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[Verse]
C Am D
I'm a freeborn man of the travelling people
G D
Got no fixed abode, with nomads I am numbered
G C G
Country lanes and byways were always my ways
C G D F G
I never fancied being lumbered
[Verse]
C Am D
Oh, we knew the woods and the resting places
G D
And a small bird sang when wintertime was over
G C
Then we'd pack our loads and be on the road
G C G D F G
Those were good old times, but they're over
[Verse]
C Am D
In the open road you can stop and linger
G D
For a week or two, for time was not our master
G C
Then away you'd jog with your horse and dog
G C G D F G
Nice and easy, no need to go faster
[Verse]
C Am D
Sometimes we'd meet up wi' other people
G D
For the news or swapping family information
G C
At the country fair, we'd be meeting there
G C G D F G
All the people of the travelling nation
[Verse]
C Am D
All you freeborn men of the travelling people
G D
Every tinker, rolling stone and gypsy rover
G C G
Winds of change are blowing, old ways are going
C G D F G
Your travelling days will soon be over
D G C G
Winds of change are blowing, old ways are going
C G D F G
Your travelling days will soon be over
[Verse]
C Am D
I'm a freeborn man of the travelling people
G D
Got no fixed abode, with nomads I am numbered
G C G
Country lanes and byways were always my ways
C G D F G
I never fancied being lumbered
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