Cross The Ocean chords by The Real McKenzies

G                                         C
Off to the harbour, under drungeon in the morning
                                    G
I've got a press gang looking after me.
                            C
I'll awaken sometime on the morrow.
                                  G
By then we'll be a league away te sea.

G                           C
Full sails, bouncing on the briney
                                      G
Asway about they spreay&windy all the day
                                            C
Tellin' by the swells an adventure's in the making
                               G
That's if I don't die upon the way

F                                                C
I'm the boy they pressed aboard & took me out to sea
                                           F
The captain is a tyrant & he tells what to do
                                                C
But the firstmate is a cutthroat, with a muntineering?
                                               F
He plans to take the captain & feed him to the sharks

G                                                    C
I'll never forget the trungeons & the harbour in the morning
                                                G
And what the navy did to me & pressed me on the sea
                                       C
Still alive & I survived so many years later
                                      G
As big a buccaneer as I could claim to be

[Repeat This Chorus:]
G                          C
Full sails bounding on the briney
                                         G
Jolly rodgers flappin' score o' loaded '84's
                                           C
Many pretty treasures, lots of booty to be taken
                                            G
The cannon and the cutlass on a rebel man o war.

F                                                      C
I was the boy they trungeoned & they pressed me out to sea
                                             F
But now I am the captain & I tell ye what te do
                                            C
My firstmate is a cutthroat, a tarjack run askew
He has the skill to skin the king
                    F
And feed him to the crew

       C                G
We are sailing from our homeland
                        C
Cross the ocean, on the sea
                    G
For whatever reason be
                   C
We question all authority