Navy Boots On

	  		
 

Intro: C 

verse 1: 
                           F             C 
I'm a bold Irish navvy who worked on the line 
                                    F         G 
And the first place I worked was Newcastle-on-Tyne 
    C                         F           G 
But through a misfortune that happened in fun 
    C                       F           C 
I remember the night I'd me navvy boots on 


verse 2: 
                               F             C 
When the day's work was over I shaved off me beard 
                          F           G 
To meet the young lady, I was well prepared 
       C                      F            G 
For to meet the young lady, I then hurried down 
      C                          F           C 
And I met her that night with me navvy boots on 


verse 3: 
                                 F            C 
When I knocked on her window, my knock it was low 
                                 F             G 
When I knocked on her window, my knock she did know 
    C                          F           G 
She jumped out of bed crying, "Is that you John?" 
          C                         F           C 
"Well, it even it is, love, with me navvy boots on" 


verse 4: 
                               F        C 
Then she opened the door and invited me in 
                                F         G 
"Come up to the fire, love, and warm your skin" 
          C                            F               G 
Well, her room door being open and the blankets turned down 
  C                       F           C 
I jumped into bed with me navvy boots on 


VERSE 5: 
                                F             C 
It was all of that night we did sport and did play 
                             F            G 
Never thinking of time as it soon passed away 
         C                          F           G 
Then she leaped out of bed crying, "What have I done? 
        C                           F           C 
For the child will be born with his navvy boots on" 


VERSE 6: 
                           F          C 
I chastised me love so for talking so wild 
                                 F            G 
"Ya foolish young girl, you will never have a child" 
    C                         F            G 
For all that I, ditched her, 'twas only in fun 
       C                     F           C 
Then I ran like hell with me navvy boots on 


VERSE 7: 
                             F           C 
It was very soon after I was summoned to court 
                            F         G 
To pay for me sins there as every man ought 
       C                     F           G 
I give ten bob a week now to pay for the fun 
       C                      F           C 
That I had that night with me navvy boots on