Chords:
{t: Thirty Thirsty Throats}
{key: G}
{artist:Tessie OShea}
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-m6GfkkbIM Capo 3
Once the [G] gallant order of the [C] Ukulele [D] Group,
Went for a hike [D] a country [G] hike.
Over hills [G] and over dales [C] and over hedges [G] to
[D] Not one complaining what a gallant [G] crew. [D]
But hobnail [D] boots had made out poor feet sore.
We walked and walked and walked, and then we walked some [D7] more.
[G] Thirty thirsty throats, gosh you should have [D] seen us.
Wilder than the mountain goats, not a drink between [G] us.
Thirty thirsty throats, not a map to guide [D] us,
All the chillis in the world seemed to be inside [G] us..
With [C] grim faced smiles we [G] tramped for miles,
[A] All about us empty bottles, piles and piles and [D] piles.
[G] Thirty thirsty throats full of dust and [D] fury
Would have sold our ukuleles for a bloomin’ [G] brewery.
[G] Now the gallant players of the [C] ukulele [D] group
Won’t walk no more, [D] no sir no [G] more.
With bunions, bumps and bruises on [C] their poor old feet [G] galore
[A] If you mention hiking they lay upon the [D] floor.
[D] They all still love to hike but here’s the rub
They love to take a hike right to the [A] nearest [D] pub.
[G] Thirty thirsty throats, [G] gosh you should have seen [D] us.
Each one worth a million [D] pounds and not a drink between [G] us.
[G] Thirty thirsty throats marching on [D] together.
Each one of us, was praying hard, for some stormy [G] weather.
[C] We couldn’t talk, could [G] hardly walk.
[A] Would have given all we own, to taste a whisky[D] cork.
[G] Thirty thirsty throats feeling kinda [D] hazy.
The two stoogies are OK we’er the ones that’s [G] crazy
[G] Thirty thirsty throats, thirsty boy you [D] said it
We could have drank the camels dry in the bloomin [G] desert.. STOP
