Stan Rogers - Make and break harbour

How ^Cstill lies the ^Ambay in the ^Flight western ^Gairs Which ^Dmblow from the ^Fcrimson hor^Gizon Once ^Cmore we tack ^C7home with a ^Fdry empty ^Ghold Saving ^Dmgas with the ^Fbreezes so ^Gfair She's a ^Ckindly Cape ^AmIsander, ^Fold, but still ^Gsound But so ^Dmlost in the ^Flongliner's ^Gshadow Make and ^Cbreak, and make ^C7do, but the ^Ffish are so few That she ^Gwon't be re^Fplaced should she ^Cfounder

It's so ^Chard to not ^Amthink of be^Ffore the big ^Gwar When the ^Dmcod were so ^Fcheap and so ^Gplenty Foreign ^Ctrawlers go ^C7by now with ^Flong-seeing ^Geyes Taking ^Dmall, where we ^Fseldom take ^Gany And the ^Cyoung folk don't ^Amstay with the ^Ffisherman's ^Gway Long a^Dmgo, they all ^Fmoved to the ^Gcities And the ^Cones left be^C7hind, old, ^Ftired, and blind Can't ^Gwork for "a ^Fpound or a ^Cpenny".

In ^FMake and Break ^GHarbour the ^Cboats are so few Too ^Ammany are ^Gpulled up and ^Frotten ^G Most ^Chouses stand ^Amempty, old ^Cnets hung to ^Fdry Are ^Gblown away, ^Flost and for^Cgotten.

Now I can ^Csee the big ^Amdraggers have ^Fstirred up the ^Gbay Leaving ^Dmlobster traps ^Fsmashed on the ^Gbottom Can they ^Cthink it don't ^C7pay to re^Fspect the old ^Gways That ^DmMake and Break ^Fmen have not for^Ggotton? For we ^Cstill keep our ^Amtime to the ^Fturn of the ^Gtide And this ^Dmboat that I ^Fbuilt with my fa^Gther Still ^Clifts to the ^C7sky! The one ^Flunger and I Still ^Gtalk like old ^Ffriends on the ^Cwater.

In ^FMake and Break ^GHarbour the ^Cboats are so few Too ^Ammany are ^Gpulled up and ^Frotten ^G Most ^Chouses stand ^Amempty, old ^Cnets hung to ^Fdry Are ^Gblown away, ^Flost and for^Cgotten.