The Marystown Expedition

         Dm                          Am
Upon St. Crispin’s Day we made for a distant shore
         F                      C
from the harbour mouth of Montego
        Dm                                Am
We were packed to the deck with a rash of Nelson’s blood
     F                                    C
on a Northern course where the tradewinds blow
      Cm                               Bb
Forty nights on the deck of an old West Indiaman
     Cm                    Bb
shed little light on what I know
    Gm            Am  Bb          F
One day this will be over, this I know

     Dm                      Am
I remember you as the girl I loved so well
        F                     C
and the lady of my hearth and home
          Dm                         Am
So I must be the man with a horde of tales to tell
      F                         C
and a bigger horde of silks and gold
   Cm                   Bb
Do you resent me for my roving ways?
        Cm                   Bb
Are you still the lady that I know?
    Gm            Am  Bb          F
One day this will be over, this I know

D            C      F  Am  D   D  F  G  A  F  D  F

        Dm                    Am
Ne’er a sabre have I drawn in anger
       F                         C
‘nor a flintlock have I fired at all
           Dm                        Am
Though the midnight watch has yet to wear me down
       F                     C
I grow weary of the heaven’s thrall
  Cm                       Bb
I vowed to return one day a different man
        Cm                       Bb
not the green and witless boy you know
    Gm            Am  Bb          F
One day this will be over, this I know

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D*
Relief, praise the gods for the still and moment of respite
                                            E7        G             D
The thrill of sleeping through the night is lost on a drone such as I
D*
The taste of victory calls, yet a shadow of a feeling lingers on
                                              E7        G            D
Yet the blow of whores and devil spawn didn’t break my confidence at all
D   D

  F#m                    B
I think these things too loud
    F#m            B
I’m nothing if not proud
  G#m               C#
I seek the means to thrive
     G#m                   C#
Not scouring to merely survive
F#m   B   F#m   B       G#m   C#   G#m   C#

        D    C#   B    A   D    C#   B     A     F#m      E
Did you find your fate and make your mark on the sea imbecile
      D   C#  B     A  D    C#   B    A     F#m         E
Cause someone waits at home for you to come over the horizon
           A                  E            D  Dm  A
She’ll be waiting, she’ll be waiting for a long time
          E             D  Dm  A
She’ll be waiting for a long time

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