The Travelling People Song lyrics and guitar chords

 Written by Ewan McColl and a big hit for The Dubliners with Luke Kelly on vocals, also recorded by Johnny McEvoy and by The Pogues. The first version of the chords is by The Dubliners with the guitar chords fitting the youtube video, the second version is by Liam Clancy using the same chords as the video.The sheet music is included.

THE TRAVELING PEOPLE-The Dubliners with Luke Kelly No Capo

I’m [C]a freeborn man of the [F]travelling [G]people,
Got no fixed abode with nomads I am [C]numbered,
Country [G]lanes and by [C]ways were always [F]my [C]way,
I’ve [F]never [C]fancied [F]being [Bb]lum[C]bered.

Well we knew the woods and the [F]resting [G]places,
And the small bird sang when winter time was [C]over
Then we'd [G]pack our load and be [C]on the [F]road,
[C]Those were [F]good old [C]times [F]for the [Bb]ro[C]ver.

In the open ground you could [F]stop and [G]linger,
For a week or two for time was not your [C]master,
Then a[G]way you'd jog with your [C]horse and [F]dog,
[C]Nice and [F]easy [C]no need [F]to go [Bb]fas[C]ter.

And sometimes we’d meet up [F]with other [G]people
Hear the news or else swap friendly infor[C]mation
At the [G]country fair, we’d be [C]meeting [F]there
[C]All the [F]people [C]of the [F]travelling [Bb]na[C]tion

I've made willow creels and the [F]heather [G]besoms
And I've even done some begging and some [C]hawkin'
And I've [G]lain there spent wrapped up [C]in my [F]tent
[C]And I've [F]listened [C]to the [F]old folks [Bb]talk[C]ing

All you freeborn men of the [F]travelling [G]people,
Every tinker, rolling stone and gypsy [C]rover,
Winds of [G]change are blowing, old [C]ways are [F]going,
[C]Your tra[F]velling [C]days will [F]soon be [Bb]o[C]ver.

I’m [C]a freeborn man of the [F]traveling [G]people,
Got no fixed abode with nomads I am [C]numbered,
Country [G]lanes and by [C]ways were always [F]my [C]way,
I [F]never [C]fancied [F]being [Bb]lum[C]bered.

I’m *[G]*a freeborn man of the *[C]*traveling *[D7]*people,
Got no fixed abode with nomads I have *[G]*wandered
Country *[D7]*lanes and by *[G]*ways were always *[C]*my *[G]*ways,
I *[C]*never *[G]*fancied *[C]* being *[F]*lum*[G]*bered.


Oh we knew the woods and the *[C]*resting *[D7]*places,
And a small bird sang when winter days were *[G]*over
Then we'd *[D7]*pack our loads and be *[G]*on the *[C]*road,
*[G]*Those were *[C]*good old *[G]*days *[C]*for a *[F]*ro*[G]*ver.


There was open ground where a *[C]*man could *[D7]*linger,
For a week or two for time was not our *[G]*master,
Then a*[D7]*way you'd jog with your *[G]*horse and *[C]*dog,
*[G]*Nice and *[C]*easy *[G]*no need *[C]*to go *[F]*fas*[G]*ter.


Now I've known life hard and I've *[C]*known life *[D7]*easy,
And I've cursed the life when winter days were *[G]*dawning,
But I've *[D7]*laughed and sung through the *[G]*whole night *[C]*long,
*[G]*Seen the *[C]*summer *[G]*sunrise *[C]*in the *[F]*morn*[G]*ing.


All you freeborn men of the *[C]*travelling *[D7]*people,
Every tinker, rolling stone and gypsy *[G]*rover,
Winds of *[D7]*change are blowing, *[G]*old ways are *[C]*go*[G]*ing,
Your *[C]*travelling *[G]*days will *[C]*soon be *[F]*o*[G]*ver.