Key: F Verse 1: Lord Summerisle F Gm Am Dm There was a tinker lived of late, who walked the streets of Rye Bb Gm+5 A Dm He bore his pack upon his back, patches and plugs did cry F G7 C Am "Oh, I have brass within my bag, my hammer's full of metal Bb G C F And as to skill, I well can clout and mend a broken kettle" C Miss Rose F Gm Am Dm A maiden did this tinker meet, and to him boldly say Bb Gm+5 A Dm "For sure my kettle hath much need, if you will pass my way" F G7 C Am She took the tinker by the hand and led him to her door Bb G C F Says she, "My kettle I will show, and you can clout it sure"
Chorus: F G7 C Am For patching and plugging is his delight Bb Gm C F His work goes forward, day and night Lord Summerisle F Gm Am Dm "Fair maid," says he, "your kettle's cracked, the cause is plainly told: Bb Gm A Dm Thеre hath so many nails been drove mine own could not takе hold" Verse 4: F G7 C Am Says she, "It hath endured some knocks, and more it may, I know Bb G C F I’m sure a large, large nail will hold if it was struck in so" Chorus: F G7 C Am For patching and plugging is his delight Bb Gm C F His work goes forward, day and night
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