Mrs Macdonalds Lament(Chords)

	        Intro: F   Bb 

Verse 
                             F 
When the wind's away and the wave away 
               Bb           Eb          F 
That crazy old fool will go down on the bay 
Bb                     Eb 
Dodging the ledges and setting his gear 
         Bb            F               Bb 
And come back when the wind drives him in 

 
       Eb                             Bb 
But he knows full well the fishing is done 
    Eb                                  Bb     F 
His credit's all gone and the winter is come 
       Bb                    Cm       Eb 
But as sure as the tide will rise and run 
         Bb          F    Bb     F   Bb 
He'll go back on the bay again 


Verse 
                             F 
When the snow is down on the Western Bay 
                  Bb          Eb        F 
That fool will go running the Fiddler's Ground 
Bb                      Eb 
Hauling his gear in the trough of the sea 
   Bb         F           Bb   Bb7 
As if he'd no mind of his own 

 
       Eb                             Bb 
Yet he knows full well the fishing is done 
    Eb                                  Bb    F 
His credit's all gone and the winter is come 
       Bb                    Cm       Eb 
But as sure as the tide will rise and run 
         Bb          F    Bb     F   Bb 
He'll go back on the bay again 


Verse 
                                 F 
Well, his father's gone, and his brothers are gone 
    Bb                        Eb          F 
And still he goes down on the dark of the moon 
Bb                  Eb 
Rowing the dory and setting the twine 
       Bb         F           Bb    Bb7 
And it won't even pay for his time 

Instrumental: 
Eb    Bb   Eb    Bb 
Bb    Cm  Eb  Bb  F  Bb 

Verse 
                             F 
When the wind's away and the wave away 
    Bb                      Eb      F 
Our children go down on the morning sun 
        Bb                        Eb 
They go rowing their little boats out on the tide 
            Bb           F           Bb   Bb7 
And they'll follow their foolish old man 

Verse 
          Eb                                Bb 
Well, you blind old fool, your children are gone 
        Eb                                   Bb    F 
And you never would tell 'gm the fishing was done 
      Bb                     Cm            Eb 
Their days were numbered the day they were born 
    Bb            F           Bb 
The same as their foolish old man
	        

Written by Gordon Bok