On Morecambe Bay
Christy MooreVersion1
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D-DU-UDU
Out beyond the street lamp's
And the calliope's roar,
Past the wrack and samphire,
Beyond the shore,
I have seen walking through the tide
As the rain cuts through the spray,
Chinese Cockle pickers
On the sands of Morecambe Bay
I stood beside them in the corner shop
And in the market too
I should have spoken to them
Told them everything I knew;
Like our mothers told us
As we went out to play
Never try and race the tide
On the sands of Morecambe Bay
For the tide's the very devil,
It will run you out of breath,
Race you to the sea shore,
Chase you to your death,
Yes the tide's the very devil
And the devil has his day
On the lonley cockle grounds of Morecambe Bay
Saw them sending money orders home
There hard earned pay
Tales of crossing borders
On the road to Morecambe Bay;
Sleeping in crouded rooms
On cold hard floors
Sutch dreamless life
Is not worth dieing for
Now I see them in the distance
Laid out in the morning light,
Migrant workers,
Twenty-three where drowned last night.
Their final phone calls
Half the world had crossed
Between the river esureys
They raced the tide and lost.'
For the tide's the very devil,
It will run you out of breath,
Race you to the sea shore,
Chase you to your death,
Yes the tide's the very devil
And the devil has his day
On the lonley cockle grounds of Morecambe Bay
In Fujian and Xelang
They mourn their next of kin,
Gang masters with snake tattoos,
Call money lones back in
Broken hearted parents
Watch their children stow away,
To die among the
Cockle banks of Morecome Bay
For the tide's the very devil,
And the devil has his day
On the lonley cockle grounds of Morecambe Bay
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Readable chord sheet for On Morecambe Bay by Christy Moore
Out bey[Dm]ond the street lamp's
[Am]And the calliop[A]e's roar,
[Dm]Past the wrack and samphire,
[Am]Beyond the shore,[A]
[Dm]I have seen walking through the tide
[Gm]As the rain cuts through the spray,
[Dm]Chinese Cockle pickers
On the [Am]sands of Morec[A]ambe Bay
I stood[Dm] beside them in the corner shop
[Am]And in the mark[A]et too
[Dm]I should have spoken to them
[Am]Told them everyth[A]ing I knew;
[Dm]Like our mothers told us
[Gm]As we went out to play
[Dm]Never try and race the tide
O[Am]n the sands of[A] Morecambe Bay
For[Dm] the tide's the very devil,
It will [Gm]run you out of breath,
Race you[Dm] to the sea shore,
Chase yo[Am]u to your death, [A]
Yes the t[Dm]ide's the very devil
And the d[Gm]evil has his day
On the lo[Dm]nley cockle gro[Am]unds of [A]Morecam[Dm]be Bay
Saw the[Dm]m sending money orders home
[Am]There hard earned pay [A]
[Dm]Tales of crossing borders
[Am]On the road to Morecambe Bay; [A]
[Dm]Sleeping in crouded rooms
[Gm]On cold hard floors
[Dm]Sutch dreamless life
Is not [Am]worth dieing fo[A]r
Now I s[Dm]ee them in the distance
[Am]Laid out in the mornin[A]g light,
[Dm]Migrant workers,
[Am]Twenty-three where drowned last n[A]ight.
[Dm]Their final phone calls
[Gm]Half the world had crossed
[Dm]Between the river esureys
[Am]They raced the tide and lost.' [A]
For th[Dm]e tide's the very devil,
It will [Gm]run you out of breath,
Race you[Dm] to the sea shore,
Chase yo[Am]u to your death, [A]
Yes the t[Dm]ide's the very devil
And the d[Gm]evil has his day
On the l[Dm]onley cockle gr[Am]ounds of[A] Moreca[Dm]mbe Bay
In Fuji[Dm]an and Xelang
[Am]They mourn their next of kin,
[Dm]Gang masters with snake tattoos,
[Am]Call money lones back in [A]
[Dm]Broken hearted parents
[Gm]Watch their children stow away,
[Dm]To die among the
[Am]Cockle banks of[A] Morec[Dm]ome Bay
For th[Dm]e tide's the very devil,
And the d[Gm]evil has his day
On the l[Dm]onley cockle gr[Am]ounds of[A] Moreca[Dm]mbe Bay