Oops, an error
Loading. Please wait.

Lord Herefords Knob ukulele

188 views 1 this week
no commentswrite comment
1 2 3 4 5
3 more votes to show rating
add to favorites
×
Save as Personal and add changes to this tab that will be seen only by you. Learn more ›
×
You can save this tab as Personal to edit and correct it or add notes. All changes will be seen only by you. Learn more »
launch autoscroll
font size
0
reset
transpose
0
reset
simplify chords
display chords
guitar tuner
edit
Autoscroll
slow
fast
+/-
esc
set tempo
stop
Strumming
There is no strumming pattern for this song yet. and get +5 IQ
   E                           B                 E
As I camped out one evening to take the midnight air
                               A              B
I heard a maiden grieving from somewhere over there
    A             E             A                E
Who is it you are mourning; for whom do you wear grey?
    A               E          F#                B7
She said I pine for no one - I just can't pay my way.
     A                    E         B            E
Ever since the chattering classes invaded Hebden Bridge
    A                   E                  F#                  B
And priced the likes of me and mine to the pots of the Pennine Ridge
   A                      E                  A             E
To South East Wales I was forced to flee and now I have no job
                       A          B7                     E
That's why tonight I'm sitting on top of Lord Hereford's Knob.

                              B                E
For you I'd waive expenses to try and help you out
                               A              B
For your beauty influences the landscape hereabouts
     A                  E               A                   E
Look up my betrothed at Three Cocks; be sure she'll see you right
      A          E             F#                B7
While I go up to Yorkshire and there avenge your plight.
     A                      E                 B                     E
Soon reports were filtering through to me the pair were drowning in bliss
  A                   E            F#                B
I can't recall having ever been cuckolded quite like this
  A              E                  A
I gave up hope ironically for Lent,
     E                  A         B7                   E
Come see me living in a bivvie if you're ever up Pen-Y-Ghent.

                              B             E
Although upon reflection I've been a trifle green
                                A                 B
I still think with affection on everything that's been
      A                E        A                     E
So prepare that fatted calf and string up the bunting gay
     A               E            F#            B7
Your brisk and bonny ploughboy is coming home today.
      E                         B                      E     B7
And tonight he'll be sitting on top of Lord Hereford's Knob.
  E                         B                      E     B7
Tonight he'll be sitting on top of Lord Hereford's Knob.

   E                       B
On touching the trig point I found my thrill
       E                               B
To the east Brokeback Mountain, to the west Benny Hill
     E                           B
I'll give you the grid ref - you might like to go:
E    B
SO2 24350.
E                           B     
Could this be heaven, would that be the Severn?
E                      B
Twampa, Twampa, you're gonna need a jumper,
   E                    B                      E      B7
It gets a bit chilly on top of Lord Hereford's Knob.
  E                         B                      E
Tonight he'll be sitting on top of Lord Hereford's Knob.
B7                         E
All of our songs sound the same;
                            B7                     E
Tonight he'll be sitting on top of Lord Hereford's Knob.
    B7                    E
I'm keeping two chevrons apart;
                            B7                     E
Tonight he'll be sitting on top of Lord Hereford's Knob.
           B7                  E
You're the reason why paradise lost;
                            B7                     E
Tonight he'll be sitting on top of Lord Hereford's Knob.

            
            
Suggest correction
Creating personal tab
Creating personal tab
You can edit any tab online and save it as your Personal.

You can edit, replace or remove any tab part or add personal notes – all changes will be seen only by you.

Personal tabs can be accessed anytime from any device, even offline.
Learn more »
Give kudos to tab author, rate the tab!
1 2 3 4 5
comments
print report bad tab
guest
Wanna post a correction for this tab? Suggest correction