Capo 2
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[Em]Cold February and all is not well
There's few will sleep easy this night
[Am]Down on the dockside, grim [G]silent men standing
[Bm]Under the [Am]pale yellow [Em]light
There's [Em]scarcely a [Bm]murmur and [Em]laughter there's [Bm]none
Of [Em]whispering there's [Bm]barely a [Em]sound
For their [Am]thoughts are away, down [G]there in the bay
Where it's [Em]said that the [Bm]Lairdsfield is [Em]down
[Gm]Bleak February a [F]cruel bitter wind
[Eb]Stirs up the black briny [Dm7]foam
Out [Gm]there on the sea is [F]no place to be
Far [Eb]better by the [Dm7]fireside and [Gm]warm
But [Gm]not for the [Dm7]sailor the [Gm]soft easy [Am]chair
He's [Gm]out there [Dm]earning his [Gm]bread
But [Cm]tonight there are ten who'll work [Bb]never again
[Gm]Counted a[Dm]mong the drowned [Gm]dead
[Dm]Dark February a [C]few flakes of snow
Drift [Bb]over bowed heads on the [Am7]stray[A]
By the [Dm]breakwater side and a[C]long by the Gare
They [Bb]wait for the [Am]first streaks of [Dm]day
And [Gm]over the [Dm]sand-dunes and [Gm]over the [Am]bar
See a [Gm]few feet of [Dm]keel nothing [Gm]more
Held [Dm]fast in the sand with [C]all of her hands
[Bb]Barely two [A]miles from the [Dm]shore
[Em]Sad February and [D]all is not well
There's [C]few will sleep easy this [G]night
[Am]Down at the dockside, grim [B7]silent men standing
[C]Under the [Am]pale yellow [Em]light
For [Em]down there at [Bm]Teesmouth
The [Em]Lairdsfield is [Am]drowned
And [Em]with her every [Bm]man of her [Em]crew
[Am]Ten men who'll not see the [G]springtime again
Nor [Em]yet see the [Bm]cold winter [Em]through
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[Em]Cold February and all is not well
There's few will sleep easy this night
[Am]Down on the dockside, grim [G]silent men standing
[Bm]Under the [Am]pale yellow [Em]light
There's [Em]scarcely a [Bm]murmur and [Em]laughter there's [Bm]none
Of [Em]whispering there's [Bm]barely a [Em]sound
For their [Am]thoughts are away, down [G]there in the bay
Where it's [Em]said that the [Bm]Lairdsfield is [Em]down
[Gm]Bleak February a [F]cruel bitter wind
[Eb]Stirs up the black briny [Dm7]foam
Out [Gm]there on the sea is [F]no place to be
Far [Eb]better by the [Dm7]fireside and [Gm]warm
But [Gm]not for the [Dm7]sailor the [Gm]soft easy [Am]chair
He's [Gm]out there [Dm]earning his [Gm]bread
But [Cm]tonight there are ten who'll work [Bb]never again
[Gm]Counted a[Dm]mong the drowned [Gm]dead
[Dm]Dark February a [C]few flakes of snow
Drift [Bb]over bowed heads on the [Am7]stray[A]
By the [Dm]breakwater side and a[C]long by the Gare
They [Bb]wait for the [Am]first streaks of [Dm]day
And [Gm]over the [Dm]sand-dunes and [Gm]over the [Am]bar
See a [Gm]few feet of [Dm]keel nothing [Gm]more
Held [Dm]fast in the sand with [C]all of her hands
[Bb]Barely two [A]miles from the [Dm]shore
[Em]Sad February and [D]all is not well
There's [C]few will sleep easy this [G]night
[Am]Down at the dockside, grim [B7]silent men standing
[C]Under the [Am]pale yellow [Em]light
For [Em]down there at [Bm]Teesmouth
The [Em]Lairdsfield is [Am]drowned
And [Em]with her every [Bm]man of her [Em]crew
[Am]Ten men who'll not see the [G]springtime again
Nor [Em]yet see the [Bm]cold winter [Em]through