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^N.C..

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 who've 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 as f^Gine 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, the br^Gig at Iron Cove were hung, Wi' a ^Amgarland of the old, the young, all battered & unfamiliar, Th^Cere's no poetry there's 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 bl^Gew my friggin brains away ^AmIt's not as tho' I'm proud to say, it's not as tho' I coulda killed her I'm of^Cf to Hell's begotten shores where^G men like me have sailed before And t^Amhey shall sail forever more in the name o' the Black ^N.C.Matilda

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