The Black Matilda Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

Verse

By the wCindy shores o' Canada bay I brG oke my fast for Lucia's day,

Am A beguiling figure she blew my away & rattled me rovin' heart,

The snCipers crack, the metronome of prG icy heels on polished stone,

That Am I were soon to call my own by way o' the ancient art.

Verse

I were Ccozened by a whiff-o-the-whim that scG ours the Costa harryin',

The liAm kes o' men who've lost the lamp, the rudderless and bewildered,

The sanCds below are littered wi'bones o'tG hose whove taken a belly o'stones,

And tuAm rned their backs on wives & homes to follow the black Matilda.

Chorus

GHo-ro m'lovelies cross yer Am hearts & hope to die,

AmIf e'er ye're drawn beneath a murky faG thom of her eye,

GHo-ro m'lovelies kiss yer aAm rse a fond goodbye,

AmYe'll never again be able to lift yer hG ead so bloody high.

For even the bCoys of Inverary know, from TG ortuga to Jericho,

She Am took three hundred souls below off the deck o' the Andalusia,

The pCoets and the Sages tried to wG arn us down the ages,

Their bAm lood drips from the pages where they tell o' the Black Matilda.

Verse

She puCrsed her lips & spun a tune as fG ine as any silk cocoon,

That's eAm ver left McEacherns loom & held me there in a tawper,

A baCstard I was born y'ken? I liG ved as tho' I'd never end,

I'll dAm ie a disenchanted man, they'll bury me as a pauper,

Verse

For meCn have drowned & men have swung, the brG ig at Iron Cove were hung,

Wi' a Am garland of the old, the young, all battered & unfamiliar,

ThCere's no poetry theres no tune, no pG oint in howlin' at the moon,

A cAm aution to ye very soon ye'll waltz yer Black Matilda.

Chorus

GHo-ro m'lovelies cross yer Am hearts & hope to die,

AmIf e'er ye're drawn beneath a murky fatG hom of her eye,

GHo-ro m'lovelies kiss yer aAm rse a fond goodbye,

AmYe'll never again be able to lift yer hG ead so bloody high.

For even the bCoys of Inverary know, from TG ortuga to Jericho,

She Am took three hundred souls below off the deck o' the Andalusia,

The pCoets and the Sages tried to wG arn us down the ages,

Their bAm lood drips from the pages where they tell o' the Black Matilda.

Verse

By the wCindy shores o Canada bay I broG ke my fast for Lucia's day,

Am A beguiling figure she blew my away & rattled me rovin' heart,

The snCipers crack, the metronome of prG icy heels on polished stone,

That Am I were soon to call my own by way o' the ancient art.

Chorus

CHo-Ro m'lovelies, cross yer hG earts & hope to die,

Its eAm nough to make ye cry, enough to make ye cry,

CHo-Ro m'lovelies, kiss yer arG se a fond goodbye,

Its eAm nough to make ye cry, enough to make ye cry,

CHo-Ro m'lovelies, cross yer hG earts & hope to die,

Its eAm nough to make ye cry, enough to make ye cry,

CHo-Ro m'lovelies, kiss yer arG se a fond goodbye,

It's Am enough to make ye cry, enough to make ye cry,

EnougAm h 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,