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Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":1117019,"song":"The Black Matilda","artist":"The Rumjacks","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11248524-the-black-matilda-chords-by-the-rumjacks/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/1117019?type=chord","rating":4.79377,"votes":14,"content":"\"The Black Matilda\" by The Rumjacks on their album \"Gangs of New Holland\"\r\nTabs by Bradhitsbass\r\n\r\n\r\n[Verse]\r\n[tab]        [ch]C[/ch]                             [ch]G[/ch]   \r\nBy the windy shores o' Canada bay I broke my fast for Lucia's day,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]\r\nA beguiling figure she blew my away & rattled me rovin' heart,[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]C[/ch]                               [ch]G[/ch]\r\nThe snipers crack, the metronome of pricy heels on polished stone,[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]Am[/ch]                                                  N.C.\r\nThat I were soon to call my own by way o' the ancient art.[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Verse]\r\n[tab]       [ch]C[/ch]                                    [ch]G[/ch]\r\nI were cozened by a whiff-o-the-whim that scours the Costa harryin',[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nThe likes o' men who've lost the lamp, the rudderless and bewildered,[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]C[/ch]                                 [ch]G[/ch]\r\nThe sands below are littered wi'bones o'those who've taken a belly o'stones,[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nAnd turned their backs on wives & homes to follow the black Matilda.[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]                          [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nHo-ro m'lovelies cross yer hearts & hope to die,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]                                    [ch]G[/ch]\r\nIf e'er ye're drawn beneath a murky fathom of her eye,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]                          [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nHo-ro m'lovelies kiss yer arse a fond goodbye,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]                                     [ch]G[/ch]\r\nYe'll never again be able to lift yer head so bloody high.[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]              [ch]C[/ch]                           [ch]G[/ch]\r\nFor even the boys of Inverary know, from Tortuga to Jericho,[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nShe took three hundred souls below off the deck o' the Andalusia,[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]C[/ch]                            [ch]G[/ch]\r\nThe poets and the Sages tried to warn us down the ages,[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nTheir blood drips from the pages where they tell o' the Black Matilda.[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Verse]\r\n[tab]      [ch]C[/ch]                               [ch]G[/ch]\r\nShe pursed her lips & spun a tune as fine as any silk cocoon,[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nThat's ever left McEacherns loom & held me there in a tawper,[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]C[/ch]                           [ch]G[/ch]\r\nA bastard I was born y'ken? I lived as tho' I'd never end,[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nI'll die a disenchanted man, they'll bury me as a pauper,[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Verse]\r\n[tab]      [ch]C[/ch]                                      [ch]G[/ch]\r\nFor men have drowned & men have swung, the brig at Iron Cove were hung,[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nWi' a garland of the old, the young, all battered & unfamiliar,[/tab]\r\n[tab]  [ch]C[/ch]                                    [ch]G[/ch]\r\nThere's no poetry there's no tune, no point in howlin' at the moon,[/tab]\r\n[tab]   [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nA caution to ye very soon ye'll waltz yer Black Matilda.[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]                          [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nHo-ro m'lovelies cross yer hearts & hope to die,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]                                     [ch]G[/ch]\r\nIf e'er ye're drawn beneath a murky fathom of her eye,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]                          [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nHo-ro m'lovelies kiss yer arse a fond goodbye,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]                                     [ch]G[/ch]\r\nYe'll never again be able to lift yer head so bloody high.[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]              [ch]C[/ch]                           [ch]G[/ch]\r\nFor even the boys of Inverary know, from Tortuga to Jericho,[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nShe took three hundred souls below off the deck o' the Andalusia,[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]C[/ch]                            [ch]G[/ch]\r\nThe poets and the Sages tried to warn us down the ages,[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nTheir blood drips from the pages where they tell o' the Black Matilda.[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Verse]\r\n[tab]        [ch]C[/ch]                             [ch]G[/ch]   \r\nBy the windy shores O' Canada bay I blew my friggin brains away[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]\r\nIt's not as tho' I'm proud to say, it's not as tho' I coulda killed her[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]C[/ch]                                [ch]G[/ch]\r\nI'm off to Hell's begotten shores where men like me have sailed before[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]Am[/ch]                                                   N.C.\r\nAnd they shall sail forever more in the name o' the Black Matilda[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]                            [ch]G[/ch]\r\nHo-Ro m'lovelies, cross yer hearts & hope to die,[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]Am[/ch]              \r\nIt's enough to make ye cry, enough to make ye cry,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]                            [ch]G[/ch]\r\nHo-Ro m'lovelies, kiss yer arse a fond goodbye,[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nIt's enough to make ye cry, enough to make ye cry,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]                            [ch]G[/ch]\r\nHo-Ro m'lovelies, cross yer hearts & hope to die,[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nIt's enough to make ye cry, enough to make ye cry,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]                            [ch]G[/ch]\r\nHo-Ro m'lovelies, kiss yer arse a fond goodbye,[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nIt's enough to make ye cry, enough to make ye cry,[/tab]\r\n     Am                                 (let ring)\r\nEnough to make ye cry, enough to make ye cry,\r\n\r\nEnough to make ye cry, enough to make ye cry,\r\n\r\nEnough to make ye cry, enough to make ye die,","plain_text":"\"The Black Matilda\" by The Rumjacks on their album \"Gangs of New Holland\"\nTabs by Bradhitsbass\n\n\n[Verse]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Chorus]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Chorus]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Chorus]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n     Am                                 (let ring)\nEnough to make ye cry, enough to make ye cry,\n\nEnough to make ye cry, enough to make ye cry,\n\nEnough to make ye cry, enough to make ye die,","chords":["C","G","Am","A"],"chord_diagrams":{"Am":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,2,3,1,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,2,1,0]},"C":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,3,2,0,1,0],"frets":[0,3,2,0,1,0]},"G":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[2,1,0,0,0,3],"frets":[3,2,0,0,0,3]}}}