Cricklewood

     C                  F         
Come all you true born Irishmen 
   C           G
and listen to my song
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I am a bold buck navvy and I 
        G          C
don’t know right from wrong
   C                  F            
Of late I’ve been transported from 
C               G
Ireland’s holy shore
   C               F            C
My case is sad, my crime is bad I
     G     C
 was born poor

[Chorus]

C             F                C
Cricklewood, Cricklewood, you 
              G
stole my youth away!
C               F              C
I was young and innocent, and 
       G        C
you were old and grey.

[Verse 2]

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If you're born poor me lads it is
            G
 a shocking state
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The judge will sit upon your 
  C       G     C
crime, this he will relate
   C                  F            
I find the prisoner guilty and the 
C               G
law I must lay down
   C            F                
Let him be transported straight 
C       G      C
away to Camden Town

[Chorus]

C             F                C
Cricklewood, Cricklewood, you 
              G
stole my youth away!
C               F              C
I was young and innocent, and 
       G        C
you were old and grey.

[Verse 3]

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Take him down to Cricklewood and 
   C               G
leave him in the pub
       C                F         
Go and call the barman landlord 
   C       G     C
then ask him for a sub
 C                F               
Leave him down in Cricklewood mid 
C                  G
mortar bricks and lime
   C               F            C
And let him rot in Cricklewood 
         G      C
until the end of time.

[Chorus]

C             F                C
Cricklewood, Cricklewood, you 
              G
stole my youth away!
C               F              C
I was young and innocent, and 
       G        C
you were old and grey.
C             F                C
Cricklewood, Cricklewood, you 
              G
stole my youth away!
C               F              C
I was young and innocent, and 
       G        C
you were old and grey.