Im A Freeborn Man

G F G C D I'm a freeborn man of the travelling people G Got no fixed abode, with nomads I am numbered D G C G Country lanes and byways were always my ways C G C F G F G I never fancied being lumbered C D Oh, we knew the woods and the resting places G And the small bird sang when winter days were over D G C Then we'd pack our load and be on the road G C G C F G F G Those were good old times for a rover C D Now I've known life hard and I've known it easy G And I've cursed the life when winter days were dawning D G C But I've laughed and sung through the whole night long G C G C F G Seen the summer sun rise in the morning C D There was open ground where a man could linger G For a week or two, for time was not our master D G C Then away you'd jog a-with your horse and dog G C G C F G F G A-nice and easy, no need to go faster C D All you freeborn men of the travelling people G Every tinker, rolling stone and gypsy rover D G C G A-winds of change are blowing, old ways are going C G C F G F G Your travelling days will soon be over