Intro 1
(D)Fire, (G)fire, (D)fire down be(A)low
It's (D)fetch a bucket of (G)water, girls
It's (D)fire (A)down be(D)low

Intro 2
(D)Fire in the (G)topmast, (D)fire in the (A)chain
It's (D)fetch a bucket of (G)water, girls
And (D)puts it (A)out a(D)gain

Repeat Intro 1

(A)Little Tim McGuire (A7)loved to play with (D)fire
(A)Always hated water, (A7)never used to (D)wash
Loved the smell of (G)burning, of (A)bonfires (D)burning
(A)Loved to play all (A7)day with his (A)little tinder (D)box
He chased the (G)sparks as they (A)flew into the (D)evening
Hailed the flash of (G)lightning (A)and the burning (D)sun
(A)When I'm a man then I'm (A7)going to be a (D)fireman
(A)Then I can light a (A7)fire for every(D)one -A-A-A7-D

(A)When he was four they (A7)dressed him in a (D)uniform
(A)Sent him to a school with iron (A7)railings all a(D)round
Hated the (G)school and the (A)rules and the (D)railings
T(A)ook his little (A7)tinder box and (A)burnt it to the (D)ground
Oh how he (G)laughed and (A)danced in the (D)firelight
Oh how he (G)laughed as the (A)flames leapt to the (D)sky
(A)When I'm a man I'm (A7)going to be a (D)fireman
(A)Keep a bonfire burning un(A7)til the day I (D)die -A-A-A7-D

(A)When McGuire grew older they (A7)made him wear a (D)bowler
(A)Set him to work in an (A7)office in the (D)town
Hated the (G)pens and the (A)pins and the (D)papers
(A)Had just one am(A7)bition, to (A)burn the office (D)down
Little Tim Mc(G)Guire (A)loved to play with (D)fire
Loved the blaze of (G)roses and the (A)golden (D)grain
(A)Loved the leaves of autumn, the (A7)red leaves of (D)autumn
(A)Loved a slender girl with a (A7)smile like a (D)flame -A-A-A7-D

(A)The judge said at his trial, Your be(A7)haviour has been (D)vile,

You're a (A)menace to society though (A7)you may think you're (D)big
You have to go to (G)prison - and (A)then, what a com(D)motion
For (A)smoke and fire were (A7)pouring (A)from the judge's (D)wig
Oh how he (G)laughed and (A)danced in the (D)courtroom
We took him (G)down and locked him in the (A)darkness of the (D)cell
(A)Never saw the sun or heard the (A7)songbirds (D)calling
(A)Saw the prison bars and (A7)heard the prison (D)bell -A-A-A7-D

Then (A)early one morning just (A7)as the day was (D)dawning
A (A)great wheel of fire spun (A7)skywards from the (D)jail
The iron bars (G)melted, the (A)stone walls (D)crumbled
(A)No one in the (A7)prison (A)lived to tell the (D)tale
No one ever (G)found Tim Mc(A)Guire's little (D)tinder box
No one ever (G)found a (A)trace of Tim Mc(D)Guire
(A)Perhaps he's up in heaven setting (A7)light to angels' (D)halos
Per(A)haps he's down in hell (A7)dancing round the (D)fire

(A)Little Tim McGuire (A7)loved to play with (D)fire
(A)Always hated water, (A7)never used to (D)wash
Loved the smell of (G)burning, of (A)bonfires (D)burning
(A)Loved to play all (A7)day with his (A)little tinder (D)box

Repeat Intro 1