Bm7 D

[Verse 1]
Bm7                       D
It’s been a long old slog camp to camp
Bm7                              D
We are a knackered pack of dogs, how we pant
Bm7                              D
Had we listened closely enough – avalanche!
Bm7                          D
It’s been a long old slog to only crash


[Chorus]
Bm                                          D
Through and through, through and through we two
D                                           E
Through and through, through and through we clamber
Bm                                          D
Through and through, through and through we two
D                                           E
Through and through, through and through we clamber
D        Bm             E          D         E
We never made it up the Old Man of Coniston
Bm              E                         D
I could agonise over every wrong, but why bother?


[Verse 2]
Bm7                          D
Where is the ego lodged this far from camp?
Bm7                  D
Gazing into a bog so dark and dank
Bm7                                D
Did we labour nearly enough on our plot of land?
Bm7                            D
Thickening paste of fog on our gallivant


[Chorus]
Bm                                          D
Through and through, through and through we two
D                                           E
Through and through, through and through we clamber
Bm                                          D
Through and through, through and through we two
D                                           E
Through and through, through and through we clamber
D        Bm             E          D         E
We never made it up the Old Man of Coniston
Bm              E                         D       E
I could agonise over every wrong, but why bother?
D        Bm             E          D         E
We never made it up the Old Man of Coniston
Bm              E                         D       Bm
I could agonise over every wrong, but why bother?