Chords for Archie Fisher - "Coll Mackenzie"
Tempo:
83.55 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Bb
Ab
F
Cm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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I'm from the department [Eb] I've been doing recently, I've been in Canada [F] last year, did a [Gb] Coast
to Coast trip from [F] there all the way to [Eb] Newfoundland.
Just done a lot of bits in the middle, I do.
[Bb]
Newfoundland's a good place for a singer.
The two fellows there, they don't keep it in.
[Bb] There's a good few melodic there and accordion there.
There's a street there with ten bars, [F] it's a bit like Wool Street for drinking and clubbing.
We went to do a song meeting at ten bars, I [Bb] made some brew, we got [Eb] a drink as well.
I just arrived at the airport, [F] the guy that picked me up was telling me I had to meet
this guy called Frankie Marr.
I played a radio interview [Bb] that Frankie had done for a couple of years.
Frankie's a lady, he's still sessioning.
An interviewer asked him, [F] Frankie what do you want people to say about you when [Eb] you've gone?
Frankie said, what do you mean when I've gone?
When you've passed on?
Do you mean when I'm lying in my coffin [B] there awake and all my friends and family?
[Eb] Yes, what do you want people to say about you?
He says, I want them to say, my God he's still breathing.
[Bb]
We were barely breathing the time we left the South Park.
[Eb] A lot of Scots, in Hankerkes especially, went to the [F] Maritimes.
There's a story of [Eb] one from [F] the Asset Peninsula, [Eb] one called Mackenzie.
He went in for an hour and exchanged some of his pieces.
They'd all go to the traditional song, it starts off with people dying, I've done it twice.
The name was Claude Mackenzie, I'll have you [Cm] understand [Ab] that I am an acid croaker.
I don't know what to do [Eb] from now on.
I lost my darling Catherine, she died in [Cm] Gimber.
The factory [Ab] to raise three sons without her was the hardest [Bb] thing on earth.
They've grown and gone to Glasgow to [Eb] break the factory's drought.
[Ab] The work is harder and cooler than a deer yolk [Eb] to the [Bb] plough.
[Eb] Now I lay with some ears [Bb] just to pay my [Cm] tax and [Eb] dues.
Then a blackie [Ab] from Canada that brought the [Eb] saddest news.
My brother drowned off St.
John's in the [B] spring.
The [Eb] 60's re [Ab]-entered his widow's room to say that she'd be well [Bb] disposed to be.
And she sent along the [Eb] lightest from MacArthur's song.
[Ab] They're a fancy frog and parasol with [Eb] a sun-de-vonish [Bb] wall.
[Bbm] Now there's [Eb] nothing here to keep me.
The bracken's out [Gm] of the land and [Ab] the fish is bleeding also.
But you say you [Eb] live single-handedly.
So I set off for Liverpool [Bb] to work my crafty [Ab] jaw.
I'm a leaky, dry ripper [Eb] called the Queen of [Bb] Posh.
And I had no strong [Eb] oil skins to keep me dry and warm.
Just a lovely, [Ab] folded plane to keep me from [Bb]
[Eb] the fire I had in Boston.
[Bb] A week [C] and a wee [G] man had jumped a grand-page scooter from North [Eb] to England land.
They listened to my story as we sat [Bb] around the stove.
[Ab] And they wondered at the journey I'd made for sake [Bb] of love.
And they fed me beef and soft cod, [Eb] sour oak and candle tea.
And I was hailing [Ab] a party when I reached for St.
[Bb] John's tea.
And they showed [Eb] me to a cabin that stood above the [Gm] bay.
And we [Ab] laughed and joked together as they would not [Eb] obey.
And when God was answered swiftly by a woman of fine [Cm] grace.
[Gm] And [Ab] asked her little Janet, a grin broke o'er [Bb] her face.
Now she would be called [Eb] Mackenzie, the handsome woman's smile.
[Ab] It is my young sister that has [Bb] bestowed on the guy.
[Eb] And she led me to the bar [Bb] where there, to my [G]
surprise,
[Eb] sat my elder brother [Ab] Angus, full [Eb] fit before my eyes.
And the last scene in the likeness was standing by the door.
And [Ab] we all embraced each other, happiness [Bb] before.
And they marched up to a [Eb] larder that was sailing on the bay.
And they flew [Ab] right east of the basins, a thought from [Bb] far away.
[Eb] Now her name was Barbara Mackenzie, we're not happy you [C] understand [G] [Ab] that.
St.
John's Fisherman, the woeful, fierce, [Bb] drunk liar.
[N]
to Coast trip from [F] there all the way to [Eb] Newfoundland.
Just done a lot of bits in the middle, I do.
[Bb]
Newfoundland's a good place for a singer.
The two fellows there, they don't keep it in.
[Bb] There's a good few melodic there and accordion there.
There's a street there with ten bars, [F] it's a bit like Wool Street for drinking and clubbing.
We went to do a song meeting at ten bars, I [Bb] made some brew, we got [Eb] a drink as well.
