B       Bsus4         G5       C7
Trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro'
            A
you have no word
B               Bsus4
trip, trip to a dream dragon
B                    Bsus4
hide your wings in a ghost tower
B                   Bsus4               B
sails crackiling at ev'ry plate we break
B                           Bb
cracked by scattered needles 
A
little minute gong
A
coughs and clears his throat
A
madam you see before you stand
A
hey ho, never be still
A
the old original favourite gran
A
grasshoppers green herbarian band
A                            F#7(add F)
and the tune they play in us confide...
B          Bsus4         G5       C7
so trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro'
            A
you have no word
F#              F#sus4
Please leave us here
F#        F#sus4      F#sus4(add A) Bsus4
close our eyes to the octopus       ride!
F#                  F#sus4
Isn't it good to be lost in the wood
F#              F#sus4              F#   G(3rd fret)
isn't it bad so quiet there, in the wood
Ab                  Absus4
twenty even less to me than I thought
       Ab                     Absus4
with a honey plough of yellow prickly seeds
Ab                    Absus4         Bsus4(add Bb)
clover honey pots and mystic shining feed...
B                               Bsus4
well, the madcap laughed at the man on the border
G5      C7
hey ho, huff the talbot
B                        Bsus4
Cheetah he cried shouted kangaroo
   B                       Bsus4
so through their tree they cried
F#              F#sus4
Please leave us here
F#        F#sus4      F#sus4(add a)  Bsus4
close our eyes to the octopus        ride!
B                         Bsus4
The madcap laughed at the man on the border
G5      C7
hey ho, huff the talbot
B                           Bsus4
the winds they blew and the leaves did wag
B                        Bsus4
and they'll never put me in their bag
B                       Bsus4
the seas will reach and always see
B                  Bsus4
so high you go, so low you creep
B                     Bsus4
the winds it blows in tropical heat
B                         Bsus4
the drones they throng on mossy seats
B                       Bsus4
the squeaking door will always creep
B                      Bsus4
two up, two down we'll never meet
   B                Bsus4
so merrily trip for good my side
F#              F#sus4
Please leave us here
F#        F#sus4      F#sys4(add A)  Bsus4
close our eyes to the octopus        ride!