Chords for Fairport Convention - Mercy Bay

I'll start off with a song that's set in the frozen wastes of Northwest Canada, a place called Mercy Bay. _
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_ _ _ _ _ Ten thousand pounds of rice was set to find the Northwest passage.
Go [F] down!
_ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] So many ships have tried and yet the ice floors will not let [F] them through.
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1850 was the year we sailed out of Flint.
Go [F] down!
_ _ _ [C] _ _ On [G] a mighty ship with a little fear, steel in our hull and all [F] our parts.
_ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] We set a course for old Cape Horn and out across the ocean.
Go down!
_ _ _ [C] _ _ [G] I worked and I watched us go home while many a man had his [F] dream.
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[G] From Bering Strait to the Beaufort Sea, the air was growing colder.
Go down!
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[G] A sea like rock in a mighty freeze, this winter we'll just have to [F] stay.
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[G] And the snow _ came down from an _ endless [Eb] _ sky to [Em] the [C] gods on high.
[G] I didn't pray, _ _ _ _ _ trying to _ _ shepherd _ _
[Cm] [Eb] from these _ roads. _ _
But [Em] let's [C] be homeward _ bound.
[G] Find a way. _ _ _ _ _
_ Summer came and the waters moved and the wind blew and our freedom.
Go [F] down!
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_ [G] The end of the strait had not improved, but north of Banks I'll needn't steer.
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_ _ [G] Crushed and held by the frozen cold in a candlelit prison.
[F] Go down!
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_ [Gm] With a [G] hot meal with its weight in gold, a cure says we mustn't give in. _ _ _
But the snow _ came down from [Eb] an endless _ sky [G] to [C] the gods on high.
[G] I didn't pray, _ trying _ _ to _ shepherd _ from _ [Cm] [G] these [A] roads.
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But [C] let's be _ _ homeward bound.
[G] Find a way. _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ [G] Months go by and we walk and sleep, Russians get it small.
But [F] go down!
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_ [G] It's enough to make a grown man weep, for the ice won't be melting this [F] year.
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_ [G] But he'll set out for the Melville Isle in search of our salvation.
Go [F] down!
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_ [G] And he's pulled up, spirit mile on mile, made up for him landing [F] this year.
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_ [G] In April 1853, the Resolute sailed.
Go down!
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_ [G] And at Melville Isle he found a note, that told of our place and [F] our flight.
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_ We left that ship in the frozen cold, we bared the poor men who [C] died. _ _ _
_ [G] Three mountains looked out to the sea, the names written copper on wood.
_ [C] And _ _ [G] we _ sailed [Gm] away _ [Eb] from the northern _ _ star, [C] back to _ _ England's [G] green once more. _ _ _ _
_ Hail Denia, _ _ Saint [Eb] Christ, by our _ _ MPs first, [C] and ten _ thousand _ pounds [Gm] _ reward.
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Go down! _ _ _ _ _
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Go down! _ _ _ _ _
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Thank _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
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_ _ _ you _ _ _ _ very much.
Jerry Conway on drums.
Right. _ _
_ Chris Leslie, author.
_ Eat right.
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