I just arrived at the airport, [F] the guy that picked me up was telling me I had to meet
this guy called Frankie Marr.
I played a radio interview [Bb] that Frankie had done for a couple of years.
Frankie's a lady, he's still sessioning.
An interviewer asked him, [F] Frankie what do you want people to say about you when [Eb] you've gone?
Frankie said, what do you mean when I've gone?
When you've passed on?
Do you mean when I'm lying in my coffin [B] there awake and all my friends and family?
[Eb] Yes, what do you want people to say about you?
He says, I want them to say, my God he's still breathing.
[Bb]
We were barely breathing the time we left the South Park.
[Eb] A lot of Scots, in Hankerkes especially, went to the [F] Maritimes.
There's a story of [Eb] one from [F] the Asset Peninsula, [Eb] one called Mackenzie.
He went in for an hour and exchanged some of his pieces.
They'd all go to the traditional song, it starts off with people dying, I've done it twice.
The name was Claude Mackenzie, I'll have you [Cm] understand [Ab] that I am an acid croaker.
I don't know what to do [Eb] from now on.
I lost my darling Catherine, she died in [Cm] Gimber.
The factory [Ab] to raise three sons without her was the hardest [Bb] thing on earth.
They've grown and gone to Glasgow to [Eb] break the factory's drought.
[Ab] The work is harder and cooler than a deer yolk [Eb] to the [Bb] plough.
[Eb] Now I lay with some ears [Bb] just to pay my [Cm] tax and [Eb] dues.
Then a blackie [Ab] from Canada that brought the [Eb] saddest news.
My brother drowned off St.
John's in the [B] spring.
The [Eb] 60's re [Ab]-entered his widow's room to say that she'd be well [Bb] disposed to be.
And she sent along the [Eb] lightest from MacArthur's song.
[Ab] They're a fancy frog and parasol with [Eb] a sun-de-vonish [Bb] wall.
[Bbm] Now there's [Eb] nothing here to keep me.
The bracken's out [Gm] of the land and [Ab] the fish is bleeding also.
But you say you [Eb] live single-handedly.
So I set off for Liverpool [Bb] to work my crafty [Ab] jaw.
I'm a leaky, dry ripper [Eb] called the Queen of [Bb] Posh.
And I had no strong [Eb] oil skins to keep me dry and warm.
Just a lovely, [Ab] folded plane to keep me from [Bb]
[Eb] the fire I had in Boston.
[Bb] A week [C] and a wee [G] man had jumped a grand-page scooter from North [Eb] to England land.
They listened to my story as we sat [Bb] around the stove.
[Ab] And they wondered at the journey I'd made for sake [Bb] of love.
And they fed me beef and soft cod, [Eb] sour oak and candle tea.
And I was hailing [Ab] a party when I reached for St.
[Bb] John's tea.
And they showed [Eb] me to a cabin that stood above the [Gm] bay.
And we [Ab] laughed and joked together as they would not [Eb] obey.
And when God was answered swiftly by a woman of fine [Cm] grace.
[Gm] And [Ab] asked her little Janet, a grin broke o'er [Bb] her face.
Now she would be called [Eb] Mackenzie, the handsome woman's smile.
[Ab] It is my young sister that has [Bb] bestowed on the guy.
[Eb] And she led me to the bar [Bb] where there, to my [G]
surprise,
[Eb] sat my elder brother [Ab] Angus, full [Eb] fit before my eyes.
And the last scene in the likeness was standing by the door.
And [Ab] we all embraced each other, happiness [Bb] before.
And they marched up to a [Eb] larder that was sailing on the bay.
And they flew [Ab] right east of the basins, a thought from [Bb] far away.
[Eb] Now her name was Barbara Mackenzie, we're not happy you [C] understand [G] [Ab] that.
St.
John's Fisherman, the woeful, fierce, [Bb] drunk liar.
[N]
Key:
Eb
Bb
Ab
F
Cm
Eb
Bb
Ab
_ _ _ _ _ _ I'm from _ _ _ the department [Eb] I've been doing recently, I've been in Canada [F] last year, did a [Gb] Coast
to Coast trip from [F] there all the way to [Eb] Newfoundland.
_ Just done a lot of bits in the middle, I do.
[Bb] _ _ _
_ _ _ Newfoundland's a good place for a singer. _
The two fellows there, they don't keep it in.
_ [Bb] There's a good few melodic there and accordion there.
_ There's a street there with ten bars, [F] it's a bit like Wool Street for drinking and clubbing.
We went to do a song meeting at ten bars, I [Bb] made some brew, we got [Eb] a drink as well. _
I just arrived at the airport, [F] the guy that picked me up was telling me I had to meet
this guy called Frankie Marr.
I played a radio interview [Bb] that Frankie had done for a couple of years.
_ Frankie's a lady, he's still sessioning. _ _
An interviewer asked him, [F] Frankie what do you want people to say about you when [Eb] you've gone?
Frankie said, what do you mean when I've gone?
_ When you've passed on?
Do you mean when I'm lying in my coffin [B] there awake and all my friends and family?
