Chords for Great Big Sea - The Mermaid [Live]
Tempo:
92.6 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
Em
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
One, two, three, four.
See some bands would practice before the show.
In case you're wondering, this is the mermaid dance.
When I was a lad in a fishing town, [G] no man said to [D] me,
You could spend your life, [B] your jolly life, [Em] just sailing on [A] the sea.
You [D] could search the world for pretty girls, [G] till your eyes are weak [F#] and dim.
[G] But don't go searching [Bm] for a [G] mermaid's son if you don't [D] know how to swim.
[G] Because her hair was green [D] as seaweed, [G] her skin was blue [D] and pale.
[G] Her face, it was [D] a work of [G] art.
I loved that [D] girl with all my [G] heart, but I only [D] liked the [Bm] younger part.
[G] I [D] did not like the tail.
[A] [G] [D]
[G] [A] [D] [A] [G] [D]
[G] [A]
[Em] [D] Shipped on board a sailing [G] ship, very first [D] day at sea.
I seen the mermaid [Bm] in the [E] waves, reaching [A] up to me.
[D] Come live with me in the sea, said [G] she.
Down on the ocean [F#m] floor, [G] I'll show you a [Bm] million wondrous [G] things you've [A] never [D] seen before.
So over I jumped and she pulled me down, [G] down to her [D] seaweed bed.
With a pillow [Bm] made of a tortoise [E] shell, she placed [A] beneath my head.
[D] She fed me shrimp and [G] caviar upon a [F#m] silver dish.
[G] From her head to her [D] waist, she was just my [G] taste, but the [A] rest of her [D] was a fish.
[G] And her hair was [D] green as seaweed, [G] her skin was [D] blue and pale.
[G] Her face, it [D] was a work of art.
[G] I loved [D] that girl with all [G] my heart, but I only [D] liked the younger [B] part.
[G] I did [A] not [D] like the tail.
[A] [G] [D] [G] [D]
[A] [G] [D] [G] [D]
[A] [G] [D] [Em] [D]
[A] [G] [A]
[Em] [D] Then one day she swam away, [G] swam to the [D] Cairns and the whales.
How I miss [Bm] her seaweed [E] hair and the silver [A] shine of her scales.
[D] Then her sister, she swam [G] by, set [E] my heart [F#m] a [F#]-whirl.
[N]
Cause her upper part was an ugly fish, but her bottom part was [D] a girl!
[G] And her hair was [D] green as seaweed, [G] her skin was [D] blue and pale.
[G] Her face, it [D] was a work of art.
[G] I loved that [D] girl with all [G] my heart, and I don't give a damn [D] about the upper [Em] part.
[G] Cause that's [D] how I get my ta-
[A] [G] [D] [G] [D]
[A] [G] [D] [G] [D]
[G] [D] [G] [A] [D]
[A] [Em] [D] [G] [A]
Rhymey!
[F] [A]
[N] Thank you very much.
You're very kind.
Truly, truly a confusing song.
Yes, very confusing indeed.
Fish, not just for Fridays anymore.
Some people have fish as many as three or four times a week.
If you're from Newfoundland, that number can soar to 18.
For breakfast.
Breaded or poached.
It is truly a difficult thing when you're touring on the road, on a bus with nine or ten guys for a long time.
And you're-
It's very hard.
Does it get hard on the road?
And you're given the options of combining fish and woman, you know.
You start to think about the possibilities.
Sean actually bought five or six copies of our record, you know, cause it has the fish-woman combinations on the front and the back.
And he started cutting them in half and rearranging them to make millions of fish-woman combinations.
Sometimes it made me hungry.
Grand song.
Well sung.
So we sat down, I don't know, a couple of years ago when we were doing the Something Beautiful record.
And we decided that we'd do a musical portrait of Newfoundland Labrador.
Yes, cause we're from a place that has that many songs and we can do that.
We definitely could have sang or recorded a whole album of songs about mermaids.
Or certainly about ones that fell through ice or horses that fell through ice.
As it turns out.
Or probably we could have done a whole record about murderous pirates.
But we thought, what we tried to do mostly was do a bit of a musical portrait of the whole province.
And we knew there was a bunch of great songs from the west coast of Newfoundland.
And they were, yeah.
And it's a beautiful part of Newfoundland.
And you should go, when you get a chance to go to Newfoundland, [G#] go over to the Humber Valley and over to Corner [N] Brook and Cross Morn.
It's a beautiful part.
And there's a long tradition there of men working in the woods and driving logs up and down the great rivers of the midwestern part of Newfoundland.
And no doubt they'd sing themselves to sleep with tunes like this one.
This is called The River Driver's Lament.
[D#]
One, two, three, four.
See some bands would practice before the show.
In case you're wondering, this is the mermaid dance.
