Tom: G
[INTRO:] G F G
[VERSE 1:]
C D
I'm a freeborn man of the travelling people
G
Got no fixed abode, with nomads I am numbered
D G C G
Country lanes and byways were always my ways
C G C F G F G
I never fancied being lumbered
[VERSE 2:]
C D
Oh, we knew the woods and the resting places
G
And the small bird sang when winter days were over
D G C
Then we'd pack our load and be on the road
G C G C F G F G
Those were good old times for a rover
[VERSE 3:]
C D
Now I've known life hard and I've known it easy
G
And I've cursed the life when winter days were dawning
D G C
But I've laughed and sung through the whole night long
G C G C F G
Seen the summer sun rise in the morning
[VERSE 4:]
C D
There was open ground where a man could linger
G
For a week or two, for time was not our master
D G C
Then away you'd jog a-with your horse and dog
G C G C F G F G
A-nice and easy, no need to go faster
[VERSE 5:]
C D
All you freeborn men of the travelling people
G
Every tinker, rolling stone and gypsy rover
D G C G
A-winds of change are blowing, old ways are going
C G C F G F G
Your travelling days will soon be over
