Chords for Privateering - Mark Knopfler

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_ _ _ Beyond my private tears, see how trim she lies, To every man a lucky hand, and every
man a prize.
I live to ride the ocean, the [Eb] mighty world [Bb] around, _ [Cm] To take a little [G] plunder [Bb] and to hear
the cannon sound, [Ab] To lay with pretty women, to drink [Bb] my dear wine,
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_ [F] _ _ _ To hear the rollers thunder [Bb] on a shore that is in [Cm] my private tears.
Oh, we welcome _ _ [F] Privateer Red, we _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _
welcome.
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[Cm] The _ _ _ people on your manor are treated worse than scum,
I'm no flogging captain and by God I'll sail with some.
Come with me to Barbary, [Eb] we'll ply there up [Bb] and down,
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Not quite [Bb] exactly in the service of the crown, [Ab] To lay with [Eb] pretty women, to drink [Bb] my dear
wine, _
_ [F] _ _ _ To hear the rollers thunder [Bb] on a shore that
is [Cm] in my private tears.
Oh, we welcome _ [C] _ _ [F] Privateer Red, _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _
we welcome.
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_ _ _ _ _ Looky there's my privateer, she's small but she can sting,
Licensed to take prizes with a letter from the king.
I love the streets and taverns of [Eb] her pretty [Bb] father's town,
I tip [Cm] my hat to the dark eyed [Bb] ladies as we're sallying up [Cm] and down,
[Ab] To lay with [Eb] pretty women, to drink my [Bb] dear wine, _
_ [F] _ _ _ To [C] hear the rollers thunder [Bb] on a shore that is [Cm] in my private tears.
Oh, we welcome _ _ _ [C] Privateer Red, _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _
we welcome.
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_ _ _ _ _ Britannia needs her privateers each time she goes to war,
Death to all her enemies, though prizes matter more.
Come with me to Barbary, [Eb] we'll ply there up [Bb] and down,
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Not quite [Bb] exactly in the service [Cm] of the crown, [Ab] To lay with [Eb] pretty women, to [Bb] drink my dear
wine, _
_ [F] _ _ _ To [D] hear the rollers thunder [Bb] on a shore that
is in [Cm] my private tears.
Oh, we welcome _ _ _ [C] Privateer Red, we _ _ _ _ _ _ _ welcome.
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_ _ _ _ _ Britannia needs her _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ privateers _ _ _ _ _ _ _ each time she goes to war,
Death to all her enemies, [Cm] _ _ though prizes matter more.
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