Хелависа - Running to Paradise

  C#m       Gm
As I came over Windy Gap
     H         F#m
They threw а halfpenny into my cap,
   E         A    H
For I am running to Paradise;
   E           H
And all that I need do is to wish
   F#m           A
And somebody puts his hand into dish
    C#m         Gm
To throw me а bit of salted fish:
    H                  C#m
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;
F# poor life, do what he can,
And though he keep а dog and а gun,
F# serving-maid and а 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 а darling wit"s grown dull
That tossed а 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 а friend
To take my fancy like the wind
That nobody can buy or bind:
And there the king is but as the beggar.