Chords for "Wrap me up in My Old Tarpaulin Jacket" Sung by Frank Crumit
Tempo:
88.4 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
Em
F
Fm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Good morning to you viewers, the Colonel speaking to you live from the Grange, British Imperial YouTube Broadcasting.
Today we've got his master's voice, record B.8032, Wrap Me Up In My Old Tarpaulin Jacket,
sung by Frank Crummett.
Here we go.
It's not one of his songs, amazingly.
Here we go, viewers.
[Eb] [C]
[G] [C]
A tall stall, [G] what lands to lay [C] dying, [F] and as on [C] his [G] deathbed he [Em] lay, [C] to his friends
[G] who around [C] him were sighing, [F] these last [Em] dying words he did say, [C]
wrap me up in [G] my tarpaulin
[C] jacket, [Fm] and to stay a [C] poor [G] buffer I blow, [Em]
and to [C] sit [G] tall what [C] lancer shall carry me,
[F] with steps [G] solemn [C] mournful and slow, and I [D] the wings [E] of [C] a little dove, [F] way [C] far [G] away would
I fly, [Em]
[C] straight for [G] the [Em] arms of my [C] true love, [F] and there would [Em] I lay [C] me and die, wrap me
up in [G] my [C] tarpaulin jacket, [F] and to stay a [Em] poor buffer I blow, [C] and to sit tall [D] what [E] lancer
shall [C] carry me, [F] with steps [Em] solemn mournful and slow, [C]
and get you two little white tombstones,
[Fm] put them one at [C] my [G] head and my toe, [C] and to get you [G] a pen [Em] knife and [C] stretch there, [F] here
lies a [G] poor buffer [C] below, wrap me up in [G] my tarpaulin [C] jacket, [F] and to stay a [Em] poor buffer
I blow, [C] and to sit tall [G] what lancer shall [C] carry me, [F] with steps [Em] solemn mournful and slow, [C]
and
to get you [D] six brandies and [C] sodas, [Fm] and set them [C] all [G] out in the low, [C] and get you [G] six [Em] jolly
good [C] bellows, [F] to drink to [Em] this buffer below, [C]
wrap me up in [G] my tarpaulin [C] jacket, [F] and to
stay a [C] poor [G] buffer I blow, [Em] and to sit tall [G] what [C] lancer shall carry me, [F] with steps solemn
[Em] mournful and slow, [C]
and then in the [G] calm [C] of the twilight, [F] when the soft winds [C] are [G] whispering
low, [C] and the [G] darkening shadows [C] are falling, [F] sometimes think of [Em] this buffer [C] below, wrap
me [G] up in my [C] tarpaulin jacket, [Fm] and to [C] stay a poor buffer [G] I blow, [B]
[C] and to sit [G] tall what
lancer [Em] shall [C] carry me, [F] with steps solemn [Em] mournful and [C] slow.
[Eb]
[G] Well that's rather good isn't it viewers?
A poor old buffer eh?
Is he a member of the
Grab-a-Phone Club?
Thank you viewers and goodbye!
Today we've got his master's voice, record B.8032, Wrap Me Up In My Old Tarpaulin Jacket,
sung by Frank Crummett.
Here we go.
It's not one of his songs, amazingly.
Here we go, viewers.
[Eb] [C]
[G] [C]
A tall stall, [G] what lands to lay [C] dying, [F] and as on [C] his [G] deathbed he [Em] lay, [C] to his friends
[G] who around [C] him were sighing, [F] these last [Em] dying words he did say, [C]
wrap me up in [G] my tarpaulin
[C] jacket, [Fm] and to stay a [C] poor [G] buffer I blow, [Em]
and to [C] sit [G] tall what [C] lancer shall carry me,
[F] with steps [G] solemn [C] mournful and slow, and I [D] the wings [E] of [C] a little dove, [F] way [C] far [G] away would
I fly, [Em]
[C] straight for [G] the [Em] arms of my [C] true love, [F] and there would [Em] I lay [C] me and die, wrap me
up in [G] my [C] tarpaulin jacket, [F] and to stay a [Em] poor buffer I blow, [C] and to sit tall [D] what [E] lancer
shall [C] carry me, [F] with steps [Em] solemn mournful and slow, [C]
and get you two little white tombstones,
[Fm] put them one at [C] my [G] head and my toe, [C] and to get you [G] a pen [Em] knife and [C] stretch there, [F] here
lies a [G] poor buffer [C] below, wrap me up in [G] my tarpaulin [C] jacket, [F] and to stay a [Em] poor buffer
I blow, [C] and to sit tall [G] what lancer shall [C] carry me, [F] with steps [Em] solemn mournful and slow, [C]
and
to get you [D] six brandies and [C] sodas, [Fm] and set them [C] all [G] out in the low, [C] and get you [G] six [Em] jolly
good [C] bellows, [F] to drink to [Em] this buffer below, [C]
wrap me up in [G] my tarpaulin [C] jacket, [F] and to
stay a [C] poor [G] buffer I blow, [Em] and to sit tall [G] what [C] lancer shall carry me, [F] with steps solemn
[Em] mournful and slow, [C]
and then in the [G] calm [C] of the twilight, [F] when the soft winds [C] are [G] whispering
low, [C] and the [G] darkening shadows [C] are falling, [F] sometimes think of [Em] this buffer [C] below, wrap
me [G] up in my [C] tarpaulin jacket, [Fm] and to [C] stay a poor buffer [G] I blow, [B]
[C] and to sit [G] tall what
lancer [Em] shall [C] carry me, [F] with steps solemn [Em] mournful and [C] slow.
[Eb]
[G] Well that's rather good isn't it viewers?
A poor old buffer eh?
Is he a member of the
Grab-a-Phone Club?
Thank you viewers and goodbye!
