Fairport Convention - Neil gows apprentice

Oh, no more will I ^Erove no more, it's ^Aover Oh, no more will I ^Erove no more, it's ^Adone I'll ^Dsit beneath the fiddle tree With the ^Bmghost of Neil Gow ^Enext to me ^AListen, Neil, your ap^Eprentice has be^Agun ^{E A}

An old man looks in his ^Einglenook and he ^Awonders His brother in a foreign ^Eland he must re^Amain When ^Ddoubt about the life he'd choose They ^Bmeach would wear the ^Eother one's shoes This ^Amotherland is a ^Esource of constant ^Apain ^{E A}

Oh, no more will I ^Erove no more, it's ^Aover Oh, no more will I ^Erove no more, it's ^Adone I'll ^Dsit beneath the fiddle tree With the ^Bmghost of Neil Gow ^Enext to me ^AListen, Neil, your ap^Eprentice has be^Agun ^{E A}

All my life I have lived ^Ewithin these ^Aborders While he has gone to re^Etrieve the setting ^Asun ^DIn the pitch-black Highland night He's ^Bmtoiling in the ^Esunshine bright ^ADo the time while^E summer passes ^Aby

Oh, no more will I ^Erove no more, it's ^Aover Oh, no more will I ^Erove no more, it's ^Adone I'll ^Dsit beneath the fiddle tree With the ^Bmghost of Neil Gow ^Enext to me ^AListen, Neil, your ap^Eprentice has be^Agun ^{E A}

^ARumbling Brig, I ^Eheard your voices ^Acalling In the outback, ^Estill I hear your ^Asong ^DFeeding from this foreign field With ^Bmfar more fish than the ^Eburn could yield This ^Atrip will be my ^Elast and it won't be ^Along

Oh, no more will I ^Erove no more, it's ^Aover Oh, no more will I ^Erove no more, it's ^Adone I'll ^Dsit beneath the fiddle tree With the ^Bmghost of Neil Gow ^Enext to me ^AListen, Neil, your ap^Eprentice has be^Agun ^{E A}

Oh, no more will I ^Erove no more, it's ^Aover Oh, no more will I ^Erove no more, it's ^Adone I'll ^Dsit beneath the fiddle tree With the ^Bmghost of Neil Gow ^Enext to me ^AListen, Neil, your ap^Eprentice has be^Agun