England
Great Big SeaVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
We 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
we were far from the shores of England
We shipped on board the Maryanne
to find a better life
and we walked across the water
when she broke up on the ice
we came ashore in Carbonear
with nothing but our rights
and I wondered if I e'er again
would see my London Lights
we 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
we were far from the shores of England
far from our native soil
to chase a wish,and to hunt the fish,
and on the rocks to toil
we were far from the shores of England
We spend our days amid the waves
working water, hook and twine
we'd go for weeks with blistered cheeks
waiting for the sun to shine
but as long as the sky hold over us
we will not taste the brine
and we'll curse the cod with the fear of god
as we haul in every line
CHORUS
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Should we find fortune's favour,
and be spared from the gale
we will live off honest labour
with our hearts as big as sails
but if I should die don't bury me
or leave me to the sea
just send my bones back to my home
where my spirit can be free
CHORUS, end on C
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Readable chord sheet for England by Great Big Sea
[C] [C]We were far from the [F]shores of [G5]Englan[C]d [C]Far from our [F]children and w[G5]ives To [F]play our [C]hand in the [G5]Newfound[C]land where the wind cuts [F]like [C]a kn[G5]ife we were [C]far from the [F]shores of [G5]Englan[C]d We [C]shipped on board the [G5]Marya[C]nne to find a [F]better [G5]life and we [F]walked ac[C]ross the [G5]wate[C]r when she broke up [F]on [C]the i[G5]ce we came ashore in Carbonear with nothing but our rights and I wondered if I e'er again would see my London Lights we 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 we were far from the shores of England far from our native soil to chase a wish,and to hunt the fish, and on the rocks to toil we were far from the shores of England We spend our days amid the waves working water, hook and twine we'd go for weeks with blistered cheeks waiting for the sun to shine but as long as the sky hold over us we will not taste the brine and we'll curse the cod with the fear of god as we haul in every line CHORUS |[C] [Dm7] [G]| X2 Should we find fortune's favour, and be spared from the gale we will live off honest labour with our hearts as big as sails but if I should die don't bury me or leave me to the sea just send my bones back to my home where my spirit can be free CHORUS, end on C