CAPO: 3


Intro: G    F  G 

verse 1: 
                          C             D 
I'm a freeborn man of the travelling people  
                                     G 
Got no fixed abode, with nomads I am numbered  
        D           G                C  G 
Country lanes and byways were always my ways 
  C     G       C     F  G       F  G 
I never fancied being lumbered 


verse 2: 
                              C          D 
Oh, we knew the woods and the resting places 
                                              G 
And the small bird sang when winter days were over  
D                       G             C  
Then we'd pack our load and be on the road 
G          C        G     C     F G     F  G 
Those were good old times for a rover 


verse 3: 
                                  C          D 
Now I've known life hard and I've known it easy  
                                               G 
And I've cursed the life when winter days were dawning  
D                         G                       C  
But I've laughed and sung through the whole night long  
G        C      G        C      F  G   
Seen the summer sun rise in the morning 


verse 4: 
                              C            D 
There was open ground where a man could linger 
                                        G 
For a week or two, for time was not our master  
D                     G                   C   
Then away you'd jog a-with your horse and dog  
  G        C     G       C     F  G      F  G 
A-nice and easy, no need to go faster 


VERSE 5: 
                            C             D 
All you freeborn men of the travelling people  
                                      G 
Every tinker, rolling stone and gypsy rover  
  D                   G                     C G 
A-winds of change are blowing, old ways are going 
     C          G         C       F G      F  G 
Your travelling days will soon be over