Half Man Half Biscuit - Lord Hereford’s Knob Ukulele Chords

[Opening]
As [D]I camped out one evening to [A]take the midnight [D]air
I heard a maiden grieving from [G]somewhere over [A]there
Who [G]is it you are [D]mourning; for [G]whom do you wear [D]grey?
She [G]said I pine for [D]no one I [E7]just can’t pay my [A7]way.

[section 2]
Ever [G]since the chattering [D]classes in[A]vaded Hebden [D]Bridge
And [G]priced the likes of [D]me and mine to the [E7]pots of the Pennine [A]Ridge
To [G]South East Wales I was [D]forced to flee and [G]now I have no [D]job
That’s why tonight I’m [G]sitting on [A7]top of Lord Hereford’s [D]Knob.

[section 3]
For you I’d waive expenses to [A]try and help you [D]out
For your beauty influences the [G]landscape herea[A]bouts
Look [G]up my betrothed at [D]Three Cocks; be [G]sure she’ll see you [D]right
While [G]I go up to [D]Yorkshire and [E7]there avenge your [A7]plight.

[section 4]
Soon [G]reports were filtering [D]through to me the [A]pair were drowning in [D]bliss
I [G]can’t recall having [D]ever been cuck[E7]olded quite like [A]this
I [G]gave up hope [D]ironically for Lent, [G]
Come [D]see me living in a [G]bivvie if [A7]you’re ever up PenY[D]Ghent.

[section 5]
Although upon reflection I’ve [A]been a trifle [D]green
I still think with affection on [G]everything that’s [A]been
So pre[G]pare that fatted [D]calf and string [G]up the bunting [D]gay
Your [G]brisk and bonny [D]ploughboy is [E7]coming home to[A7]day.
And to[D]night he’ll be sitting on [A]top of Lord Hereford’s [D]Knob.
[A7]Tonight he’ll be sitting on top of Lord Hereford’s Knob.

[section 6]
On [D]touching the trig point [A]I found my thrill
To the [D]east Brokeback Mountain, to the [A]west Benny Hill
I’ll [G]give you the grid ref you [A]might like to go:
[D]S O 2 2 [D]4 3 5 0.
[D]Could this be heaven, would [A]that be the Severn?
[D]Tumpa, Tumpa, you’re [A]gonna need a jumper,
It [D]gets a bit chilly on [A]top of Lord Hereford’s [D]Knob.

[Closing]
To[D]night he’ll be sitting on [A]top of Lord Hereford’s [D]Knob.
[A7]All of our songs sound the [D]same;
Tonight he’ll be sitting on [A7]top of Lord Hereford’s [D]Knob.
I’m [A7]keeping two chevrons ap[D]art;
Tonight he’ll be sitting on [A7]top of Lord Hereford’s [D]Knob.
You’re the [A7]reason why paradise [D]lost;
Tonight he’ll be sitting on [A7]top of Lord Hereford’s [D]Knob.