Gordon Bok - Ledge-end of the fiddler

Come ^Call you ^Dm7hardy ^Cmariners^F who ^Gsail Penobscot ^AmBay You ^Fknow the granite ^Dm7monument that's ^Cvisible by ^Gday At the ^Amentrance of the ^Fthoroughfare that ^Cfeeds North Haven ^Gtown It ^Cmarks the ^Dm7ledge where ^Clong a^Fgo a young ^Gfiddling Tom was ^Cdrowned

Now Tom was a ^Dm7friend to ^Cone and ^Fall and a ^Gfiddler second to ^Amnone And a ^Fsailor too, but ^Dm7most of all he ^Cloved his jug of ^Grum And ^Amwhen the fire was ^Fin his bow and the ^Cmud was in his ^Geye ^CFolks would ^Dm7flock from ^Cfield and ^Ffarm to hear the ^Gfiddler's fingers ^Cfly

Now the ^Cfiddler ^Dm7and Jim ^CBrown set ^Fout on the ^Gthirty-first of ^AmMay To ^Fplay the dance in ^Dm7Rockland, thirteen ^Cmiles across the ^Gbay With the ^Amwind southeast on the ^Fsunlit sea, their ^Cpinky skipped a^Glong Their ^Chearts were ^Dm7full as the ^Crising ^Fmoon and the ^Gair was full of ^Csong

Well, they ^Cjigged and ^Dm7reeled till the ^Cmidnight ^Fhour and the ^Gdance was winding ^Amdown ^FOutside they heard the ^Dm7sou'west wind ^Csinging a different ^Gsong But the ^Amboys were full and they ^Fmust get home, so they ^Cup and hoisted ^Gsail Two ^Cdrunks a^Dm7lone on the ^Cbay at ^Fnight in a ^Grising sou'west ^Cgale

Well, the ^Creach was ^Dm7fast to the ^Cmid-bay ^Fbell and the ^Gfog come closing '^Amround ^FTwo miles more and ^Dm7close aboard they ^Cheard the Drunkard ^Gsound So the ^Amhalf tide ledge off ^FStand In Point was ^Call that barred their ^Gway From the ^Chomeward ^Dm7run through the ^Cthorough^Ffare in the ^Gdark before the ^Cday

Well, the bow struck ^Dm7hard and it ^Ctossed them ^Fout on the ^Gseaweed covered ^Amstone And ^Fthere they stood in the ^Dm7pounding spray, half ^Cdrenched and all a^Glone They ^Amyelled for help from the ^Fnear-by point, they ^Csang and cried and ^Gswore And the ^Cfiddler ^Dm7bowed one ^Cfinal ^Freel, for he ^Gknew he'd sail no ^Cmore

All they ^Dm7found in the ^Cmorning ^Flight was an ^Gempty case and ^Ambow And ^Flate that year they ^Dm7built their friends a ^Cmonument in ^Gstone But ^Amstill they say on ^Fmoonlit nights in the ^Cearly part of ^GJune You can ^Chear in the ^Dm7fog the ^Csound of the ^Ffiddler ^Gplaying his lonesome ^Ctune