, come listen, [C] hey, you know.
[F] I'll tell to you a rolling tale of sights that [Dm] I may see,
[F] Far off in Tay, [C] the snowy north, and south by [F] Gretna Green.
_ I've traveled [D] room the loathing lands, [C] I've seen the rushing [F] sea.
I've been by [Bb] Craith and [F] Callander and by the [Bb] shores of Lochte.
[F] I've watched the [Bb] rain on the [F] border hills and the mist in [Dm] northern glens.
[F] And I've been in [Bb] doom beneath the moon [F] in Glories, Navy, and Gens.
[Dm] _ _ _ _
[C] _ [F] And I'm off in [Bb] doom by Galois [C] and room of [F] Oustre and Rar.
For my business takes me anywhere, I'm sure I travel [Bb] near and far.
[F] For I'm a Roman in my blood and there's nothing [Dm] I do lack.
[F] As long as [Bb] I have my daily [C] fare and clades [F] upon my [Dm] back.
_ [Bb] _ _ [C] _ _
[G] _ _ [Em] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _
[G] I'm happy in the summertime [D] beneath the [G] bright blue sky.
There thinking in the morning at night where I will lie.
Old barn or [C] fire [G] or anywhere or root [Em] among the hay.
[G] And if the weather does permit, [D] I'm happy every day.
[G] I think I'll go to Paddy's land, [D] I'm making [G] up my mind.
For Scotland's [C] greatly altered, no, [G] I can't erase the wind.
But I will trust in Providence if [Em] Providence proves true.
[G] And I will sing of Aran's [D] Isle when I come [G] back to you.
Oh, come all ye tramps and [A] hawker lads, ye [G] gatherers of love.
That trample the country run and rue, come listen, aid and all.
I'll tell to you where on the tail most sights that [Em] I hay see.
[G] Far off in day the snowy north and south I [Em] dread not dream.
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ [Em] The night awoken from my [C] dream, the dawn [G] song had begun.
[Em] The birds sang out their old old songs to greet the rising sun.
[D] I lay among the shadows [C] and I thought a [D] day's long gone.
[Em] And those wandering tramps and hawker lads, [G] whose days are surely done.
[Em] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ [C] _
_ _ [Gm] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [C] _ _
[Bb] _ _ [G] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [C] _ _
_ [Dm] I dreamed a dream the other night, [Bb] a dream of [Dm] long ago.
I saw in all the traveling folk [F] along the [C] open road.
His step was light, his head held high, [Bb] to catch the [C] scent of spring.
[Dm] And his voice rang room the countryside [F] as he began [Bb] to sing.
[F] O'er the holly [C] tramps and hawker lads, ye [F] gatherers of the law,
The tramp, the country run and roam, come listen, [C] hey, you know.
[F] I'll tell to you a rolling tale of sights that [Dm] I may see,
[F] Far off in Tay, [C] the snowy north, and south by [F] Gretna Green.
_ I've traveled [D] room the loathing lands, [C] I've seen the rushing [F] sea.
I've been by [Bb] Craith and [F] Callander and by the [Bb] shores of Lochte.
[F] I've watched the [Bb] rain on the [F] border hills and the mist in [Dm] northern glens.
[F] And I've been in [Bb] doom beneath the moon [F] in Glories, Navy, and Gens.
[Dm] _ _ _ _
[C] _ [F] And I'm off in [Bb] doom by Galois [C] and room of [F] Oustre and Rar.
For my business takes me anywhere, I'm sure I travel [Bb] near and far.
[F] For I'm a Roman in my blood and there's nothing [Dm] I do lack.
[F] As long as [Bb] I have my daily [C] fare and clades [F] upon my [Dm] back.
_ [Bb] _ _ [C] _ _
[G] _ _ [Em] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _
[G] I'm happy in the summertime [D] beneath the [G] bright blue sky.
There thinking in the morning at night where I will lie.
Old barn or [C] fire [G] or anywhere or root [Em] among the hay.
[G] And if the weather does permit, [D] I'm happy every day.
[G] I think I'll go to Paddy's land, [D] I'm making [G] up my mind.
For Scotland's [C] greatly altered, no, [G] I can't erase the wind.
But I will trust in Providence if [Em] Providence proves true.
[G] And I will sing of Aran's [D] Isle when I come [G] back to you.
Oh, come all ye tramps and [A] hawker lads, ye [G] gatherers of love.
That trample the country run and rue, come listen, aid and all.
I'll tell to you where on the tail most sights that [Em] I hay see.
[G] Far off in day the snowy north and south I [Em] dread not dream.
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ [Em] The night awoken from my [C] dream, the dawn [G] song had begun.
[Em] The birds sang out their old old songs to greet the rising sun.
[D] I lay among the shadows [C] and I thought a [D] day's long gone.
[Em] And those wandering tramps and hawker lads, [G] whose days are surely done.
[Em] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _