Chords for Tramps & Hawkers

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_ Come all [Bb] ye tramps [Eb] and hawker lads and githerers of law,
The tramp the country roond and roond, come [Ab] listen in and all,
[Eb] I'll tell to ye [Eb] a roving tale of places [Ab] I [Eb] have been,
[Bb] Far up into [Eb] the snowy north and south by Gretna Green,
Of [Bb] times I've laughed [Ab] and tear [Eb] myself when trudging on the roads,
With toe-rags round my blister feet, my face [Ab] as broons [Eb] a tote,
With lumps of [Ab] cake and [Eb] tatty scones, with wangs of [Ab] black sea [Eb]-bam,
Nor [Bb] been a thought to [Eb] where I've been and lest to where I'm gone, _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I've done my [Bb] share [Eb] o' humping with the dockers on the Clyde,
I've helped big bucky-trawlers haul their herons [Ab] o'er the [Eb] side,
I've helped to [Ab] build your [Eb] mighty bridge that spans the busy [Ab] [Eb] Forth,
With [Bb] monies in Angus [Eb] Fairmoor I have food upon ear,
And [Bb] I'm happy in [Eb] the summer time beneath the bright blue sky,
Nor thinking in the morning at night when [Ab] I'm going to lie,
[Eb] In both [Ab] these barns or [Eb] anywhere or out [Ab] amongst the [Eb] hay,
And if [Bb] the weather [Eb] does permit I'm happy o'er the day, _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ I've [Bb] been by Bonnie [Eb] Gallow and often Roonstran Rar,
My business takes me anywhere I've travelled [Ab] near [Eb] and far,
I've got that [Ab] roving [Eb] lotion I wouldn't like [Ab] to [Eb] loss,
[Bb] For it's my [Eb] daily fare and as much I'll pay me dos,
[Bb] And I think I'll gang to [Eb] Paddy's Land I'm packing up my mind,
For Scotland's greatly altered now you can erase [Ab] the [Eb] white,
I'll put my [Ab] trust in [Eb] Providence if Providence [Ab] proves [Eb] true,
[Bb] I'll sing ye's of [Eb] Erin's Isle when I come back to you, _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ So come [Eb] all ye tramps and [Ab] hawker [Eb] lads and be the rosy blaw,
I'll stand ye's of final dram before [Ab] I gang the [Eb] war,
For it's o' when [Ab] I think of those [Eb] roving days and the places [Ab] I [Eb] have been,
[Bb] Far up into [Eb] the snowy north and south of Gretna Green. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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