When I was a lad in a fishing town, [G] no man said to [D] me,
You could spend your life, [B] your jolly life, [Em] just sailing on [A] the sea.
You [D] could search the world for pretty girls, [G] till your eyes are weak [F#] and dim.
[G] But don't go searching [Bm] for a [G] mermaid's son if you don't [D] know how to swim.
[G] Because her hair was green [D] as seaweed, [G] her skin was blue [D] and pale.
[G] Her face, it was [D] a work of [G] art.
I loved that [D] girl with all my [G] heart, but I only [D] liked the [Bm] younger part.
[G] I [D] did not like the tail.
[A] [G] [D]
[G] [A] [D] [A] [G] [D]
[G] [A]
[Em] [D] Shipped on board a sailing [G] ship, very first [D] day at sea.
I seen the mermaid [Bm] in the [E] waves, reaching [A] up to me.
[D] Come live with me in the sea, said [G] she.
Down on the ocean [F#m] floor, [G] I'll show you a [Bm] million wondrous [G] things you've [A] never [D] seen before.
So over I jumped and she pulled me down, [G] down to her [D] seaweed bed.
With a pillow [Bm] made of a tortoise [E] shell, she placed [A] beneath my head.
[D] She fed me shrimp and [G] caviar upon a [F#m] silver dish.
[G] From her head to her [D] waist, she was just my [G] taste, but the [A] rest of her [D] was a fish.
[G] And her hair was [D] green as seaweed, [G] her skin was [D] blue and pale.
[G] Her face, it [D] was a work of art.
[G] I loved [D] that girl with all [G] my heart, but I only [D] liked the younger [B] part.
[G] I did [A] not [D] like the tail.
[A] [G] [D] [G] [D]
[A] [G] [D] [G] [D]
[A] [G] [D] [Em] [D]
[A] [G] [A]
[Em] [D] Then one day she swam away, [G] swam to the [D] Cairns and the whales.
How I miss [Bm] her seaweed [E] hair and the silver [A] shine of her scales.
[D] Then her sister, she swam [G] by, set [E] my heart [F#m] a [F#]-whirl.
[N]
Cause her upper part was an ugly fish, but her bottom part was [D] a girl!
[G] And her hair was [D] green as seaweed, [G] her skin was [D] blue and pale.
[G] Her face, it [D] was a work of art.
[G] I loved that [D] girl with all [G] my heart, and I don't give a damn [D] about the upper [Em] part.
[G] Cause that's [D] how I get my ta-
[A] [G] [D] [G] [D]
[A] [G] [D] [G] [D]
[G] [D] [G] [A] [D]
[A] [Em] [D] [G] [A]
Rhymey!
[F] [A]
[N] Thank you very much.
You're very kind.
Truly, truly a confusing song.
Yes, very confusing indeed.
Fish, not just for Fridays anymore.
Some people have fish as many as three or four times a week.
If you're from Newfoundland, that number can soar to 18.
For breakfast.
Breaded or poached.
It is truly a difficult thing when you're touring on the road, on a bus with nine or ten guys for a long time.
And you're-
It's very hard.
Does it get hard on the road?
And you're given the options of combining fish and woman, you know.
You start to think about the possibilities.
Sean actually bought five or six copies of our record, you know, cause it has the fish-woman combinations on the front and the back.
And he started cutting them in half and rearranging them to make millions of fish-woman combinations.
Sometimes it made me hungry.
Grand song.
Well sung.
So we sat down, I don't know, a couple of years ago when we were doing the Something Beautiful record.
And we decided that we'd do a musical portrait of Newfoundland Labrador.
Yes, cause we're from a place that has that many songs and we can do that.
We definitely could have sang or recorded a whole album of songs about mermaids.
Or certainly about ones that fell through ice or horses that fell through ice.
As it turns out.
Or probably we could have done a whole record about murderous pirates.
But we thought, what we tried to do mostly was do a bit of a musical portrait of the whole province.
And we knew there was a bunch of great songs from the west coast of Newfoundland.
And they were, yeah.
And it's a beautiful part of Newfoundland.
And you should go, when you get a chance to go to Newfoundland, [G#] go over to the Humber Valley and over to Corner [N] Brook and Cross Morn.
It's a beautiful part.
And there's a long tradition there of men working in the woods and driving logs up and down the great rivers of the midwestern part of Newfoundland.
And no doubt they'd sing themselves to sleep with tunes like this one.
This is called The River Driver's Lament.
[D#]
Key:
D
G
A
Em
Bm
D
G
A
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ One, two, three, four. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ See some bands would practice before the show. _
_ _ In case you're wondering, this is the mermaid dance. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ When I was a lad in a fishing town, [G] no man said to [D] me,
You could spend your life, [B] your jolly life, [Em] just sailing on [A] the sea.
