Patrick Spencer

C G/B Am F C Oh, don't the moon look pretty, she sails like a ship in the sky Dm G F G7 C Darling, you don't know nothing about sailing, she's got a cast in her eye G/B Am F C When the moon weeps silvery tears, you can look for a terrible storm Dm G F G C I pity the sailor that's out tomorrow, I'm glad I can bide here at home G/B Am F C If you be Patrick Spencer, and that man you'd better be Dm G F G7 I have a letter here from the King, he commands you to go to sea C G/B Am F C It's little he thinks of your danger, as he sits with his wine and his song Dm G F G C His little daughter in far Norway, she's sick and she wants to come home C G/B F G C G/B Am F C Well, he could have sent me greetings, he could have cast me blame Dm G F G7 He could have asked me a hundred favours, god knows, I'd never complain G G/B Am F C But this running up in the rigging with a hurricane on the wing Dm G F G C It's come to a matter of life and death to have to pleasure the King C G/B F G F G7 C G/B Am F C Standing out to sea that day, oh lord, it commenced to rain Dm G F G7 C The waves like the tops of mountains and the wind like a thing in pain G/B Am F C Patrick Spencer calls for his glass and he puts it in Johnny's hand Dm G F G C Saying, "Run up, Johnny, as high as you can, and see if you see any land" G/B Am F C "No land, Patrick Spencer, nor ever a sight of shore" Dm G F G7 C "Well than, give it over, lads", he cried, "you'll never see home anymore G/B Am F C Never mind your buckled shoes, you'll wet more than your feet Dm G F G C And as for this letter from the King, it's a damn small winding-sheet" C G/B F G F G7 C G/B Am F C Christinie be a long, long time a-waiting for me to come home Dm G F G7 And the cold, cold sea be a long, long time a-washing over my bones C G/B Am F C And that man that told the King about me, well, I wish I had him here Dm G F G C The very last favour I'd ever have granted, is to carry him under with me