Devil Down Below chords by Gaelic Storm

Gaelic Storm - Devil Down Below
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    Tabbed by Owen Tosh
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Submitted to GTE by: Lordie


capo @ 3rd Fret


Intro:
Em   Bm   D    Em
Em   Bm   Em   Em

   Em                            Bm              Em
I used to be a fisherman, on the icy crests we'd ride
        Em                        G       A     Em
Like a banshee on the wind, we'd sail the ocean wide.
          G                          D
From the shoals of Yarmouth bay to Newfoundland we'd go
          C                  D
and we'd shout, shout, shout, shout at the Devil down below


Em  Bm


    Em                           Bm                Em
Out to the snows of Greenland, into the screaming gale
 Em                  G      A        Em
Out into the storm chasing down the whale
 G                           D
When the harpoon struck the mighty fish would pull
          C                  D
and we'd shout, shout, shout, shout at the Devil down below


Em  Bm


        Em                            Bm            Em
In our bunks we'd find no solace, no comfort just remorse
      Em                           G      A       Em
We'd curse at the bad fortune that set us on this course
 G                                  D
Gathered 'round the lamplight we'd sing both high and low
          C                  D
and we'd shout, shout, shout, shout at the Devil down below


Em


          Em                      Bm              Em
From the rocks of Lizard Reef to Plymouth we are bound
      Em                           G      A         Em
The skipper's yelling blood as the jagged cliffs we round
      G                            D
Jack Duggan in the forsail, Billy Reilly in the crow
          C                  D
and we'd shout, shout, shout, shout at the Devil down below


Em   Bm   D    Em
Em   Bm   Em   Em


 Em                          Bm                 Em
Only when we'd quenched the mighty vessel's appetite
           Em                               G    A      Em
Would the captain tell us, "Lads, we'll be going home tonight"
      G                          D
We'd turn to the raging sea and raise our fists and yell,
               C                            D           Em
"You won't be seeing us today you won't be seeing us in Hell!"


Em       Bm   Em
Em       G A  Em
G        D
C        Bm


       Em                                 Bm             Em
Once ashore we'd head into the pub for a tankard full of ale
    Em                                  G         A       Em
One day would turn into a week and the time would come to sail
      G                                         D
We'd say goodbye to the girls to we love, then off from the shore we'd row
          C                  D                         Em
and we'd shout, shout, shout, shout at the Devil down below
          C                         D                         Em
and we'd shout, shout, shout, shout, shout at the Devil down below


Em   Bm   D    Em
Em   Bm   Em   Em