Key:
C
G
Em
F
Fm
C
G
Em
Good morning to you viewers, the Colonel speaking to you live from the Grange, British Imperial YouTube Broadcasting.
Today we've got his master's voice, record B.8032, Wrap Me Up In My Old Tarpaulin Jacket,
sung by Frank Crummett.
Here we go.
It's not one of his songs, amazingly.
Here we go, viewers.
[Eb] _ _ [C] _ _
_ [G] _ _ [C] _ _
A tall stall, [G] what lands to lay [C] dying, [F] and as on [C] his [G] deathbed he [Em] lay, [C] to his friends
[G] who around [C] him were sighing, [F] these last [Em] dying words he did say, [C]
wrap me up in [G] my tarpaulin
[C] jacket, [Fm] and to stay a [C] poor [G] buffer I blow, [Em]
and to [C] sit [G] tall what [C] lancer shall carry me,
[F] with steps [G] solemn [C] mournful and slow, and I [D] the wings [E] of [C] a little dove, [F] way [C] far [G] away would
I fly, [Em] _
[C] straight for [G] the [Em] arms of my [C] true love, [F] and there would [Em] I lay [C] me and die, wrap me
up in [G] my [C] tarpaulin jacket, [F] and to stay a [Em] poor buffer I blow, [C] and to sit tall [D] what [E] lancer
shall [C] carry me, [F] with steps [Em] solemn mournful and slow, [C]
and get you two little white tombstones,
[Fm] put them one at [C] my [G] head and my toe, [C] and to get you [G] a pen [Em] knife and [C] stretch there, [F] here
lies a [G] poor buffer [C] below, wrap me up in [G] my tarpaulin [C] jacket, [F] and to stay a [Em] poor buffer
I blow, [C] and to sit tall [G] what lancer shall [C] carry me, [F] with steps [Em] solemn mournful and slow, [C]
and
to get you [D] six brandies and [C] sodas, [Fm] and set them [C] all [G] out in the low, [C] and get you [G] six [Em] jolly
good [C] bellows, [F] to drink to [Em] this buffer below, [C]
wrap me up in [G] my tarpaulin [C] jacket, [F] and to
stay a [C] poor [G] buffer I blow, [Em] and to sit tall [G] what [C] lancer shall carry me, [F] with steps solemn
[Em] mournful and slow, [C]
and then in the [G] calm [C] of the twilight, [F] when the soft winds [C] are [G] whispering
low, [C] and the [G] darkening shadows [C] are falling, [F] sometimes think of [Em] this buffer [C] below, wrap
me [G] up in my [C] tarpaulin jacket, [Fm] and to [C] stay a poor buffer [G] I blow, [B]
[C] and to sit [G] tall what
lancer [Em] shall [C] carry me, [F] with steps solemn [Em] mournful and [C] slow. _
_ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
[G] Well that's rather good isn't it viewers?
A poor old buffer eh?
Is he a member of the
Grab-a-Phone Club?
Thank you viewers and goodbye!
Today we've got his master's voice, record B.8032, Wrap Me Up In My Old Tarpaulin Jacket,
sung by Frank Crummett.
Here we go.
It's not one of his songs, amazingly.
Here we go, viewers.
[Eb] _ _ [C] _ _
_ [G] _ _ [C] _ _
A tall stall, [G] what lands to lay [C] dying, [F] and as on [C] his [G] deathbed he [Em] lay, [C] to his friends
[G] who around [C] him were sighing, [F] these last [Em] dying words he did say, [C]
wrap me up in [G] my tarpaulin
[C] jacket, [Fm] and to stay a [C] poor [G] buffer I blow, [Em]
and to [C] sit [G] tall what [C] lancer shall carry me,
[F] with steps [G] solemn [C] mournful and slow, and I [D] the wings [E] of [C] a little dove, [F] way [C] far [G] away would
I fly, [Em] _
[C] straight for [G] the [Em] arms of my [C] true love, [F] and there would [Em] I lay [C] me and die, wrap me
up in [G] my [C] tarpaulin jacket, [F] and to stay a [Em] poor buffer I blow, [C] and to sit tall [D] what [E] lancer
shall [C] carry me, [F] with steps [Em] solemn mournful and slow, [C]
and get you two little white tombstones,
[Fm] put them one at [C] my [G] head and my toe, [C] and to get you [G] a pen [Em] knife and [C] stretch there, [F] here
lies a [G] poor buffer [C] below, wrap me up in [G] my tarpaulin [C] jacket, [F] and to stay a [Em] poor buffer
I blow, [C] and to sit tall [G] what lancer shall [C] carry me, [F] with steps [Em] solemn mournful and slow, [C]
and
to get you [D] six brandies and [C] sodas, [Fm] and set them [C] all [G] out in the low, [C] and get you [G] six [Em] jolly
good [C] bellows, [F] to drink to [Em] this buffer below, [C]
wrap me up in [G] my tarpaulin [C] jacket, [F] and to
stay a [C] poor [G] buffer I blow, [Em] and to sit tall [G] what [C] lancer shall carry me, [F] with steps solemn
[Em] mournful and slow, [C]
and then in the [G] calm [C] of the twilight, [F] when the soft winds [C] are [G] whispering
low, [C] and the [G] darkening shadows [C] are falling, [F] sometimes think of [Em] this buffer [C] below, wrap
me [G] up in my [C] tarpaulin jacket, [Fm] and to [C] stay a poor buffer [G] I blow, [B]
[C] and to sit [G] tall what
lancer [Em] shall [C] carry me, [F] with steps solemn [Em] mournful and [C] slow. _
_ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
[G] Well that's rather good isn't it viewers?
A poor old buffer eh?
Is he a member of the
Grab-a-Phone Club?
Thank you viewers and goodbye!