Mrs Macdonalds Lament chords by Gordon Bok

Intro:
F   Bb

Verse:

                             F
When the wind's away and the wave away

               Bb           Eb          F
That crazy old fool will go down on the bay

Bb                     Eb
Dodging the ledges and setting his gear

         Bb            F               Bb
And come back when the wind drives him in

Chorus:

       Eb                             Bb
But he knows full well the fishing is done

    Eb                                  Bb     F
His credit's all gone and the winter is come

       Bb                    Cm       Eb
But as sure as the tide will rise and run

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He'll go back on the bay again

Verse:

                             F
When the snow is down on the Western Bay

                  Bb          Eb        F
That fool will go running the Fiddler's Ground

Bb                      Eb
Hauling his gear in the trough of the sea

   Bb         F           Bb   Bb7
As if he'd no mind of his own

Chorus:

       Eb                             Bb
Yet he knows full well the fishing is done

    Eb                                  Bb    F
His credit's all gone and the winter is come

       Bb                    Cm       Eb
But as sure as the tide will rise and run

         Bb          F    Bb     F   Bb
He'll go back on the bay again

Verse:

                                 F
Well, his father's gone, and his brothers are gone

    Bb                        Eb          F
And still he goes down on the dark of the moon

Bb                  Eb
Rowing the dory and setting the twine

       Bb         F           Bb    Bb7
And it won't even pay for his time

Instrumental:
Eb    Bb   Eb    Bb
Bb    Cm  Eb  Bb  F  Bb

Verse:

                             F
When the wind's away and the wave away

    Bb                      Eb      F
Our children go down on the morning sun

        Bb                        Eb
They go rowing their little boats out on the tide

            Bb           F           Bb   Bb7
And they'll follow their foolish old man

Verse:

          Eb                                Bb
Well, you blind old fool, your children are gone

        Eb                                   Bb    F
And you never would tell 'gm the fishing was done

      Bb                     Cm            Eb
Their days were numbered the day they were born

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The same as their foolish old man