The Rumjacks - The black matilda

By the w^Cindy shores o' Canada bay I br^Goke my fast for Lucia's day, ^AmA beguiling figure she blew my away & rattled me rovin' heart, The sn^Cipers crack, the metronome of pr^Gicy heels on polished stone, That ^AmI were soon to call my own by way o' the ancient art

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I were ^Ccozened by a whiff-o-the-whim that sc^Gours the Costa harryin', The li^Amkes o' men who've lost the lamp, the rudderless and bewildered, The san^Cds below are littered wi'bones o't^Ghose whove taken a belly o'stones, And tu^Amrned their backs on wives & homes to follow the black Matilda.

^GHo-ro m'lovelies cross yer ^Amhearts & hope to die, ^AmIf e'er ye're drawn beneath a murky fa^Gthom of her eye, ^GHo-ro m'lovelies kiss yer a^Amrse a fond goodbye, ^AmYe'll never again be able to lift yer h^Gead so bloody high.

For even the b^Coys of Inverary know, from T^Gortuga to Jericho, She ^Amtook three hundred souls below off the deck o' the Andalusia, The p^Coets and the Sages tried to w^Garn us down the ages, Their b^Amlood drips from the pages where they tell o' the Black Matilda.

She pu^Crsed her lips & spun a tune ^Gas fine as any silk cocoon, That's e^Amver left McEacherns loom & held me there in a tawper, A ba^Cstard I was born y'ken? I li^Gved as tho' I'd never end, I'll d^Amie a disenchanted man, they'll bury me as a pauper,

For me^Cn have drowned & men have swung, th^Ge brig at Iron Cove were hung, Wi' a ^Amgarland of the old, the young, all battered & unfamiliar, Th^Cere's no poetry theres no tune, no p^Goint in howlin' at the moon, A c^Amaution to ye very soon ye'll waltz yer Black Matilda.

^GHo-ro m'lovelies cross yer ^Amhearts & hope to die, ^AmIf e'er ye're drawn beneath a murky fat^Ghom of her eye, ^GHo-ro m'lovelies kiss yer a^Amrse a fond goodbye, ^AmYe'll never again be able to lift yer h^Gead so bloody high.

For even the b^Coys of Inverary know, from T^Gortuga to Jericho, She ^Amtook three hundred souls below off the deck o' the Andalusia, The p^Coets and the Sages tried to w^Garn us down the ages, Their b^Amlood drips from the pages where they tell o' the Black Matilda.

By the w^Cindy shores o Canada bay I bro^Gke my fast for Lucia's day, ^AmA beguiling figure she blew my away & rattled me rovin' heart, The sn^Cipers crack, the metronome of pr^Gicy heels on polished stone, That ^AmI were soon to call my own by way o' the ancient art

(mute)

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^CHo-Ro m'lovelies, cross yer h^Gearts & hope to die, Its e^Amnough to make ye cry, enough to make ye cry, ^CHo-Ro m'lovelies, kiss yer ar^Gse a fond goodbye, Its e^Amnough to make ye cry, enough to make ye cry, ^CHo-Ro m'lovelies, cross yer h^Gearts & hope to die, Its e^Amnough to make ye cry, enough to make ye cry, ^CHo-Ro m'lovelies, kiss yer ar^Gse a fond goodbye, It's ^Amenough to make ye cry, enough to make ye cry, Am (let ring) Enough to make ye cry, enough to make ye cry, Enough to make ye cry, enough to make ye cry, Enough to make ye cry, enough to make ye die,