J.P. Cormier - Molly may

^N.C.Just a ^Emlad I was of ^Dthirteen years When my ^Gfather passed away ^C And I ^Amhad to take a j^Cob as deckhand ^G On the Molly May ^D And the ^Emtime I spent one ^Dsummer past Turned ^Ginto fifty years ^C And the ^Amsound she made as she ^Cbroke the waves Still ^Drings within my ^Gears ^D

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^N.C.She was ^Empassed to me when I was^D twenty-three Captain ^GMills went round the ^Cbend He saw a ^Amforerunner on the ^Cdock one night And ^Gnever sailed a^Dgain Super^Emstition be damned, I ^Dsailed her proud Fair ^Gmaiden of the s^Cea There was ^Amnever another like ^Cher And no ^Done for her but ^Gme

^AmI saw the time with ^Emme in my prime, no ^Dman could ^Gbe my ^Cequal Through the ^Ameye of a needle I'd ^Emsail her any d^Day ^G But ^Amwhen I grew older ^EmI couldn't hold her, my ^Dcourage ^Gslipped a^Cway So they ^Amput a young boy from ^EmCanso at the ^Dwheel of the Molly M^Gay ^D

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^N.C.Ah, the ^Emyears went by and the ^Dtales ran high Of the ^Gcatches we brought i^Cn There were ^Amtimes I thought we'd ^Csink her But her ^Gspirit would not give ^Din ^EmWords are spoken and ^Dsouls are broken And the ^Gbottle shattered mine^C I could ^Amsee that she'd out^Clive me I'd not ^Dwin the war of ^Gtime

But ^AmI saw the days a^Emmid devil waves, no ^Dman could ^Gbe my ^Cequal Through the ^Ameye of a needle I'd ^Emsail her any d^Day ^{G Am}When I grew older ^EmI couldn't hold her, my ^Dcourage ^Gslipped a^Cway So they ^Amput a young boy from ^EmCanso at the ^Dwheel of the Molly M^Gay ^D

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^N.C.I was ^Emthere to see her ^Dsail away In the ^Gcold December haze^C But the ^AmCanso boy had never ^Cseen the likes Of the ^Gsoutheast wind and w^Daves At the ^Emharbour mouth he ^Ddrifted south Right ^Ginto Lighthouse ^CRock And he ^Amsmashed her keel and ^Claid her low While I ^Dwatched there from the ^Gdock ^D

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But ^AmI saw the time with ^Emme in my prime, no ^Dman could ^Gbe my ^Cequal Through the ^Ameye of a needle I'd ^Emsail her any d^Day ^G But ^Amwhen I grew older ^EmI couldn't hold her, my ^Dcourage ^Gslipped a^Cway So they ^Amput a young boy from ^EmCanso at the ^Dwheel of the Molly M^Gay And there'll ^Amnever ^Gbe a^Cnother The ^Dlikes of the Molly M^Emay ^{C Em D C Em D C G} And I ^Amwish that I'd gone ^Emdown, boys, at the ^Dwheel of the Molly M^Gay