Tom: A
Bm7 D
[Verse 1]
Bm7 D
It’s been a long old slog camp to camp
Bm7 D
We are a knackered pack of dogs, how we pant
Bm7 D
Had we listened closely enough – avalanche!
Bm7 D
It’s been a long old slog to only crash
[Chorus]
Bm D
Through and through, through and through we two
D E
Through and through, through and through we clamber
Bm D
Through and through, through and through we two
D E
Through and through, through and through we clamber
D Bm E D E
We never made it up the Old Man of Coniston
Bm E D
I could agonise over every wrong, but why bother?
[Verse 2]
Bm7 D
Where is the ego lodged this far from camp?
Bm7 D
Gazing into a bog so dark and dank
Bm7 D
Did we labour nearly enough on our plot of land?
Bm7 D
Thickening paste of fog on our gallivant
[Chorus]
Bm D
Through and through, through and through we two
D E
Through and through, through and through we clamber
Bm D
Through and through, through and through we two
D E
Through and through, through and through we clamber
D Bm E D E
We never made it up the Old Man of Coniston
Bm E D E
I could agonise over every wrong, but why bother?
D Bm E D E
We never made it up the Old Man of Coniston
Bm E D Bm
I could agonise over every wrong, but why bother?