You [D] could search the world for pretty girls, [G] till your eyes are weak [F#] and dim.
[G] But don't go searching [Bm] for a [G] mermaid's son if you don't [D] know how to swim.
[G] Because her hair was green [D] as seaweed, [G] her skin was blue [D] and pale.
[G] Her face, it was [D] a work of [G] art.
I loved that [D] girl with all my [G] heart, but I only [D] liked the [Bm] younger part.
[G] I [D] did not like the tail.
[A] _ [G] _ [D] _
_ [G] _ [A] _ [D] _ _ [A] _ [G] _ [D] _
[G] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ [D] Shipped on board a sailing [G] ship, very first [D] day at sea.
I seen the mermaid [Bm] in the [E] waves, reaching [A] up to me.
[D] Come live with me in the sea, said [G] she.
Down on the ocean [F#m] floor, [G] I'll show you a [Bm] million wondrous [G] things you've [A] never [D] seen before.
So over I jumped and she pulled me down, [G] down to her [D] seaweed bed.
With a pillow [Bm] made of a tortoise [E] shell, she placed [A] beneath my head.
[D] She fed me shrimp and [G] caviar upon a [F#m] silver dish.
[G] From her head to her [D] waist, she was just my [G] taste, but the [A] rest of her [D] was a fish.
[G] And her hair was [D] green as seaweed, [G] her skin was [D] blue and pale.
[G] Her face, it [D] was a work of art.
[G] I loved [D] that girl with all [G] my heart, but I only [D] liked the younger [B] part.
[G] I did [A] not [D] like the tail.
[A] _ [G] _ [D] _ _ [G] _ [D] _ _
_ [A] _ [G] _ [D] _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _
_ [A] _ [G] _ [D] _ _ [Em] _ [D] _ _
_ [A] _ [G] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] [D] Then one day she swam away, [G] swam to the [D] Cairns and the whales.
How I miss [Bm] her seaweed [E] hair and the silver [A] shine of her scales.
[D] Then her sister, she swam [G] by, set [E] my heart [F#m] a _ _ _ [F#]-whirl.
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ _ Cause her upper part was an ugly fish, but her bottom part was [D] a girl!
[G] And her hair was [D] green as seaweed, [G] her skin was [D] blue and pale.
[G] Her face, it [D] was a work of art.
[G] I loved that [D] girl with all [G] my heart, and I don't give a damn [D] about the upper [Em] part.
[G] Cause that's [D] how I get my ta-
[A] _ [G] _ [D] _ _ [G] _ [D] _ _
_ [A] _ [G] _ [D] _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ [G] _ [A] _ [D] _ _
_ [A] _ [Em] _ [D] _ [G] _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ Rhymey!
[F] _ _ [A] _ _
[N] _ Thank you very much. _ _ _ _
You're very kind. _ _ _ _ _
_ Truly, truly a confusing song.
Yes, very confusing indeed.
Fish, not just for Fridays anymore. _ _
_ _ _ Some people have fish as many as three or four times a week.
_ _ _ _ _ If you're from Newfoundland, that number can soar to 18.
_ _ For breakfast.
Breaded or poached. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ It is truly a difficult thing when you're touring on the road, on a bus with nine or ten guys for a long time.
And you're-
It's very hard.
Does it get hard on the road? _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ And you're given the options of combining fish and woman, you know.
You start to think about the possibilities.
Sean actually bought five or six copies of our record, you know, cause it has the fish-woman combinations on the front and the back.
And he started cutting them in half and rearranging them to make millions of fish-woman combinations.
_ _ Sometimes it made me hungry.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Grand song.
Well sung. _ _ _
_ _ So we sat down, I don't know, a couple of years ago when we were doing the Something Beautiful record.
And we decided that we'd do a musical portrait of Newfoundland Labrador.
Yes, cause we're from a place that has that many songs and we can do that.
We definitely could have sang or recorded a whole album of songs about mermaids.
Or certainly about ones that fell through ice or horses that fell through ice.
_ As it turns out.
Or probably we could have done a whole record about murderous pirates.
_ But we thought, what we tried to do mostly was do a bit of a musical portrait of the whole province.
And we knew there was a bunch of great songs from the west coast of Newfoundland.
And they were, yeah.
And it's a beautiful part of Newfoundland.
And you should go, when you get a chance to go to Newfoundland, [G#] go over to the Humber Valley and over to Corner [N] Brook and Cross Morn.
It's a beautiful part.
_ _ And there's a long tradition there of men working in the woods and driving logs up and down the great rivers of the midwestern part of Newfoundland.
And no doubt they'd sing themselves to sleep with tunes like this one.
This is called The River Driver's Lament.
_ [D#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ One, two, three, four. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ See some bands would practice before the show. _
_ _ In case you're wondering, this is the mermaid dance. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ When I was a lad in a fishing town, [G] no man said to [D] me,
You could spend your life, [B] your jolly life, [Em] just sailing on [A] the sea.
