The Black Matilda The Rumjacks
"The Black Matilda" by The Rumjacks on their album "Gangs of New Holland"
Tabs by Bradhitsbass
Verse
By the w[C]indy shores o' Canada bay I br[G]oke my fast for Lucia's day,
[Am]A beguiling figure she blew my away & rattled me rovin' heart,
The sn[C]ipers crack, the metronome of pr[G]icy heels on polished stone,
Am (mute)
That I were soon to call my own by way o' the ancient art.
Verse
I were [C]cozened by a whiff-o-the-whim that sc[G]ours the Costa harryin',
The li[Am]kes o' men who've lost the lamp, the rudderless and bewildered,
The san[C]ds below are littered wi'bones o't[G]hose whove taken a belly o'stones,
And tu[Am]rned their backs on wives & homes to follow the black Matilda.
Chorus
[G]Ho-ro m'lovelies cross yer [Am]hearts & hope to die,
[Am]If e'er ye're drawn beneath a murky fa[G]thom of her eye,
[G]Ho-ro m'lovelies kiss yer a[Am]rse a fond goodbye,
[Am]Ye'll never again be able to lift yer h[G]ead so bloody high.
For even the b[C]oys of Inverary know, from T[G]ortuga to Jericho,
She [Am]took three hundred souls below off the deck o' the Andalusia,
The p[C]oets and the Sages tried to w[G]arn us down the ages,
Their b[Am]lood drips from the pages where they tell o' the Black Matilda.
Verse
She pu[C]rsed her lips & spun a tune as f[G]ine as any silk cocoon,
That's e[Am]ver left McEacherns loom & held me there in a tawper,
A ba[C]stard I was born y'ken? I li[G]ved as tho' I'd never end,
I'll d[Am]ie a disenchanted man, they'll bury me as a pauper,
Verse
For me[C]n have drowned & men have swung, the br[G]ig at Iron Cove were hung,
Wi' a [Am]garland of the old, the young, all battered & unfamiliar,
Th[C]ere's no poetry theres no tune, no p[G]oint in howlin' at the moon,
A c[Am]aution to ye very soon ye'll waltz yer Black Matilda.
Chorus
[G]Ho-ro m'lovelies cross yer [Am]hearts & hope to die,
[Am]If e'er ye're drawn beneath a murky fat[G]hom of her eye,
[G]Ho-ro m'lovelies kiss yer a[Am]rse a fond goodbye,
[Am]Ye'll never again be able to lift yer h[G]ead so bloody high.
For even the b[C]oys of Inverary know, from T[G]ortuga to Jericho,
She [Am]took three hundred souls below off the deck o' the Andalusia,
The p[C]oets and the Sages tried to w[G]arn us down the ages,
Their b[Am]lood drips from the pages where they tell o' the Black Matilda.
Verse
By the w[C]indy shores o Canada bay I bro[G]ke my fast for Lucia's day,
[Am]A beguiling figure she blew my away & rattled me rovin' heart,
The sn[C]ipers crack, the metronome of pr[G]icy heels on polished stone,
Am (mute)
That I were soon to call my own by way o' the ancient art.
Chorus
[C]Ho-Ro m'lovelies, cross yer h[G]earts & hope to die,
Its e[Am]nough to make ye cry, enough to make ye cry,
[C]Ho-Ro m'lovelies, kiss yer ar[G]se a fond goodbye,
Its e[Am]nough to make ye cry, enough to make ye cry,
[C]Ho-Ro m'lovelies, cross yer h[G]earts & hope to die,
Its e[Am]nough to make ye cry, enough to make ye cry,
[C]Ho-Ro m'lovelies, kiss yer ar[G]se a fond goodbye,
It's [Am]enough to make ye cry, enough to make ye cry,
Am (let ring)
Enough 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,
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