The Sands Of Dee

E D E D E E7 A D A Oh Mary, go call the cattle home F#m Bm E Across the sands of Dee A D E D The western wind was wild with foam A E A And all alone went she E D E D Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh C#m E7 A Ohh, ohh, ohh D A The western tide crept up the sand F#m Bm E Far as the eye could see A D E D The rolling mist came down and hid the land A E A And never home came she E D E D Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh C#m E7 A Ohh, ohh, ohh E A Oh, is it a tress of golden hair D A Above the nets at sea? D E D But never a salmon yet shone so fair A E A Across the sands of Dee E D C#m E7 A Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh E A We rowed her in across the rolling foam D A To her grave beside the sea D E D But still the boatmen hear her call A E A Across the sands of Dee E D E D Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh C#m E7 A Ohh, ohh, ohh