G
There's a piercing wintry breeze
        C                  G
Blowing through the budding trees
                                   D
And I button up my coat to keep me warm
        G
But the days are on the mend
        C           G
And I'm on the road again
                        D                G
With my fiddle snuggled close beneath my arm

[ Chorus ]
       G
I've a fine, felt hat
      C              D
And a strong pair of brogues
       G           D
I have rosin in my pocket for my bow
     G
O my fiddle strings are new
         C                 D
And I've learned a tune or two
        G                D               G
So, I'm well prepared to ramble and must go

[Verse 2]

       G
I'm as happy as a king
       C                 G
When I catch a breath of spring
                                         D
And the grass is turning green as winter ends
        G
And the geese are on the wing
        C                 G
And the thrushes start to sing
                                       D
And I'm headed down the road to see my friends

[ Chorus ]
       G
I've a fine, felt hat
      C              D
And a strong pair of brogues
       G           D
I have rosin in my pocket for my bow
     G
O my fiddle strings are new
         C                 D
And I've learned a tune or two
        G                D               G
So, I'm well prepared to ramble and must go

[Verse 3]

       G 
I have friends in every town
     C             G
As I ramble up and down
                                    D
Making music at the markets and the fairs
            G
Through the donkeys and the creels
        C              G
And the farmers making deals
                                      D
And the yellow headed tinkers selling wares

[ Chorus ]
       G
I've a fine, felt hat
      C              D
And a strong pair of brogues
       G           D
I have rosin in my pocket for my bow
     G
O my fiddle strings are new
         C                 D
And I've learned a tune or two
        G                D               G
So, I'm well prepared to ramble and must go

[Verse 4]

         G
Here's a health to one and all
       C              G
To the big and to the small
                                       D
To the rich and poor alike and foe and friends
         G
And when I return again
        C                   G
May our foes have turned to friends
                                        D
And may peace and joy be with you until then

[ Chorus ]
       G
I've a fine, felt hat
      C              D
And a strong pair of brogues
       G           D
I have rosin in my pocket for my bow
     G
O my fiddle strings are new
         C                 D
And I've learned a tune or two
        G                D               G
So, I'm well prepared to ramble and must go