Running to Paradise

												
   Em           Bm
As I came over Windy Gap
        D              Am
They threw a halfpenny into my cap,
    G             C      D
For I am running to Paradise;
    G                D
And all that I need do is to wish
     Am                C
And somebody puts his hand into dish
      Em              Bm
To throw me a bit of salted fish:
      D                           Em
And there the king is but as the beggar.

My brother Mourteen is worn out
In skelping his big brawling lout,
And I am running to Paradise;
A poor life, do what he can,
And though he keep a dog and a gun,
A serving-maid and a serving-man:
And there the king is but as the beggar.

Poor men have grown to be rich men,
And rich men grown to be poor again,
And I am running to Paradise;
And many a darling wit's grown dull
That tossed a bare heel when at school
Now it has filled an old sock full:
And there the king is but as the beggar.

The wind is old and still at play
While I must hurry upon my way,
For I am running to Paradise;
Yet never have I lit on a friend
To take my fancy like the wind
That nobody can buy or bind:
And there the king is but as the beggar.