Patrick Spencer chords by Gordon Bok

• Capo on 1st

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Difficulty: Novice

Intro:
C

Verse:
  G/B         Am                    F                        C
Oh, don't the moon look pretty, she sails like a ship in the sky
Dm                      G                      F                       G7   C
Darling, you don't know nothing about sailing, she's got a cast in her eye
         G/B        Am                     F                   C
When the moon weeps silvery tears, you can look for a terrible storm
  Dm                     G                 F          G            C
I pity the sailor that's out tomorrow, I'm glad I can bide here at home

Verse:
       G/B        Am           F                     C
If you be Patrick Spencer, and that man you'd better be
         Dm          G                    F                  G7
I have a letter here from the King, he commands you to go to sea
     C         G/B            Am            F                          C
It's little he thinks of your danger, as he sits with his wine and his song
    Dm                 G                 F            G             C
His little daughter in far Norway, she's sick and she wants to come home

Instrumental:
C  G/B  F  G

Verse:
         C         G/B      Am            F                  C
Well, he could have sent me greetings, he could have cast me blame
Dm                       G                    F                   G7
He could have asked me a hundred favours, god knows, I'd never complain
         G       G/B       Am             F                C
But this running up in the rigging with a hurricane on the wing
     Dm                  G                 F       G            C
It's come to a matter of life and death to have to pleasure the King

Instrumental:
C  G/B  F  G  F   G7  C

Verse:
         G/B    Am               F                     C
Standing out to sea that day, oh lord, it commenced to rain
    Dm                     G                 F                    G7    C
The waves like the tops of mountains and the wind like a thing in pain
        G/B     Am                         F                   C
Patrick Spencer calls for his glass and he puts it in Johnny's hand
         Dm                 G                    F          G       C
Saying, "Run up, Johnny, as high as you can, and see if you see any land"

Verse:
        G/B       Am           F               C
"No land, Patrick Spencer, nor ever a sight of shore"
      Dm                  G                        F                 G7    C
"Well than, give it over, lads\