Go to [C]sleep my little [F]tinker
Let [G]all your troubles pass you [C]by[G]
[C]For you have no place to [F]camp
Ah [G]that's a tinkers lulla[C]by.
Ever [C]since you were a [F]baby
[G]Cradled in your mothers [C]shawl[G]
The [C]site they said they didn't [F]want
And [G]now you have no home at [C]all
[C]When your mother died and [F]left you
You [G]had to fend all a[C]lone[G]
All [C]in this land of saints and
And [G]still you have not got a [C]home.
Al[C]though your clothes are torn and [F]ragged
[G]And your hair is silvery [C]grey[G]
Some [C]day you'll die
and go to [F]heaven
And [G]you will find a camp ground [C]there.
Repeat 1st verse