Chords for Farewell to My Fishing Days
Tempo:
120.75 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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As
[D]
[G]
the day draws to an end, it's [C] lamp lighting [C] time [G] again.
On the islands cradled by the ocean [D]
blue, gentle [G]
breezes from the sea,
[C] brings a message home [G] to me, that my life out on [D] the ocean now [G] is through.
Oh, when I was just a lad, [C] I'd go fishing with [G] my dad.
With jigger we would fish until
[D] sundown, [G] bright and early every morn.
[C] Just as sure as you [G] were born, it was off again [D] out to the [G] fishing ground.
When the dawn broke in the sky, [C] and the sea was [G] raging high,
the islands they would disappear [D]
from view.
[G] Tossing wildly to and fro,
o [C]'er the mighty [G] waves we'd go, in our little [D] boat out on the briny blue.
We were happy then and free, [C] to make a living from [G] the sea.
But little did we know the time would [D] come, when [G] a way of life would end.
[C] For the inshore [G] fishermen, catching cod [D] and salmon on [G] the run,
[C]
[G]
[D]
[G]
[C]
[G]
an abundance was at hand [C] on the banks [G] of Newfoundland,
and the banks just off the coast of [D]
Labrador.
But [G] the dragger and his crew, [C] took away from me [G] and you,
a way of life we [D] loved [G]
forevermore.
Dragging through the briny deep, [C] from the ocean floor [G] they'd sweep,
the many tons of cod fish large [D] and small.
There [G] were warning signs each day, [C] but the bureaucrats [G] would say,
the stocks are high, [D] there's plenty for [G] us all.
But their greed and disrespect, left this [C] province in [G] a wreck.
We've nothing left, they've taken it [D]
away.
Now [G] our fishing days are o'er, [C] with the boats upon [G] the shore.
I'll bid farewell [D] to my good old fishing [G]
days.
Now our fishing days are o'er, [C] with the boats upon [G] the shore.
I'll bid farewell [D] to my good old fishing [G]
days.
[C]
[G]
[D] [G]
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[D]
[G]
the day draws to an end, it's [C] lamp lighting [C] time [G] again.
On the islands cradled by the ocean [D]
blue, gentle [G]
breezes from the sea,
[C] brings a message home [G] to me, that my life out on [D] the ocean now [G] is through.
Oh, when I was just a lad, [C] I'd go fishing with [G] my dad.
With jigger we would fish until
[D] sundown, [G] bright and early every morn.
[C] Just as sure as you [G] were born, it was off again [D] out to the [G] fishing ground.
When the dawn broke in the sky, [C] and the sea was [G] raging high,
the islands they would disappear [D]
from view.
[G] Tossing wildly to and fro,
o [C]'er the mighty [G] waves we'd go, in our little [D] boat out on the briny blue.
We were happy then and free, [C] to make a living from [G] the sea.
But little did we know the time would [D] come, when [G] a way of life would end.
[C] For the inshore [G] fishermen, catching cod [D] and salmon on [G] the run,
[C]
[G]
[D]
[G]
[C]
[G]
an abundance was at hand [C] on the banks [G] of Newfoundland,
and the banks just off the coast of [D]
Labrador.
But [G] the dragger and his crew, [C] took away from me [G] and you,
a way of life we [D] loved [G]
forevermore.
Dragging through the briny deep, [C] from the ocean floor [G] they'd sweep,
the many tons of cod fish large [D] and small.
There [G] were warning signs each day, [C] but the bureaucrats [G] would say,
the stocks are high, [D] there's plenty for [G] us all.
But their greed and disrespect, left this [C] province in [G] a wreck.
We've nothing left, they've taken it [D]
away.
Now [G] our fishing days are o'er, [C] with the boats upon [G] the shore.
I'll bid farewell [D] to my good old fishing [G]
days.
Now our fishing days are o'er, [C] with the boats upon [G] the shore.
I'll bid farewell [D] to my good old fishing [G]
days.
[C]
[G]
[D] [G]
[N]
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_ _ _ _ _ As _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ the day draws to an end, it's [C] lamp lighting [C] time [G] again.
_ On the islands cradled by the ocean [D]
blue, _ _ _ _ gentle [G]
breezes from the sea,
_ [C] brings a message home [G] to me, that my life out on [D] the ocean now [G] is through.
