St Brendans Way

{tuning: Standard (EADGBE)}
Chords:   [D]      xx0232

{section: Intro}
{sot}[D] [A] [G] [A] [D]
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B----7-7-7-----------------------7-7h8-10-8-7-----8-8h10------------------|
G--7-------7-7-----------6-7---7----------------7-------------------------|
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E-------------------------------------------------------------------------|{eot}

{section: Verse 1}
[D]Our fortunes are fle[A]eting[G] and our pa[A]ssage in st[D]eer, and God knows if I'll
pe[A]rish[G] in my 2[A]5th y[D]ear.  [Bm]In this ship full of sc[A]urvy[G] with my b[A]ride in my
h[D]and.  But I shall kiss her te[A]nderly[G] in the [A]great Newfo[D]undland.

{section: Chorus}
And it's [Bm]lov[A]e [G]that we follow[Bm] to[A]da[G]y if we [Bm]dar[A]e [G]follow[A] St. Brendan'[D]s Way

{sot}{Along with chords in chorus}
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B------3-----3-----3-----------3-----3-----3-----------3-----3-----3------|
G----4-----4-----4-----------4-----4-----4-----------4-----4-----4--------|
D--4-----2-----4-----------4-----2-----4-----------4-----2-----4----------|
A-------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E-------------------------------------------------------------------------|{eot}

{sot}E--10-10-10-10------------------------------------------------------------|{eot}
B--10-10-10-10--etc-------------------------------------------------------|
{sot}G---9--9--9--9------------------------------------------------------------|{eot}

{section: Verse 2}
Our fathers were tillers and our mothers knew chance,
and we've tasted hunger in Ireland and France.
And these seeds of misfortune, St. Bartholemew's Day,
shall be drowned in the new world chosen St Brendan's way.

{section: Chorus}
And it's [Bm]hop[A]e.[G]..

[Em]There's a light [G]shining down [Bm]on you to[A]night.  [Em]A siren call, [G]a harbour town, [A]a
northern light.

{section: Solo}
{sot}replay intro, and add...]
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E-------------------------------------------------------------------------|{eot}

{section: Verse 3}
A curse on the Union Jack, on it's empire and lance.
And I'll piss on the troubled head of King Charles in France.
But that's all behind us now, a thousand miles away.
And nothing can match the beauty in the sight of Gaspé.

{section: Chorus}
And it's [Bm]hop[A]e.[G]..

{section: Verse 4}
There's salt on your naked skin and there's salt in my tears,
and without you I'd pass away under these privateers.
But that baby inside you is the work of our hand,
a child of the revolution and a free thinking man.

{section: Chorus}
And it's [Bm]lov[A]e.[G]..

[Outro is the same as the picking notes in chorus]