Skinny Lister – Forty Pound Wedding chords

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Transpose:
[Chorus]
GWell, as I walked down the metal road
CWith all but forty pounds
GOnly the bells around my waist
DThe cut-throats to confound
GNo sharp-eyed rogue would rob me
CNo vagabond likewise
G G D GAnd I bet my hide I'll win my bride with the flashing bright-blue eyes
[Verse]
GWell, the first I met was a tinker
CWith gold rings to sell
GEach one cost a tenner
DBut some looked twice as well
GAnd I said, "That's lucky for me,"
CAnd parted with some cash
GTo take a golden wedding band
D GTo my deserving lass
[Chorus]
GWell, as I walked down the metal road
CWith all but thirty pounds
GOnly the bells around my waist
DThe cut-throats to confound
GNo sharp-eyed rogue would rob me
CNo vagabond likewise
G G D GAnd I bet my hide I'll win my bride with the flashing bright-blue eyes
[Verse] Well, the next I met was a gypsy She had a yard of Honiton lace Eyes as brown as berries With an honest, open face And I said "That's lucky for me," And parted with some cash To take a beautiful wedding veil To my deserving lass [Chorus]
GWell, as I walked down the metal road
CWith all but twenty pounds
GOnly the bells around my waist
DThe cut-throats to confound
GNo sharp-eyed rogue would rob me
CNo vagabond likewise
G G D GAnd I bet my hide I'll win my bride with the flashing bright-blue eyes
[Verse]
GWell, the next I met was an urchin
CHe had orchids by the score
GBlues and reds and yellows
DTo make the sun feel sore
GAnd I said "That's lucky for me,"
CAnd parted with some cash
GTo take a rare wedding bouquet
D GTo my deserving lass
[Chorus]
GWell, as I walked down the metal road
CWith all but ten pounds
GOnly the bells around my waist
DThe cut-throats to confound
GNo sharp-eyed rogue would rob me
CNo vagabond likewise
G G D GAnd I bet my hide I'll win my bride with the flashing bright-blue eyes
[Verse]
GWell, the last I met was a farmer
CHe had a Magnum of champagne
GHe wanted fifteen guineas
DBut I clinched it just the same
GAnd I said, "That's lucky for me!
CNow we can raise a glass
GAnd drink a sparkling wedding toast
D GTo my deserving lass!"
[Bridge] Well, my Father is an ignorant man You can hear him loudly call "It's a curtain ring on her finger And her veil's a gypsy's shawl And what a fine bunch of wayside weeds Fresh-picked from down the lane And a wedding cup of cider sets us on the road again." [Chorus]
GWell, as I walked down the metal road
CWith never a weary pound
GOnly the bells around my waist
DThe cut-throats to confound
GNo sharp-eyed rogue would rob me
CNo vagabond likewise
G G D GAnd I kept my hide and I won my bride with the flashing bright-blue eyes
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