"The Black Matilda" by The Rumjacks on their album "Gangs of New Holland"Tabs by BradhitsbassVerseC GBy the windy shores o' Canada bay I broke my fast for Lucia's day,AmA beguiling figure she blew my away & rattled me rovin' heart,C GThe snipers crack, the metronome of pricy heels on polished stone,Am (mute)That I were soon to call my own by way o' the ancient art.VerseC GI were cozened by a whiff-o-the-whim that scours the Costa harryin',AmThe likes o' men who've lost the lamp, the rudderless and bewildered,C GThe sands below are littered wi'bones o'those whove taken a belly o'stones,AmAnd turned their backs on wives & homes to follow the black Matilda.ChorusG AmHo-ro m'lovelies cross yer hearts & hope to die,Am GIf e'er ye're drawn beneath a murky fathom of her eye,G AmHo-ro m'lovelies kiss yer arse a fond goodbye,Am GYe'll never again be able to lift yer head so bloody high.C GFor even the boys of Inverary know, from Tortuga to Jericho,AmShe took three hundred souls below off the deck o' the Andalusia,C GThe poets and the Sages tried to warn us down the ages,AmTheir blood drips from the pages where they tell o' the Black Matilda.VerseC GShe pursed her lips & spun a tune as fine as any silk cocoon,AmThat's ever left McEacherns loom & held me there in a tawper,C GA bastard I was born y'ken? I lived as tho' I'd never end,AmI'll die a disenchanted man, they'll bury me as a pauper,VerseC GFor men have drowned & men have swung, the brig at Iron Cove were hung,AmWi' a garland of the old, the young, all battered & unfamiliar,C GThere's no poetry theres no tune, no point in howlin' at the moon,AmA caution to ye very soon ye'll waltz yer Black Matilda.ChorusG AmHo-ro m'lovelies cross yer hearts & hope to die,Am GIf e'er ye're drawn beneath a murky fathom of her eye,G AmHo-ro m'lovelies kiss yer arse a fond goodbye,Am GYe'll never again be able to lift yer head so bloody high.C GFor even the boys of Inverary know, from Tortuga to Jericho,AmShe took three hundred souls below off the deck o' the Andalusia,C GThe poets and the Sages tried to warn us down the ages,AmTheir blood drips from the pages where they tell o' the Black Matilda.VerseC GBy the windy shores o Canada bay I broke my fast for Lucia's day,AmA beguiling figure she blew my away & rattled me rovin' heart,C GThe snipers crack, the metronome of pricy heels on polished stone,Am (mute)That I were soon to call my own by way o' the ancient art.ChorusC GHo-Ro m'lovelies, cross yer hearts & hope to die,AmIts enough to make ye cry, enough to make ye cry,C GHo-Ro m'lovelies, kiss yer arse a fond goodbye,AmIts enough to make ye cry, enough to make ye cry,C GHo-Ro m'lovelies, cross yer hearts & hope to die,AmIts enough to make ye cry, enough to make ye cry,C GHo-Ro m'lovelies, kiss yer arse a fond goodbye,AmIt's enough 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,
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