_ _ _ _ Oh, when I was just a lad, [C] I'd go fishing with [G] my dad. _
With jigger we would fish until _
[D] _ sundown, _ _ _ [G] bright and early every morn.
_ [C] Just as sure as you [G] were born, it was off again [D] out to the [G] fishing ground.
_ When _ the dawn broke in the sky, [C] and the sea was [G] raging high, _ _
the islands they would disappear _ [D]
from view.
_ _ _ _ [G] Tossing wildly to and fro,
o [C]'er the mighty [G] waves we'd go, in our little [D] boat out on the briny blue.
_ _ _ _ We were happy then and free, _ [C] to make a living from [G] the sea. _ _
But little did we know the time would [D] come, _ _ _ when [G] a way of life would end.
_ [C] For the inshore [G] fishermen, _ _ _ catching cod [D] and salmon on [G] the run, _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ an abundance was at hand _ [C] on the banks [G] of _ Newfoundland,
_ and the banks just off the coast of _ [D]
Labrador.
_ _ _ _ But [G] the dragger and his crew, _ [C] took away from me [G] and you,
_ a way of life we [D] loved _ [G]
forevermore.
_ _ _ _ _ Dragging through the briny deep, [C] from the ocean floor [G] they'd sweep,
_ the many tons of cod fish large [D] and small.
_ _ _ _ There [G] were warning signs each day, [C] but the bureaucrats [G] would say,
_ the stocks are high, [D] there's plenty for [G] us all.
_ _ _ _ But their greed and disrespect, _ left this [C] province in [G] a wreck. _
We've nothing left, they've taken it [D]
away.
_ _ _ _ Now [G] our fishing days are o'er, [C] with the boats upon [G] the shore.
_ I'll bid farewell [D] to my good old fishing [G]
days.
_ _ _ _ Now our fishing days are o'er, [C] with the boats upon [G] the shore.
_ I'll bid farewell [D] to my good old fishing [G]
days. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _
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_ _ _ _ _ As _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ the day draws to an end, it's [C] lamp lighting [C] time [G] again.
_ On the islands cradled by the ocean [D]
blue, _ _ _ _ gentle [G]
breezes from the sea,
_ [C] brings a message home [G] to me, that my life out on [D] the ocean now [G] is through.
_ _ _ _ Oh, when I was just a lad, [C] I'd go fishing with [G] my dad. _
With jigger we would fish until _
[D] _ sundown, _ _ _ [G] bright and early every morn.
_ [C] Just as sure as you [G] were born, it was off again [D] out to the [G] fishing ground.
_ When _ the dawn broke in the sky, [C] and the sea was [G] raging high, _ _
the islands they would disappear _ [D]
from view.
_ _ _ _ [G] Tossing wildly to and fro,
o [C]'er the mighty [G] waves we'd go, in our little [D] boat out on the briny blue.
_ _ _ _ We were happy then and free, _ [C] to make a living from [G] the sea. _ _
But little did we know the time would [D] come, _ _ _ when [G] a way of life would end.
_ [C] For the inshore [G] fishermen, _ _ _ catching cod [D] and salmon on [G] the run, _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ an abundance was at hand _ [C] on the banks [G] of _ Newfoundland,
_ and the banks just off the coast of _ [D]
Labrador.
_ _ _ _ But [G] the dragger and his crew, _ [C] took away from me [G] and you,
_ a way of life we [D] loved _ [G]
forevermore.
_ _ _ _ _ Dragging through the briny deep, [C] from the ocean floor [G] they'd sweep,
_ the many tons of cod fish large [D] and small.
_ _ _ _ There [G] were warning signs each day, [C] but the bureaucrats [G] would say,
_ the stocks are high, [D] there's plenty for [G] us all.
_ _ _ _ But their greed and disrespect, _ left this [C] province in [G] a wreck. _
We've nothing left, they've taken it [D]
away.
_ _ _ _ Now [G] our fishing days are o'er, [C] with the boats upon [G] the shore.
_ I'll bid farewell [D] to my good old fishing [G]
days.
_ _ _ _ Now our fishing days are o'er, [C] with the boats upon [G] the shore.
_ I'll bid farewell [D] to my good old fishing [G]
days. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _
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