(Am)Saunter all down by the old market
You’re (G)bound to find (Em)someone
you (Am)know rightly there.
There’s shops and there’s stalls
of all kinds down the lane
In the (G)Dandelion Market sure (Am)nothing’s
the same. -Am
The (C)buskers are playing gui(G)tars,
Mando(Em)lins and singing their (Am)songs.
The (C)damsels in dist(G)ress,
The (Am)artist he (Em)sketches port(Am)raits.
There are ladies undies on display
The likes I’ve ne’er seen in (Em)my hay day
And to (C)beat it all on a(G)nother stall
You have (Am)copper and (Em)brass on dis(Am)play.
Buy some (C)waffles and fill them with (G)jam,
There’s a (Em)gypsy and she’ll read your (Am)palm
There are (C)boots and there’s plenty of (G)clogs
To fit (Am)all the shapes (Em)that ever (Am)was.
In Betty’s shop things are second time round
If you’re after a swag or to (Em)part with your pound
On (C)every stall you can (G)have a ball
In(Am)side of the (Em)Dandelion (Am)Market.