Chords for The Poxy Boggards - Pass Me The Bowl

I wake up each [Eb] morning to a good [Bb] cup of ale,
And then without [Eb] warning I'm drunk [F] without [Bb] bale.
So [F] pass him the [Bb] bowl, he'll pass [Eb] it back dry. _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] I'll drink from [F] this bugger from morning [Bb] to night.
[Eb] So pick up [Bb] your [F] tankers and give [Bb] them a lift,
[Eb] The juice [Bb] of the barley [F] is God's greatest gift.
[Bb] So drink [F] it all [Bb] down with [Eb] bottoms up _ _ _ _ high.
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[F] Pass me the bowl and I'll pass it [Bb] back dry. _
As a man of great piety [Eb] I drink [Bb] none till noon,
Incite chants of variety [Eb] and drink [F] till I [Bb] swoon.
So pass [F] him the [Bb] bowl, he'll pass [Eb] it back dry.
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb]
I'll pray that [F] fine ale rains down from [Bb] the sky.
[Eb] So pick up [Bb] your tankers and give them a lift,
[Eb] The juice [Bb] of the barley [F] is God's greatest gift.
[Bb] So drink [F] it all [Bb] down with [Eb] bottoms up _ _ _ _ _ high.
[Bb] Pass [F] me the bowl and I'll pass [Bb] it back dry. _
My remarkable girth requires much ale,
About a keg's worth [Eb] would be [F] a me-tale.
[Bb] So pass [F] him the bowl, [Bb] he'll pass [Eb] it back dry.
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I'll fill [F] a meat belly in the blink of [Bb] an eye.
[Eb] So pick [Bb] up your tankers and give them a lift,
[Eb] The juice of [Bb] the barley [F] is God's greatest gift.
[Bb] So drink [F] it all down [Bb] with bottoms [Eb] up _ _ high.
_ _ _ [Bb] Pass [F] me the bowl and I'll pass [Bb] it back dry. _
My Colossus [Eb] Proboscis loves ale [Bb] fine and rude,
I'll sub-sist on [Eb] barley without what for [Bb] food.
So pass him the bowl, he'll pass it [Eb] back dry.
_ _ _ _ [Bb] For me nose [F] knows no repo, soon good ale [Bb] passes by.
[Eb] So pick [Bb] up your [F] tankers and give [Bb] them a lift,
[Eb]
The juice [Bb] of the barley [F] is God's greatest [Bb] gift.
So drink it all down with [Eb] bottoms up _ _ _ _ _ high.
[Bb] Pass me [F] the bowl and I'll pass [Bb] it back dry.
My days in the field [Eb] are filled with [Bb] great toil,
I'll celebrate [Eb] harvesting right [F] from the [Bb] soil.
So [F] pass him the [Bb] bowl, he'll pass it [Eb] back dry.
_ _ _ [Bb] From the first [F] day of May till the end of [Bb] July.
[Eb] So pick up [Bb] your [F] tankers and give [Bb] them a lift,
[Eb] The juice [Bb] of the barley [F] is God's greatest gift.
[Bb]
So drink [F] it all [Bb] down with [Eb] bottoms up _ high.
_ _ _ _ [Bb] Pass me [F] the bowl and I'll pass it [Bb] back dry. _ _
Pass [F] me the bowl and I'll pass [Dm] it back. _ _ _ _
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