Chords for The Cumberland Crew

Oh, shipmates, come rally and join in my ditty
Of a terrible battle that happened of _ late
Let each good Union tarsh shed a tear of sad pity
As he listens to the once gallant Cumberland's fate
_ It was the eighth day of March, oh, this terrible story
And many a tower to this world bade adieu
But a flag it was wrapped in a mantle of glory
By the heroic deeds of the Cumberland's crew
_ [Em] On that ill-fated [Am] day about ten in the morning
The sky it was clear and bright shone the sun _
[Em] The drums of the [Am] Cumberland sounded [Bm] a warning
Fitting each gallant's stand [Am] by his guard
_ An iron man bring her down on his head bearing
[Dm] While high in the air her rebel flag [Am] flew
A [Em] penance of treason she proudly was waving
[G] Determined to conquer the [Am] Cumberland's crew
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So a noble ship fired her [Am] guns dreadful [Em] thunder
Her broadsides [N] like hail _ _
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