Little Boats Of Newfoundland

D C G G When the little boats go out to sea, C From the shores of Newfoundland, D God, do me a favour, D7 G you guide them with your hand; Protect them from the dangers C and the fury of the sea, D For those little boats of Newfoundland, D7 G Lord, mean the world to me. Spoken: My Mama told me stories, C when I was just a little boy, D 'Bout the little boats of Newfoundland D7 G that sometimes made me cry; She told me of the hardships C and the dangers of the sea, D That will remain until the day I die D7 G in my memo- ries. Brave men, she said, is what they are, C Those who face the icy winds; D Knowing when they leave the sheltered coves, D7 G They may never, ever come back again; Then as the teardrops filled my eyes, C She'd hold my tiny hand, D And say, son, the proudest thing on earth, D7 G Are those little boats of Newfound- land D C G G When the little boats go out to sea, C From the shores of Newfoundland, D God, do me a favour, D7 G you guide them with your hand; Protect them from the dangers C and the fury of the sea, D For those little boats of Newfoundland, D7 G Lord, mean the world to me. D Yes, those little boats of Newfoundland, C G Lord, mean the world to me.