Uist Tramping Song Chords

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Tabbed by Jack Dingler
weaseldog2001@yahoo.com

Uist Tramping Song

Chorus:
       C
       Come along, Come along, let us foot it out together,
            Am           C           F              G
       Come along, Come along, be it fair or stormy weather.
                F               C               Am            F
       With the hills of home before us and the purple of the heather,
              C             Am           F           C
       Let us sing in happy chorus come along! come along!

C
So gaily sings the lark and the sky is awake,
         Am           C               F              G
With the promise of a new day for the road we gladly take.
       F                C               Am              F
So its heel and toe and forward singing fairwell to the town,
        C             Am                F        C
And the welcome that awaits us e're the sun goes down.

Its the call of sea and shore; its the tang of bog and peat,
And the scent of briar and Myrtle that puts magic in our feet.
So its on we go rejoicing, over bracken over stile,
and its soon we will be tramping out the last long mile.