Now I did manage to work out the (very easy) chords for this. But what about "The Bogyeman" - or indeed any other of the early stuff(see my separate post/plea)?

ROCHDALE COWBOY
Never before in the history of mankind has the story been told of those brave frontiersmen who carved out a passage in the Northwest and made it a place fit for heroes to live in.
This is the story of one such man, sausage tosser extraordinaire, his name – Fred Ackroyd.
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It's hard being a cowboy in Rochdale.
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Spurs don't fit right on me clogs.Yee-haa
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Hard being a cowboy in Rochdale,
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Cos people laugh when I ride past on our Alsatian dog.
Almost every night
There's a tripe and cowheel fight
In our local pie and pea saloon,
And poor old Uncle Fred
He spent 18 months in bed
Cos he tried to kiss a girl who's a boy called Sue.
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When the sun shines in the west,
That's the time that I like best,
And I go out punching cows with me brother Jack
And poor old Uncle Fred,
He spent 18 months in bed
Cos he punched one cow and she went and punched him back.
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In the local Temperance bar,
We'd go and have a jar.
There's sarsaparilla and liquorice juice to drink
And poor old Uncle Fred,
He spent 18 months in bed
Cos he supped the stuff they use to clean the sink.
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Yer know when us cowpokes hits town,
We go and horse around
With them good-time girls in the house of Mucky Peg.
When Auntie Kitty found Uncle Fred,
He spent 18 months in bed
Cos you can't run fast with your pants halfway down your legs.
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