Kate Rusby - The old man

There ^Cwas an old man who ^Flived in a ^Gwood As ^Amyou can plainly ^Gsee He ^Csaid he could do as much ^Fwork in a ^Gday As his ^Amwife could ^Gdo in ^Cthree

With ^Emall my heart the ^Fwoman she said If ^Amthat’s what you will ^Gallow To^Cmorrow you’ll stay at ^Fhome in my ^Gstead And ^AmI'll go ^Gdrive the ^Cplow ^{F G}

But ^Cyou must milk our ^FTidy the ^Gcow For ^Amfear she will go ^Gdry And ^CYou must feed the ^Flittlest ^Gpigs That ^Amare with^Gin the ^Csty And ^Emyou must mind the ^Fspeckled hen For ^Amfear she’ll lay a^Gway And ^Cthen you must reel the ^Fspool of ^Gyarn That ^AmI spun ^Gyesterd^Cay ^{F G}

The ^Cwoman she took up her s^Ftaff in her ^Ghand And ^Amshe went to drive the ^Gplow The ^Cold man took up a ^Fpail in his ^Ghand And he ^Amwent to ^Gmilk the ^Ccow But ^EmTidy hinched and ^FTidy flinched And ^AmTidy broke his ^Gnose And ^CTidy she gave to him ^Fsuch a big ^Gblow The ^Amblood ran ^Gto his ^Amtoes ^{F G}

^CHi Tidy ^Fhome ^GTidy ^AmTidy thou stand ^Gstill If ^Cever I’m ill be ^Ftidy ag^Gain, Be s^Amore ag^Gainst my ^Cwill He ^Emwent to feed the l^Fittle pigs That ^Amwere within the ^Gsty He ^Chit his big head u^Fpon a thick b^Geam And he ^Ammade his r^Ged blood ^Amfly ^{F G}

He ^Cwent to find the ^Fspeckledy ^Ghen For ^Amfear she’d lay as^Gtray For^Cgot to reel the ^Fspool of ^Gyarn His ^Amwife spun ^Gyester^Cday He s^Emwore by the sun, the ^Fmoon, the stars, The gree^Amn leaves on the tree^G If his ^Cwife didn’t do a days ^Fwork in her ^Glife She'll ^Amno be ^Gruled by ^Che

There ^Cwas an old man who ^Flived in a ^Gwood As ^Amyou can plainly ^Gsee He ^Csaid he could do as much ^Fwork in a ^Gday As his ^Amwife could ^Gdo in ^Cthree

With ^Emall my heart the ^Fwoman she said If ^Amthat’s what you will al^Glow To^Cmorrow you’ll stay at ^Fhome in my ^Gstead And ^AmI'll go ^Gdrive the ^Cplow ^{F G}