Chords for Ewan MacColl & A.L. Lloyd - Row Bullies Row (sea chantey)
Tempo:
118.95 bpm
Chords used:
F#
C#
B
D#m
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#] [C#] [F#]
From Liverpool to Frisco [B] a-roving [C#] I went, [F#] for to [C#] stay in that [F#] country it was my intent.
But girls and strong whisky [C#] like other [F#] damn fools, I soon was transported back to [D#m] Liverpool [F#] singing Ro.
[B] Ro [C#] pull this [F#m] Ro, them Liverpool [C#] girls [F#] they have got us in tow.
I shipped on the Alaska [B] line out [C#] in the bay, [F#] [C#] waiting for a fair [F#] wind to get [D#m] [F#] underway.
The [C#] sailors all [F#] drunk and their backs [G#] is [F#] all sore, their whisky's [C#] all [F#] gone and they [D#m] can't get no more [F#] singing Ro.
[B] Ro pull [C#] this [F#] Ro, them [G#] Liverpool girls [F#] they have got us in tow.
Along comes the mate [B] with his jacket [C#] of blue, [F#] [C#] looking for work [F#] for the sailors to do.
It's jipped up so loud, [C#] yet he loudly [F#] does Ro, saying lay off Paddy you son [D#m] of a whore, [F#] singing Ro.
[B] Ro [C#] pull this Ro, [F#] them Liverpool [C#] girls they [F#] have got us in tow.
One night off Cape Horn [B] we were crossing [C#] the line, [F#] when I think on it now sure we had [C#] a good time.
[F#] She was diving bows [D#m] under the sailors all [F#] wet, she was [C#] doing twelve knots [F#] with her main [D#m] skysail [C#] set, [F#] singing Ro.
[B] Ro [C#] pull this Ro, [F#] them [G#] Liverpool [F#] girls they have got us in tow.
His health to our [B] captain, where'er he [C#] may be, [F#m] he's a friend [C#] to the [F#] sailors on land or on sea.
But as for our [C#] first mate that [D#m] dirty old [F#] brute, I hope when he dies straight to hell [D#m] he'll sky-hoot, [F#] singing Ro.
[B] [C#] Ro pull this [F#] Ro, them Liverpool girls they have got us in tow.
And now we're arrived [B] at the [C#] Bramley moor dock, [F#m] where the [C#] fair maids and [F#] lasses around us will clock.
Me whisky's all [C#] gone and me six [D#m] quid [F#] advance, and I think it's [C#] high time [F#] for to get [D#m] up and dance, [F#] singing Ro.
[B] Ro [C#] pull this Ro, [F#] them Liverpool [C#] [F#] girls they have got us in tow.
[N]
From Liverpool to Frisco [B] a-roving [C#] I went, [F#] for to [C#] stay in that [F#] country it was my intent.
But girls and strong whisky [C#] like other [F#] damn fools, I soon was transported back to [D#m] Liverpool [F#] singing Ro.
[B] Ro [C#] pull this [F#m] Ro, them Liverpool [C#] girls [F#] they have got us in tow.
I shipped on the Alaska [B] line out [C#] in the bay, [F#] [C#] waiting for a fair [F#] wind to get [D#m] [F#] underway.
The [C#] sailors all [F#] drunk and their backs [G#] is [F#] all sore, their whisky's [C#] all [F#] gone and they [D#m] can't get no more [F#] singing Ro.
[B] Ro pull [C#] this [F#] Ro, them [G#] Liverpool girls [F#] they have got us in tow.
Along comes the mate [B] with his jacket [C#] of blue, [F#] [C#] looking for work [F#] for the sailors to do.
It's jipped up so loud, [C#] yet he loudly [F#] does Ro, saying lay off Paddy you son [D#m] of a whore, [F#] singing Ro.
[B] Ro [C#] pull this Ro, [F#] them Liverpool [C#] girls they [F#] have got us in tow.
One night off Cape Horn [B] we were crossing [C#] the line, [F#] when I think on it now sure we had [C#] a good time.
[F#] She was diving bows [D#m] under the sailors all [F#] wet, she was [C#] doing twelve knots [F#] with her main [D#m] skysail [C#] set, [F#] singing Ro.
[B] Ro [C#] pull this Ro, [F#] them [G#] Liverpool [F#] girls they have got us in tow.
His health to our [B] captain, where'er he [C#] may be, [F#m] he's a friend [C#] to the [F#] sailors on land or on sea.
But as for our [C#] first mate that [D#m] dirty old [F#] brute, I hope when he dies straight to hell [D#m] he'll sky-hoot, [F#] singing Ro.
[B] [C#] Ro pull this [F#] Ro, them Liverpool girls they have got us in tow.
And now we're arrived [B] at the [C#] Bramley moor dock, [F#m] where the [C#] fair maids and [F#] lasses around us will clock.
Me whisky's all [C#] gone and me six [D#m] quid [F#] advance, and I think it's [C#] high time [F#] for to get [D#m] up and dance, [F#] singing Ro.
[B] Ro [C#] pull this Ro, [F#] them Liverpool [C#] [F#] girls they have got us in tow.
