Forty Pound Wedding

Skinny Lister

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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 And I bet my hide I'll win my
D G 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 And I bet my hide I'll win my
D G 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
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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 And I bet my hide I'll win my
D G 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 And I bet my hide I'll win my
D G 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 And I kept my hide and I won my
D bride with the flashing bright-blue
G eyes
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