Shanneyganock - Great harbour deep

^CThere's lumber and rusty old ^Gnails by the ^Cdoor, We'll board up these houses and ^Flive here no more; ^FmAnd even the gulls won't ^Ccome up from the ^Amshore, 'Cause they know all the ^Gpeople are ^Cleavin'.

^CThere's Tucker and Darcy and ^GSkipper Tom ^CBrown, They pulled up the boat and have ^Fbattened her down; ^FmShe's just one more soul that ^Cfate pushed a^Amground, The ocean's s^Gtill as a t^Combstone.

^GWe'll move to the city, they'll pay for our homes, ^CIf the town was a body, it would be skin and bones; ^GWhat of the men who lie here in the ground, ^CWho died breathin' life in this ^Ftown? ^FmThe dreams of our fathers will ^Cdie in their ^Amsleep, When they put out the ^Glights in ^FGreat Harbour ^CDeep.

^CThings were much better when ^GI was a la^Cd, When two workin' hands were a^Fll a man had; ^FmThe sea was our mother, she ca^Clled us from l^Amand, But now she se^Gems like a s^Ctranger.

^CIt's funny, they say there's no ^Gcod an^Cymore, But you'll find them in restaurants and a^Fll the fine stores; ^FmIt's like God told them all, s^Ctay far from our ^Amshores, The foreigners ^Gmust need the ^Cmoney.

^GSo we'll move to the city, they'll pay for our homes, ^CIf the town was a body, it would be skin and bones; ^GWhat of the men who lie here in the ground, ^CWho died breathin' life in this t^Fown? ^FmThe dreams of our fathers will d^Cie in their s^Amleep, When they put out the l^Gights in ^FGreat Harbour ^CDeep.

^DThey're down at the powerhouse, they'll ^Asoon throw the ^Dswitch, That will send us the darkness as ^Gblack as the pitch; ^GmAnd some guy up in Ottawa, that ^Dson-of-a-^Bmbitch, In his own bed t^Aonight he'll be ^Dkeepin'.

^DSo I'll say my goodbyes to the r^Aocks and the t^Drees, And I'll walk through this splendour ^Gwhenever I please; ^GmThough the only way back here will ^Dbe in my d^Bmreams, Ya can't stop a ^Afella from s^Dleepin'.

^ASo we'll move to the city, they'll pay for our homes, ^DIf the town was a body, it would be skin and bones; ^AWhat of the men who lie here in the ground, ^DWho died breathin' life in this t^Gown? ^GmThe dreams of our fathers will d^Die in their s^Bmleep, When they put out the l^Aights in ^GGreat Harbour ^DDeep.

^DNow there stands the city with ^Awide-open ^Darms, And I'm sure now to some, well, she ^Gdoes hold her charms; ^GmThere's prostitutes, drug dealers, s^Dtrip joints and ^Bmbars, What a great place for r^Aaisin' your ^Dchildren.

^ASo, we moved to the city, they paid for our homes, ^DAfter all that old village was just skin and bones; ^AAnd we left all those men there, alone in the ground, ^DWho died breathing life in that t^Gown; ^GmThe dreams of our fathers all ^Ddied in their s^Bmleep, When they put out the ^Alights in ^GGreat Harbour ^DDeep.

^ASo, we moved to the city, they paid for our homes, ^DAfter all that old village was just skin and bones; ^AAnd we left all those men there, alone in the ground, ^DWho died breathing life in that t^Gown; ^GmThe dreams of our fathers all ^Ddied in their s^Bmleep, When they put out the ^Alights in ^GGreat Harbour ^DDeep. ^GmThe ocean stands watchin', her ^Dvigil she'll k^Bmeep, She's the only one l^Aeft now in ^GGreat Harbour ^DDeep.