[N]
Key:
F#
C#
B
D#m
F#m
F#
C#
B
[F#] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ From Liverpool to Frisco [B] a-roving [C#] I went, [F#] for to [C#] stay in that [F#] country it was my intent.
But girls and strong whisky [C#] like other [F#] damn fools, I soon was transported back to [D#m] Liverpool [F#] singing Ro.
_ [B] Ro [C#] pull this [F#m] Ro, them Liverpool [C#] girls [F#] they have got us in tow.
_ _ _ _ I shipped on the Alaska [B] line out [C#] in the bay, [F#] [C#] waiting for a fair [F#] wind to get [D#m] [F#] underway.
The [C#] sailors all [F#] drunk and their backs [G#] is [F#] all sore, their whisky's [C#] all [F#] gone and they [D#m] can't get no more [F#] singing Ro.
_ _ [B] Ro pull [C#] this [F#] Ro, them [G#] Liverpool girls [F#] they have got us in tow.
_ _ _ _ Along comes the mate [B] with his jacket [C#] of blue, [F#] [C#] looking for work [F#] for the sailors to do.
It's jipped up so loud, [C#] yet he loudly [F#] does Ro, saying lay off Paddy you son [D#m] of a whore, [F#] singing Ro.
_ [B] Ro [C#] pull this Ro, [F#] them Liverpool [C#] girls they [F#] have got us in tow.
_ _ _ _ One night off Cape Horn [B] we were crossing [C#] the line, [F#] when I think on it now sure we had [C#] a good time.
[F#] She was diving bows [D#m] under the sailors all [F#] wet, she was [C#] doing twelve knots [F#] with her main [D#m] skysail [C#] set, [F#] singing Ro.
_ [B] Ro [C#] pull this Ro, [F#] them [G#] Liverpool [F#] girls they have got us in tow.
_ _ _ His health to our [B] captain, where'er he [C#] may be, [F#m] he's a friend [C#] to the [F#] sailors on land or on sea.
But as for our [C#] first mate that [D#m] dirty old [F#] brute, I hope when he dies straight to hell [D#m] he'll sky-hoot, [F#] singing Ro.
_ _ [B] [C#] Ro pull this [F#] Ro, them Liverpool girls they have got us in tow.
_ _ _ _ And now we're arrived [B] at the [C#] Bramley moor dock, [F#m] where the [C#] fair maids and [F#] lasses around us will clock.
Me whisky's all [C#] gone and me six [D#m] quid [F#] advance, and I think it's [C#] high time [F#] for to get [D#m] up and dance, [F#] singing Ro.
_ [B] Ro [C#] pull this Ro, [F#] them Liverpool [C#] [F#] girls they have got us in tow.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ From Liverpool to Frisco [B] a-roving [C#] I went, [F#] for to [C#] stay in that [F#] country it was my intent.
But girls and strong whisky [C#] like other [F#] damn fools, I soon was transported back to [D#m] Liverpool [F#] singing Ro.
_ [B] Ro [C#] pull this [F#m] Ro, them Liverpool [C#] girls [F#] they have got us in tow.
_ _ _ _ I shipped on the Alaska [B] line out [C#] in the bay, [F#] [C#] waiting for a fair [F#] wind to get [D#m] [F#] underway.
The [C#] sailors all [F#] drunk and their backs [G#] is [F#] all sore, their whisky's [C#] all [F#] gone and they [D#m] can't get no more [F#] singing Ro.
_ _ [B] Ro pull [C#] this [F#] Ro, them [G#] Liverpool girls [F#] they have got us in tow.
_ _ _ _ Along comes the mate [B] with his jacket [C#] of blue, [F#] [C#] looking for work [F#] for the sailors to do.
It's jipped up so loud, [C#] yet he loudly [F#] does Ro, saying lay off Paddy you son [D#m] of a whore, [F#] singing Ro.
_ [B] Ro [C#] pull this Ro, [F#] them Liverpool [C#] girls they [F#] have got us in tow.
_ _ _ _ One night off Cape Horn [B] we were crossing [C#] the line, [F#] when I think on it now sure we had [C#] a good time.
[F#] She was diving bows [D#m] under the sailors all [F#] wet, she was [C#] doing twelve knots [F#] with her main [D#m] skysail [C#] set, [F#] singing Ro.
_ [B] Ro [C#] pull this Ro, [F#] them [G#] Liverpool [F#] girls they have got us in tow.
_ _ _ His health to our [B] captain, where'er he [C#] may be, [F#m] he's a friend [C#] to the [F#] sailors on land or on sea.
But as for our [C#] first mate that [D#m] dirty old [F#] brute, I hope when he dies straight to hell [D#m] he'll sky-hoot, [F#] singing Ro.
_ _ [B] [C#] Ro pull this [F#] Ro, them Liverpool girls they have got us in tow.
_ _ _ _ And now we're arrived [B] at the [C#] Bramley moor dock, [F#m] where the [C#] fair maids and [F#] lasses around us will clock.
Me whisky's all [C#] gone and me six [D#m] quid [F#] advance, and I think it's [C#] high time [F#] for to get [D#m] up and dance, [F#] singing Ro.
_ [B] Ro [C#] pull this Ro, [F#] them Liverpool [C#] [F#] girls they have got us in tow.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
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