Forty Pound Wedding
Skinny Lister
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G Well, as I walked down the metal roadC With all but forty poundsG Only the bells around my waistD The cut-throats to confoundG No sharp-eyed rogue would rob meC No vagabond likewiseG G And I bet my hide I'll win myD G bride with the flashing bright-blue eyes [Verse]G Well, the first I met was a tinkerC With gold rings to sellG Each one cost a tennerD But some looked twice as wellG And I said, "That's lucky for me,"C And parted with some cashG To take a golden wedding bandD G To my deserving lass [Chorus]G Well, as I walked down the metal roadC With all but thirty poundsG Only the bells around my waistD The cut-throats to confoundG No sharp-eyed rogue would rob meC No vagabond likewiseG G And I bet my hide I'll win myD 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 berriesContinúa después del anuncioWith 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 roadC With all but twenty poundsG Only the bells around my waistD The cut-throats to confoundG No sharp-eyed rogue would rob meC No vagabond likewiseG G And I bet my hide I'll win myD G bride with the flashing bright-blue eyes [Verse]G Well, the next I met was an urchinC He had orchids by the scoreG Blues and reds and yellowsD To make the sun feel soreG And I said "That's lucky for me,"C And parted with some cashG To take a rare wedding bouquetD G To my deserving lass [Chorus]G Well, as I walked down the metal roadC With all but ten poundsG Only the bells around my waistD The cut-throats to confoundG No sharp-eyed rogue would rob meC No vagabond likewiseG G And I bet my hide I'll win myD G bride with the flashing bright-blue eyes [Verse]G Well, the last I met was a farmerC He had a Magnum of champagneG He wanted fifteen guineasD But I clinched it just the sameG And I said, "That's lucky for me!C Now we can raise a glassG And drink a sparkling wedding toastD 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 roadC With never a weary poundG Only the bells around my waistD The cut-throats to confoundG No sharp-eyed rogue would rob meC No vagabond likewiseG G And I kept my hide and I won myD bride with the flashing bright-blueG eyes