Intro: G-C-C-C-F-C-G-C

 

(C)Come stroll for a while through my memory (F)and I'll (C)tell you of times long (G)ago (G7)

When we (C)walked to school Summer and Winter,(F) bare(C)foot through the (G)fields we would (C)go (?)

I re(C)member our little thatched (F)cottage (Am)and the (C)half-door led into the (G)hall (G7)

The (C)crane o'er the fire in the kitchen (F)and the (C)grandfather (G)clock on the (C)wall (?)

 

Chorus

Oh (C)the stout it was cured with a (F)po(Am)ker and (C)poitin they said cured the (G)flu (G7)

The (C)bacon it hung from the ceiling, (F)sure this (C)story I (G7)tell you is (C)true. (?)

 

We (C)went in the trap to mass Sundays (F)and (C)Grandad would wear his best (G)hat (G7)

The (C)priest would recite from the altar (F)and the (C)women in (G)different seats (C)sat (?)

Match(C)making was part of tra(F)dition (Am)and the (C)rambling house filled up at (G)night (G7)

When the (C)tailor would tell the ghost stories, (F)oh the (C)children would (G)shiver with (C)fright. (?)

 

Chorus

Repeat Intro

 

I re(C)member the sound of the anvil (F)and the (C)burning horse-hoof we would (G)smell (G7)

As we (C)passed the forge door in the evening (F)with (C)water we (G)fetched from the (C)well (?)

We (C)spancelled the cows before (F)milking, (Am)tied the (C)horse to the wall through the (G)shoe (G7)

His (C)collar and hames, his winkers and (F)reins, the (C)harness we (G)kept it like (C)new (?)

  

Chorus

 

For (C)miles to the fair in the darkness (F)with our (C)animals we walked with de(G)light (G7)

When the (C)wheeling and dealing was over, (F)every (C)one waited (G)on for the (C)fight (?)

Now I (C)hope that in telling this (F)sto(Am)ry I (C)haven't detained you too (G)long (G7)

For (C)there is so much more I must tell you, (F) - (C)some day in (G)some other (C)song. (?)

 

Chorus

(F)sure this (C)story I (G7)tell you is (C)true

Song Words Without The Chords 

Come stroll for a while through my memory and I'll tell you of times long ago

When we walked to school Summer and Winter, barefoot through the fields we would go

I remember our little thatched cottage and the half-door led into the hall

The crane o'er the fire in the kitchen and the grandfather clock on the wall

 

Chorus

Oh the stout it was cured with a poker and poitin they said cured the flu

The bacon it hung from the ceiling, sure this story I tell you is true.

 

We went in the trap to mass Sundays and Grandad would wear his best hat

The priest would recite from the altar and the women in different seats sat

Matchmaking was part of tradition and the rambling house filled up at night

When the (C)tailor would tell the ghost stories, oh the children would shiver with fright.

 

Chorus

 

I remember the sound of the anvil and the burning horse-hoof we would smell

As we passed the forge door in the evening with water we fetched from the well

We spancelled the cows before milking, tied the horse to the wall through the shoe

His collar and hames, his winkers and reins, the harness we kept it like new

  

Chorus

 

For miles to the fair in the darkness with our animals we walked with delight

When the wheeling and dealing was over, every one waited on for the fight

Now I hope that in telling this story I haven't detained you too long

For there is so much more I must tell you,  - some day in some other song.

 

Chorus

sure this story I tell you is true

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