Gordon Bok - Get her into shore

We set our traps in the ^F#mbitter cold On the ^Bthird day of the ^C#myear There was ^Ethree of us then, we were the ^F#myoungest of ten Two for ^Blines and one to ^C#msteer

When it ^Eblows Northeast on the ^F#mGeorges Bank ^BYou don't want to take your ^C#mtime But the ^Eengine was old, it couldn't ^F#mtake the cold And we ^Bfell back on our ^C#mlines

Tom ^Ethrows the switch, he says, "You ^F#mold sonofabitch What the ^Bhell do you think you're ^C#mdoing? You've ^Edrug us to the poor house ^F#mtoo many times Now you're ^Btaking us to our ^C#mruin"

Well, the ^Eline went slack and the ^F#mstern swung back ^BWe started up a^C#mgain But she ^Ejust tightened up and I ^F#mknew we were stuck Lying ^Bbroadside to the ^C#mwind

^EGet her into shore, man, she can't ^Btake it any^C#mmore We're so ^Efar from home and we're ^F#mbreaking her bones ^B Can't you get her into ^C#mshore? ^{E B C#m}

Jack ^Epicks up the axe, he cuts us ^F#mfree from the traps He hit so ^Bhard he smashed the ^C#mrail Then he ^Elooks at me and he ^F#mspits in the sea His ^Bface was white as the ^C#mhail

But we ^Etried her again, gave her ^F#mall she would go ^BWe felt that screw turn ^C#mround I remember I ^Eprayed for ^F#msteerage way On that ^Bgrey and ugly ^C#mground

^EGet her into shore, man, she can't ^Btake it any^C#mmore We're so ^Efar from home and we're ^F#mbreaking her bones ^B Can't you get her into ^C#mshore? ^{E B C#m}

Tom ^Erolls her hard over, to ^F#mrun with the tide When she ^Bfell down into the ^C#mtrough And with her ^Eside to the swell, she just ^F#mleaned in and fell And ^BI knew we all were ^C#mlost

And then ^Eall that I saw was that ^F#mrotten old keel And the ^Blines run across her ^C#mstern And I ^Ecouldn't hold to her and I ^F#mcouldn't let go I just ^Bwished I'd never been ^C#mborn

^EGet her into shore, man, she can't ^Btake it any^C#mmore We're so ^Efar from home and we're ^F#mbreaking her bones ^B Can't you get her into ^C#mshore? ^{E B C#m}

When the ^Etide runs strong on the ^F#mGeorges Bank You're a ^Bfool to go and ^C#mtry God ^Ebless the poor man who's ^F#mborn to the sea God ^Bsave the poor ones who ^C#mdie