Chords for RICHARD DAWSON - The Almsgiver

BOO! _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ There's a fair-haired lardy ghost
through the market _ begging sulker
with a pair of grey lark wings
_ etched into a _ saucer
He reminds me of my own boy
My _ _ lungs glow, _ _ _ _ _ _ legs to the mole which sits atop [Ebm] his _ _ [N] nose
_ _ Daybreak finds me in my pot, _ _ coaxing out the hidden _ flavour
Of the perch I lifted clear _ from the evening _ [E] _
river
I mend the collars _ _ of an empty woolen _ coat
_ [Bb] In mid _ _ [B]-place a mitten from a piebald _ ferret's soul _ _ _
_ [N] Half a bar of tallow soap _ gains me entry to the courtyard
_ _ Where accused men ply their trade or waste away the _ day _ _ _
Hungrily I scan the faces _ only to be found
_ _ By eyes _ _ of an old man stricken on the _ ground _
Have _ you seen a fad _ lad with a mole _ atop his nose?
_ _ _ Ay, if I am not mistook, the very _ same went free this morning
_ _ _ How _ my heart goes _ _ leaping like _ a hare at _ _ _ cloudburst
Upon _ the _ [Db] revelation _ to rock he is _ [A] _
returning
_ _ Hold my hand and sit you up, drink a good long draught from my cup
[B] Dip a clump of _ _ pandermine and wrap this _ coat round your [E] shoulder _
_ _ Take this jar of pickled _ herring, they'll hear you _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ faggot
When [B] you arise _ _ your icy _ _ _ bone
_ It's not the seven _ _ corporal locks _ or the fear of _ _ purgatory
_ _ Which behests me to _ maintain a _ generous [A] _ refrain _
_ _ I know _ if my boy were in trouble _ and I _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ was somebody _ _ there to help
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
To sing _ this song is ever so hard
I _ _ wish that I could sing it better
_ Now we've nearly reached the end
We can start to _ _ listen _ again _ _ _ _ _ _