A brilliant song from the wonderful 10-piece Fisherman's Friends of Port Isaac in Cornwall. I'm not sure about a couple of the chords, but this works fine for me. *Sparse accompaniment* CHORUS:

^GCome, all you no ^Chopers, you ^Gjokers and ^Drogues we're ^Gon the road to ^Cnowhere, let's find ^Gout where it ^Dgoes ^GIt might be a ^Dladder to the ^Cstars, who ^Dknows Come, ^Gall you no ^Chopers, you ^Djokers and ^Grogues.

*Full accompaniment* VERSE 1:

^GLeave all your ^Cfurrows in the ^Gfields where they ^Dlie Your ^Gfactories and ^Coffices; ^Gkiss them all ^Dgoodbye ^GHave a little ^Dfaith in the dream ^Cmaker in the ^Dsky There's ^Cglory ^Din be^Clieving ^Dhim and it's ^Gall in the be^Cholder's ^Deye.

CHORUS VERSE 2: Turn off your engines and slow down your wheels Suddenly your master plan loses its appeal Everybody knows that this reality's not real So raise a glass to all things past and celebrate how good it feels. CHORUS BRIDGE:

A^Dwash on the ^Csea of our own ^Gvanity We should re^Djoice in our ^Cindividu^Gality Though ^Cit's gale ^Dforce, let's ^Csteer a ^Dcourse for ^Dsanity

*Sparse accompaniment* CHORUS *Full accompaniment* CHORUS, slowing to finish on last line

Fishermans Friends - No hopers jokers and rogues