Tom: G
G
Well, as I walked down the metal road
C
With all but forty pounds
G
Only the bells around my waist
D
The cut-throats to confound
G
No sharp-eyed rogue would rob me
C
No vagabond likewise
G G D G
And I bet my hide I'll win my bride with the flashing bright-blue eyes
[Verse]
G
Well, the first I met was a tinker
C
With gold rings to sell
G
Each one cost a tenner
D
But some looked twice as well
G
And I said, "That's lucky for me,"
C
And parted with some cash
G
To take a golden wedding band
D G
To my deserving lass
[Chorus]
G
Well, as I walked down the metal road
C
With all but thirty pounds
G
Only the bells around my waist
D
The cut-throats to confound
G
No sharp-eyed rogue would rob me
C
No vagabond likewise
G G D G
And 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]
G
Well, as I walked down the metal road
C
With all but twenty pounds
G
Only the bells around my waist
D
The cut-throats to confound
G
No sharp-eyed rogue would rob me
C
No vagabond likewise
G G D G
And I bet my hide I'll win my bride with the flashing bright-blue eyes
[Verse]
G
Well, the next I met was an urchin
C
He had orchids by the score
G
Blues and reds and yellows
D
To make the sun feel sore
G
And I said "That's lucky for me,"
C
And parted with some cash
G
To take a rare wedding bouquet
D G
To my deserving lass
[Chorus]
G
Well, as I walked down the metal road
C
With all but ten pounds
G
Only the bells around my waist
D
The cut-throats to confound
G
No sharp-eyed rogue would rob me
C
No vagabond likewise
G G D G
And I bet my hide I'll win my bride with the flashing bright-blue eyes
[Verse]
G
Well, the last I met was a farmer
C
He had a Magnum of champagne
G
He wanted fifteen guineas
D
But I clinched it just the same
G
And I said, "That's lucky for me!
C
Now we can raise a glass
G
And drink a sparkling wedding toast
D G
To 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]
G
Well, as I walked down the metal road
C
With never a weary pound
G
Only the bells around my waist
D
The cut-throats to confound
G
No sharp-eyed rogue would rob me
C
No vagabond likewise
G G D G
And I kept my hide and I won my bride with the flashing bright-blue eyes
