[Intro]
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[Verse]
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When I was a lad, well, I made up me mind
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That I didn't belong to the labouring kind
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Me hands were too good and me body too fine
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And me brain, sure it was even finer
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That to spoil them by working, it seemed such a shame
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So, I learned all I could of this wayfarin' game
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By way of Australia, to New Zealand came
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And hurrah for the swag and the shiner
[Verse]
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Now some folks drink tea, but water's less risky
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And with some it's the sherry or beer makes them frisky
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But give me the Irish and Jamieson's whiskey
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The warmest and best stomach liner
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And many's the infamous trick I've conceived
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And many's the barman that's gladly believed them
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Of many free whiskies, I've often relieved them
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Hurrah for the swag and the shiner
[Verse]
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One day as I tramped with my mate, Gypsie Lee
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He looks down at the road, "A dead sparrow," says he
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"That's a skylark," says I, "And a free drink for me
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If you'll follow the scam of the Shiner"
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"At the next pub we come to," I says, "You wait outside
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But, stand by the door with your ears open wide
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And at the right moment, you comes right inside
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But, you don't know the swag or the shiner"
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Well, at the next shanty, I swear it's a lark
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"That's a sparrow" the barman was heard to remark
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Says I, "I'm so sharp I can tell in the dark
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The difference 'tween Magpies and Minahs"
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"Well, I'll wager a drink all around then" says he
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"That the next man comes in here, a sparrow will see"
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So in comes old Gyp, "Hey, a skylark" says he
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"Free drinks for meself and the shiner"
[Verse]
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Tall houses and mansions, I let them all be
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For it's certain that working each day, ain't for me
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On the road with me swag, every day I am free
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And I pity the navvy and miner
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Now, some folks don't like me, they think I'm a nut
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And, some say I'm lazy 'cause I like the shortcut
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But a regular job keeps a man in a rut
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So hurrah for the swag and the shiner