Chords for Séan McCann Sings "England" with Great Big Sea
Tempo:
59.5 bpm
Chords used:
F
C
G
Cm
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F] We shipped on board the Mary Ann to find a better [Fm] life
And we walked [F] across the water when she broke up on the ice
We came ashore in carbon air with nothing but our rights
I wondered if high air again [G] would see my [Cm] London line
We [F] were far from the shores of England, far from our children and wives
To play our hand in the Newfoundland where the wind cuts like a knife
[Bb] We were far from the [Cm] shores of England
[F]
We spend our days amid the waves working water hook [C] and to wine
We'll go for weeks [F] with blistered cheeks waiting for the sun [G] to shine
[F] As long as the sky hold over us we will not taste the [C] brine
And we'll curse the cod with [F] the fear of God as we haul in every [Cm] line
We were [F] far from the shores of England, far from our [C] children and wives
To play our hand in the [F] Newfoundland where the wind cuts [C] like a knife
[F] We were far from the shores of England
Far from our [C] native soil to chase a wish and to [F] haunt the fish
And on the [C] rocks to toil [G] we were far from the shores of [F] England
[Bb]
[F] [C] [F]
Should we find fortunes favour and be spared from [C] the gale
We will live off honest [F] labour with our hearts as big as [C] sails
If I should die don't [F] bury me or leave me [C] to the sea
Send my bones back to [F] my home where my spirit can be free
We were far from the shores of [F] England, far from our children [C] and wives
[F] To play our hand in the Newfoundland where the wind cuts like [C] a knife
[G] We were far from the [F] shores of England, far from our [C] native soil
To chase [F] a wish and haunt the fish and on this rock [C] to toil
[G] We were far from the shores of [F] England
And we walked [F] across the water when she broke up on the ice
We came ashore in carbon air with nothing but our rights
I wondered if high air again [G] would see my [Cm] London line
We [F] were far from the shores of England, far from our children and wives
To play our hand in the Newfoundland where the wind cuts like a knife
[Bb] We were far from the [Cm] shores of England
[F]
We spend our days amid the waves working water hook [C] and to wine
We'll go for weeks [F] with blistered cheeks waiting for the sun [G] to shine
[F] As long as the sky hold over us we will not taste the [C] brine
And we'll curse the cod with [F] the fear of God as we haul in every [Cm] line
We were [F] far from the shores of England, far from our [C] children and wives
To play our hand in the [F] Newfoundland where the wind cuts [C] like a knife
[F] We were far from the shores of England
Far from our [C] native soil to chase a wish and to [F] haunt the fish
And on the [C] rocks to toil [G] we were far from the shores of [F] England
[Bb]
[F] [C] [F]
Should we find fortunes favour and be spared from [C] the gale
We will live off honest [F] labour with our hearts as big as [C] sails
If I should die don't [F] bury me or leave me [C] to the sea
Send my bones back to [F] my home where my spirit can be free
We were far from the shores of [F] England, far from our children [C] and wives
[F] To play our hand in the Newfoundland where the wind cuts like [C] a knife
[G] We were far from the [F] shores of England, far from our [C] native soil
To chase [F] a wish and haunt the fish and on this rock [C] to toil
[G] We were far from the shores of [F] England
Key:
F
C
G
Cm
Bb
F
C
G
_ _ _ _ _ [F] We _ _ shipped on board the Mary Ann to find a better [Fm] life
And we walked [F] across the water when she broke up on the ice
We came ashore in carbon air with nothing but our rights
I wondered if high air again [G] would see my [Cm] London line
We [F] were far from the shores of England, far from our children and wives
To play our hand in the Newfoundland where the wind cuts like a knife
[Bb] We were far from the [Cm] shores of England
[F] _ _ _ _
_ _ We spend our days amid the waves working water hook [C] and to wine
We'll go for weeks [F] with blistered cheeks waiting for the sun [G] to shine
[F] As long as the sky hold over us we will not taste the [C] brine
And we'll curse the cod with [F] the fear of God as we haul in every [Cm] line
We were [F] far from the shores of England, far from our [C] children and wives
To play our hand in the [F] Newfoundland where the wind cuts [C] like a knife
[F] We were far from the shores of England
Far from our [C] native soil to chase a wish and to [F] haunt the fish
And on the [C] rocks to toil [G] we were far from the shores of [F] England
_ [Bb] _
_ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Should we find fortunes favour and be spared from [C] the gale
We will live off honest [F] labour with our hearts as big as [C] sails
If I should die don't [F] bury me or leave me [C] to the sea
Send my bones back to [F] my home where my spirit can be free
We were far from the shores of [F] England, far from our children [C] and wives
[F] To play our hand in the Newfoundland where the wind cuts like [C] a knife
[G] We were far from the [F] shores of England, far from our [C] native soil
To chase [F] a wish and haunt the fish and on this rock [C] to toil
[G] We were far from the shores of [F] England _ _
And we walked [F] across the water when she broke up on the ice
We came ashore in carbon air with nothing but our rights
I wondered if high air again [G] would see my [Cm] London line
We [F] were far from the shores of England, far from our children and wives
To play our hand in the Newfoundland where the wind cuts like a knife
[Bb] We were far from the [Cm] shores of England
[F] _ _ _ _
_ _ We spend our days amid the waves working water hook [C] and to wine
We'll go for weeks [F] with blistered cheeks waiting for the sun [G] to shine
[F] As long as the sky hold over us we will not taste the [C] brine
And we'll curse the cod with [F] the fear of God as we haul in every [Cm] line
We were [F] far from the shores of England, far from our [C] children and wives
To play our hand in the [F] Newfoundland where the wind cuts [C] like a knife
[F] We were far from the shores of England
Far from our [C] native soil to chase a wish and to [F] haunt the fish
And on the [C] rocks to toil [G] we were far from the shores of [F] England
_ [Bb] _
_ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Should we find fortunes favour and be spared from [C] the gale
We will live off honest [F] labour with our hearts as big as [C] sails
If I should die don't [F] bury me or leave me [C] to the sea
Send my bones back to [F] my home where my spirit can be free
We were far from the shores of [F] England, far from our children [C] and wives
[F] To play our hand in the Newfoundland where the wind cuts like [C] a knife
[G] We were far from the [F] shores of England, far from our [C] native soil
To chase [F] a wish and haunt the fish and on this rock [C] to toil
[G] We were far from the shores of [F] England _ _