YOUNG TAILOR Capo 3rd fret

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It’s of a brisk young tailor lad this story I’ll relate.
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He lived at an inn called The Ram and the Gate.
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The Ram and the Gate me boy’s is the place where he did dwell.
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And wine and women’s company he loved exceeding well

Chorus

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Oh well Oh well oh well me boys oh well.
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And wine and women’s company he loved exceeding well.

2

One night while he’d been drinking of a glass or two of wine.
Ah being full of drink me boys his face began to shine.
His face began to shine me lads just like the rising sun.
He swore he’d have a bonny lass before the night was done.

Chorus
Was done, was done, was done me boy’s was done.
He swore he’d have a bonny lassBefore the night was done.

3

So he took one upon his knee and he called her his sweet honey.
And while he was a kissing her she was fingering all his money.
She was fingering all his money when the tailor smiled and said,
"if you’ll lend me your petticoat, I’ll dance like a maid.

Chorus

A maid, a maid, ah maid me boy’s a maid.
If you’ll lend me your petticoat, I’ll dance like a maid.

4

So the tailor took his trousers off and a petticoat put on.
He danced a merry dance while the maid she sang a song.
He danced a merry dance while the maid she sang a tune.
She waltzed the tailors britches right out of the room.

Chorus

The room, the room, the room me boys the room.
She waltzed the tailors britches right out of the room.

5

So if ever a poor tailor lad’s been done as I’ve been done.
My gold watch and myBritches and my money are all gone.
I can’t go out dressed up like this, they’llCall me a little flower.
If I ever get my britches back I’ll never dance no more.

Chorus

No more, no more, no more me boys no more.
If I ever get my britches back I’ll never dance no more.

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