Irish Rovers - The tinker

^CIt's a tinker I ^Gam, and a trav^Amellin' m^Fan I fol^Clow the wind and the st^Gars ^CIf I've shoes on me f^Geet,and an o^Amld crust to e^Fat I'm as ha^Cppy as a^Gny by f^Car

^CI'm as rich as a k^Ging when I l^Amay down to dr^Feam On My pi^Cllow of sawdust or h^Gay ^CAnd the friends that I m^Gake I would ne^Amver for^Fsake And their kin^Cdness one d^Gay I'll re^Cpay

So tha^Fnk you for sharing the wa^Crmth of your fire And an 'o^Cul cup of tea or t^Gwo ^CAnd that warm feat^Cher bed,where I ^Amlay down my h^Fead for ma^Cking me wel^Gcome,thank ^Cyou. ^CI'm a jack of all tr^Gades,and as sh^Amarp as a b^Flade ^CWhen it comes to the markets and fa^Girs Mending 'o^Cul pots and p^Gans or wha^Amtever I c^Fan ^CNot a penny I'd gi^Gve for your ca^Cres

Now the c^Fold winds of winter can c^Cut like a knife And the ra^Fin chills me deep to the b^Cone But the w^Farm summer breezes still b^Clow in my mind And it's t^Fhem keeps me carryin' ^Con

^CWhen the cock crows the d^Gawn,I'll be al^Amready g^Fone ^CThrough the meadow that runs by the t^Grees ^CI think nothing of t^Gime,for the wo^Amrld is all mi^Fne ^CI can come and can ^Ggo as I pl^Cease Repeat Chorus Twice