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Gaelic Storm - Devil Down Below ======================================= Tabbed by Owen Tosh mailfortytwo@gmail.com http://42.servehttp.com capo @ 3rd Fret Intro: Am Em F Am Am Em Am Am
I uAmsed to be a fisherman, on the Emicy crests we'd Amride Like a bAmanshee on the wind, we'd sFail the Docean Amwide. From the sFhoals of Yarmouth bay to NeFwfoundland we'd go and we'd sFhout, shout, shout,F shout at the Devil down below
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Out Amto the snows of Greenland, inEmto the screaming gAmale OAmut into the storm chFasing dDown the wAmhale WFhen the harpoon struck the mFighty fish would pull and we'd sFhout, shout, shout,F shout at the Devil down below
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In our bAmunks we'd find no solace, no cEmomfort just reAmmorse We'd cAmurse at the bad fortune that Fset us Don this Amcourse GFathered 'round the lamplight we'd sFing both high and low and we'd sFhout, shout, shout,F shout at the Devil down below
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From the rAmocks of Lizard Reef to PEmlymouth we are bAmound The skAmipper's yelling blood as the Fjagged Dcliffs we Amround Jack DFuggan in the forsail, Billy RFeilly in the crow and we'd sFhout, shout, shout,F shout at the Devil down below
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OAmnly when we'd quenched the mEmighty vessel's appeAmtite Would the cAmaptain tell us, "Lads, we'llF be gDoing hoAmme tonight" We'd tFurn to the raging sea and rFaise our fists and yell, "You won'tF be seeing us today you won'tF be seeing uAms in Hell!"
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Once asAmhore we'd head into the pub for a tEmankard full of Amale One Amday would turn into a week and the tFime would Dcome to Amsail We'd sFay goodbye to the girls to we love, then oFff from the shore we'd row and we'd sFhout, shout, shout,F shout at the Devil down bAmelow and we'd sFhout, shout, shout, shout,F shout at the Devil down bAmelow
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