(G7 g g# a bb b c)
  
     C                                 G7
  A wandering minstrel I--a thing of shreds and patches, 
                                        C    D7    G (7)
  Of ballads, songs and snatches, and dreamy lullaby! 
  My catalogue is long, through every passion ranging, 
                                   C      7      F  (Fm  C)
  And to your humours changing I tune my supple song! 
                Dm  G7  C
  I tune my su---pple song!
  
  F            Bb  F      C          7         F
  Are you in sentimental mood, I'll sigh with you, 
  Bb +    A7      (Bb+:xx0332)
  O-----h, sorrow! 
  F  Ab°      F         C7            F      C7   F
  On maiden's coldness do you brood, I'll do so, too-- 
  Bb   +       A7 Dm
  Oh, sorrow, sorrow! 
         Bb                F7                          Bb
  I'll charm your willing ears with songs of lovers' fears, 
         7            F       Ab°?    F 
  While sympathetic tears, my cheeks bedew! 
  E°    A7        Dm  
  Oh, sorrow, sorrow!
  (F repeated, F7 repeated)
          Bb
  But if patriotic sentiment is wanted, 
                                  Cm
  I've patriotic ballads cut and dried; 
  For where'er our country's banner may be planted, 
       F7                         Bb
  All other local banners are defied ! 
       D                               A7
  Our warriors, in serried ranks assembled, 
          D                                A7
  Never quail--or they conceal it if they do-- 
             Bb                                7
  |: And I shouldn't be surprised if nations trembled 
     Eb               Bb                  F  7 Bb    (Bb Eb Bb Ebm Bb F7 Bb: bb bb, a a, g g, a g f f, a g f f, eb d; )
  Before the mighty troops, the troops of Titipu! :|
  (D G)
       G 
  And if you call for a song of the sea, 
         D          7       G
  We'll heave the capstan round,   
  With a yeo heave ho, for the wind is free, 
        D         G    D               G
  Her anchor's a-trip and her helm's a-lee, 
    Em             A7       D    (A7 D, A7 D, G Em D)
  Hurrah for the homeward bound!
  
  (With a yeo heave ho, Hurrah for the homeward bound!)
  
     B°              E7                 Am                  D 7
  To lay aloft in a howling breeze, may tickle a landsman's taste, 
            G  C           G                        C          G
  But the happiest hour a sailor sees Is when he's down at an inland town, 
            D                                   G     D   7      G
  With his Nancy on his knees, yeo ho! And his arm around her waist!  
  
         B°              E7               Am               D 7
  (Then man the capstan off we go as the fiddler swings us round
        G     C            G                 C         G
  With yeo heave-ho and a rum below, hurrah for the homeward bound
          F                  A7
  With a yeo heave-ho, and a rum below 
      D        (7)                                            G
  Yeo-ho, heave-ho, yeo-ho, heave-ho, heave-ho, heave-ho, yeo-ho)
  
     C                                  G7
  A wandering minstrel I--a thing of shreds and patches, 
                                        C     7    F  (Fm)
  Of ballads, songs and snatches, and dreamy lullaby!
        C         G  C G     G7  C
  And dreamy lulla lullaby, lulaby!