Anne Louise

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Oh the Anne Louise is waiting for a crew to jump aboard
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To take her out to deeper waters further from the shore
        C                      G
For its quiet and still in the Harbor,
C                              G
not a voice to be heard in the bay
        C                      F
But the winds coming down from Norway
            C            G    C
and there's plenty to be done today

    C           C
Oh, cast off me lads,
      F             F
we'll set the sails harding,
                  C                F
'cause she's been gasping for some action
    G           G
out on the open seas,
           C                  F        C                  G
oh there's nothing quite like pitching along at dangerous speeds,
        C           F            C        G     C
with my hand on the tiller of my sky blue westerly

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Oh we've coffee and we've bacon and we've everything on board,
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so cried the crew: "cast off from this safe haven we've been moored,
            C                G              C                 G
for there's salt wind in our lungs boys and salt blood in our veins,
        C                       F             C      G          C
but the wind's coming down from Norway making horses beyond the cranes

    C           C
Oh, cast off me lads,
      F             F
we'll set the sails harding,
                  C                F
'cause she's been gasping for some action
    G           G
out on the open seas,
           C                  F        C                  G
oh there's nothing quite like pitching along at dangerous speeds,
        C           F            C        G     C
with my hand on the tiller of my sky blue westerly

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Oh she may be kind of small but she's got everything and more,
      C                F           C                 F
for a crew of hopeless sea-dogs to lose sight of the shore,
      C                G           C                G
oh we may be back in a month or we may be back in a day,
        C                       F                  C           G      C
but the wind's coming down from Norway and there's no way that we can stay

    C           C
Oh, cast off me lads,
      F             F
we'll set the sails harding,
                  C                F
'cause she's been gasping for some action
    G           G
out on the open seas,
           C                  F        C                  G
oh there's nothing quite like pitching along at dangerous speeds,
        C           F            C        G     C
with my hand on the tiller of my sky blue westerly

       C               F                C           F
Oh the Anne Louise has had her fill and now we must away,
   C             F                    C              C
to walk upon the shores and share the stories of the day,
      C                     G                   C                        G
oh we may sleep well in our beds tonight and we may not be back here for days,
        C                       F              C              G      C
but the wind's coming down from Norway and our dreams will be on the waves

    C           C
Oh, cast off me lads,
      F             F
we'll set the sails harding,
                  C                F
'cause she's been gasping for some action
    G           G
out on the open seas,
           C                  F        C                  G
oh there's nothing quite like pitching along at dangerous speeds,
        C           F            C        G     C
with my hand on the tiller of my sky blue westerly

    C           C
Oh, cast off me lads,
      F             F
we'll set the sails harding,
                  C                F
'cause she's been gasping for some action
    G           G
out on the open seas,
           C                  F        C                  G
oh there's nothing quite like pitching along at dangerous speeds,
        C           F            C        G     C
with my hand on the tiller of my sky blue westerly

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