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Great Big Sea - England
LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
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We shipped on board the Maryanne
To find a better life
And we walked across the water
When she broke up on the ice
We came ashore in Carbonear
With nothing but our rights
And I wondered if I e'er again
Would see my London lights
We were far from the shores of England
Far from our children and wives
To play our hand in the Newfoundland
Where the wind cuts like a knife
We were far from the shores of England
We spend our days amid the waves
Working water, hook and twine
We would go for weeks with blistered cheeks
Waiting for the sun to shine
But as long as the sky hold over us
We will not taste the brine
And we'll curse the cod
With the fear of God
As we haul in every line
We were far from the shores of England
Far from our children and wives
To play our hand in the Newfoundland
Where the wind cuts like a knife
We were far from the shores of England
Far from our native soil
To chase a wish and hunt the Fish
And on the rocks to toil
We were far from the shores of England
Should we find Fortune's Favour
And be spared from the gale
We will live off honest labour
With our hearts as big as sails
But if I should die don't bury me
Or leave me to the sea
Please send my bones back to my home
Where my spirit can be free
We were far from the shores of England
Far from our children and wives
To play our hand in the Newfoundland
Where the wind cuts like a knife
We were far from the shores of England
Far from our native soil
To chase a wish and hunt the Fish
And on the rocks to toil
We were far from the shores of England
LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
@ @
We shipped on board the Maryanne
To find a better life
And we walked across the water
When she broke up on the ice
We came ashore in Carbonear
With nothing but our rights
And I wondered if I e'er again
Would see my London lights
We were far from the shores of England
Far from our children and wives
To play our hand in the Newfoundland
Where the wind cuts like a knife
We were far from the shores of England
We spend our days amid the waves
Working water, hook and twine
We would go for weeks with blistered cheeks
Waiting for the sun to shine
But as long as the sky hold over us
We will not taste the brine
And we'll curse the cod
With the fear of God
As we haul in every line
We were far from the shores of England
Far from our children and wives
To play our hand in the Newfoundland
Where the wind cuts like a knife
We were far from the shores of England
Far from our native soil
To chase a wish and hunt the Fish
And on the rocks to toil
We were far from the shores of England
Should we find Fortune's Favour
And be spared from the gale
We will live off honest labour
With our hearts as big as sails
But if I should die don't bury me
Or leave me to the sea
Please send my bones back to my home
Where my spirit can be free
We were far from the shores of England
Far from our children and wives
To play our hand in the Newfoundland
Where the wind cuts like a knife
We were far from the shores of England
Far from our native soil
To chase a wish and hunt the Fish
And on the rocks to toil
We were far from the shores of England
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[ti:England] [ar:Great Big Sea] [al:Fortune's Favour] [by: ] [00:02.00]Great Big Sea - England [00:09.00]LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang [00:16.00]@ @ [00:23.00] [00:24.40]We shipped on board the Maryanne [00:28.65]To find a better life [00:32.24]And we walked across the water [00:35.89]When she broke up on the ice [00:39.53]We came ashore in Carbonear [00:43.26]With nothing but our rights [00:46.82]And I wondered if I e'er again [00:50.58]Would see my London lights [00:54.00]We were far from the shores of England [00:57.60]Far from our children and wives [01:01.60]To play our hand in the Newfoundland [01:05.09]Where the wind cuts like a knife [01:08.81]We were far from the shores of England [01:13.52] [01:15.22]We spend our days amid the waves [01:18.98]Working water, hook and twine [01:22.58]We would go for weeks with blistered cheeks [01:26.07]Waiting for the sun to shine [01:29.91]But as long as the sky hold over us [01:33.60]We will not taste the brine [01:37.24]And we'll curse the cod [01:39.15]With the fear of God [01:40.95]As we haul in every line [01:43.83] [01:44.67]We were far from the shores of England [01:48.30]Far from our children and wives [01:52.02]To play our hand in the Newfoundland [01:55.69]Where the wind cuts like a knife [01:59.22]We were far from the shores of England [02:03.04]Far from our native soil [02:06.67]To chase a wish and hunt the Fish [02:10.29]And on the rocks to toil [02:13.70]We were far from the shores of England [02:18.60] [02:32.70]Should we find Fortune's Favour [02:36.87]And be spared from the gale [02:40.36]We will live off honest labour [02:43.98]With our hearts as big as sails [02:47.62]But if I should die don't bury me [02:51.40]Or leave me to the sea [02:54.94]Please send my bones back to my home [02:58.72]Where my spirit can be free [03:02.51]We were far from the shores of England [03:06.39]Far from our children and wives [03:09.86]To play our hand in the Newfoundland [03:13.47]Where the wind cuts like a knife [03:17.02]We were far from the shores of England [03:20.80]Far from our native soil [03:24.38]To chase a wish and hunt the Fish [03:28.18]And on the rocks to toil [03:31.74]We were far from the shores of England [03:36.58]