You [D] could search the world for pretty girls, [G] till your eyes are weak [F#] and dim.
[G] But don't go searching [Bm] for a [G] mermaid's son if you don't [D] know how to swim.
[G] Because her hair was green [D] as seaweed, [G] her skin was blue [D] and pale.
[G] Her face, it was [D] a work of [G] art.
I loved that [D] girl with all my [G] heart, but I only [D] liked the [Bm] younger part.
[G] I [D] did not like the tail.
[A] _ [G] _ [D] _
_ [G] _ [A] _ [D] _ _ [A] _ [G] _ [D] _
[G] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ [D] Shipped on board a sailing [G] ship, very first [D] day at sea.
I seen the mermaid [Bm] in the [E] waves, reaching [A] up to me.
[D] Come live with me in the sea, said [G] she.
Down on the ocean [F#m] floor, [G] I'll show you a [Bm] million wondrous [G] things you've [A] never [D] seen before.
So over I jumped and she pulled me down, [G] down to her [D] seaweed bed.
With a pillow [Bm] made of a tortoise [E] shell, she placed [A] beneath my head.
[D] She fed me shrimp and [G] caviar upon a [F#m] silver dish.
[G] From her head to her [D] waist, she was just my [G] taste, but the [A] rest of her [D] was a fish.
[G] And her hair was [D] green as seaweed, [G] her skin was [D] blue and pale.
[G] Her face, it [D] was a work of art.
[G] I loved [D] that girl with all [G] my heart, but I only [D] liked the younger [B] part.
[G] I did [A] not [D] like the tail.
[A] _ [G] _ [D] _ _ [G] _ [D] _ _
_ [A] _ [G] _ [D] _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _
_ [A] _ [G] _ [D] _ _ [Em] _ [D] _ _
_ [A] _ [G] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] [D] Then one day she swam away, [G] swam to the [D] Cairns and the whales.
How I miss [Bm] her seaweed [E] hair and the silver [A] shine of her scales.
[D] Then her sister, she swam [G] by, set [E] my heart [F#m] a _ _ _ [F#]-whirl.
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ _ Cause her upper part was an ugly fish, but her bottom part was [D] a girl!
[G] And her hair was [D] green as seaweed, [G] her skin was [D] blue and pale.
[G] Her face, it [D] was a work of art.
[G] I loved that [D] girl with all [G] my heart, and I don't give a damn [D] about the upper [Em] part.
[G] Cause that's [D] how I get my ta-
[A] _ [G] _ [D] _ _ [G] _ [D] _ _
_ [A] _ [G] _ [D] _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ [G] _ [A] _ [D] _ _
_ [A] _ [Em] _ [D] _ [G] _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ Rhymey!
[F] _ _ [A] _ _
[N] _ Thank you very much. _ _ _ _
You're very kind. _ _ _ _ _
_ Truly, truly a confusing song.
Yes, very confusing indeed.
Fish, not just for Fridays anymore. _ _
_ _ _ Some people have fish as many as three or four times a week.
_ _ _ _ _ If you're from Newfoundland, that number can soar to 18.
_ _ For breakfast.
Breaded or poached. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ It is truly a difficult thing when you're touring on the road, on a bus with nine or ten guys for a long time.
And you're-
It's very hard.
Does it get hard on the road? _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ And you're given the options of combining fish and woman, you know.
You start to think about the possibilities.
Sean actually bought five or six copies of our record, you know, cause it has the fish-woman combinations on the front and the back.
And he started cutting them in half and rearranging them to make millions of fish-woman combinations.
_ _ Sometimes it made me hungry.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Grand song.
Well sung. _ _ _
_ _ So we sat down, I don't know, a couple of years ago when we were doing the Something Beautiful record.
And we decided that we'd do a musical portrait of Newfoundland Labrador.
Yes, cause we're from a place that has that many songs and we can do that.
We definitely could have sang or recorded a whole album of songs about mermaids.
Or certainly about ones that fell through ice or horses that fell through ice.
_ As it turns out.
Or probably we could have done a whole record about murderous pirates.
_ But we thought, what we tried to do mostly was do a bit of a musical portrait of the whole province.
And we knew there was a bunch of great songs from the west coast of Newfoundland.
And they were, yeah.
And it's a beautiful part of Newfoundland.
And you should go, when you get a chance to go to Newfoundland, [G#] go over to the Humber Valley and over to Corner [N] Brook and Cross Morn.
It's a beautiful part.
_ _ And there's a long tradition there of men working in the woods and driving logs up and down the great rivers of the midwestern part of Newfoundland.
And no doubt they'd sing themselves to sleep with tunes like this one.
This is called The River Driver's Lament.
_ [D#] _ _