[Eb] Yes, what do you want people to say about you?
He says, I want them to say, my God he's still breathing.
[Bb] _ _ _
_ We were barely breathing the time we left the South Park.
[Eb] A lot of Scots, in Hankerkes especially, went to the [F] Maritimes.
There's a story of [Eb] one from [F] the Asset Peninsula, [Eb] one _ called Mackenzie.
He went in for an hour and exchanged some of his pieces.
They'd all go to the traditional song, it starts off with people dying, I've done it twice. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
The name was Claude Mackenzie, I'll have you [Cm] understand [Ab] that I am an acid croaker.
I don't know what to do [Eb] from now on. _
I lost my darling Catherine, she died in [Cm] Gimber.
The factory [Ab] to raise three sons without her was the hardest [Bb] thing on earth. _
They've grown and gone to Glasgow to [Eb] break the factory's drought.
[Ab] The work is harder and cooler than a deer yolk [Eb] to the [Bb] plough. _
_ [Eb] Now I lay with some ears [Bb] just to pay my [Cm] tax and [Eb] dues.
Then a blackie [Ab] from Canada that brought the [Eb] saddest news.
_ My brother drowned off St.
John's in the [B] spring.
The [Eb] 60's re [Ab]-entered his widow's room to say that she'd be well [Bb] disposed to be.
_ And she sent along the [Eb] lightest from MacArthur's song.
[Ab] They're a fancy frog and parasol with [Eb] a sun-de-vonish [Bb] wall.
_ _ [Bbm] Now there's [Eb] nothing here to keep me.
The bracken's out [Gm] of the land and [Ab] the fish is bleeding also.
But you say you [Eb] live single-handedly.
_ So I set off for Liverpool [Bb] to work my crafty [Ab] jaw.
I'm a leaky, dry ripper [Eb] called the Queen of [Bb] Posh.
_ And I had no strong [Eb] oil skins to keep me dry and warm.
Just a lovely, [Ab] folded plane to keep me from [Bb] _
_ _ _ [Eb] the fire I had in Boston.
[Bb] A week [C] and a wee [G] man had jumped a grand-page scooter from North [Eb] to England land.
_ They listened to my story as we sat [Bb] around the stove.
[Ab] And they wondered at the journey I'd made for sake [Bb] of love.
And they fed me beef and soft cod, [Eb] sour oak and candle tea.
And I was hailing [Ab] a party when I reached for St.
[Bb] John's tea.
_ And they showed [Eb] me to a cabin that stood above the [Gm] bay.
And we [Ab] laughed and joked together as they would not [Eb] obey.
_ And when God was answered swiftly by a woman of fine [Cm] grace.
[Gm] And [Ab] asked her little Janet, a grin broke o'er [Bb] her face.
Now she would be called [Eb] Mackenzie, the handsome woman's smile.
[Ab] It is my young sister that has [Bb] bestowed on the guy. _
_ [Eb] And she led me to the bar [Bb] where there, to my [G]
surprise,
[Eb] sat my elder brother [Ab] Angus, full [Eb] fit before my eyes.
And the last scene in the likeness was standing by the door.
And [Ab] we all embraced each other, happiness [Bb] before. _
And they marched up to a [Eb] larder that was sailing on the bay.
And they flew [Ab] right east of the basins, a thought from [Bb] far away. _ _
[Eb] Now her name was Barbara Mackenzie, we're not happy you [C] understand [G] [Ab] that.
St.
John's Fisherman, the woeful, fierce, [Bb] drunk liar.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
to Coast trip from [F] there all the way to [Eb] Newfoundland.
_ Just done a lot of bits in the middle, I do.
[Bb] _ _ _
_ _ _ Newfoundland's a good place for a singer. _
The two fellows there, they don't keep it in.
_ [Bb] There's a good few melodic there and accordion there.
_ There's a street there with ten bars, [F] it's a bit like Wool Street for drinking and clubbing.
We went to do a song meeting at ten bars, I [Bb] made some brew, we got [Eb] a drink as well. _
I just arrived at the airport, [F] the guy that picked me up was telling me I had to meet
this guy called Frankie Marr.
I played a radio interview [Bb] that Frankie had done for a couple of years.
_ Frankie's a lady, he's still sessioning. _ _
An interviewer asked him, [F] Frankie what do you want people to say about you when [Eb] you've gone?
Frankie said, what do you mean when I've gone?
_ When you've passed on?
Do you mean when I'm lying in my coffin [B] there awake and all my friends and family?
[Eb] Yes, what do you want people to say about you?
He says, I want them to say, my God he's still breathing.
[Bb] _ _ _
_ We were barely breathing the time we left the South Park.
[Eb] A lot of Scots, in Hankerkes especially, went to the [F] Maritimes.
There's a story of [Eb] one from [F] the Asset Peninsula, [Eb] one _ called Mackenzie.
He went in for an hour and exchanged some of his pieces.
They'd all go to the traditional song, it starts off with people dying, I've done it twice. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
The name was Claude Mackenzie, I'll have you [Cm] understand [Ab] that I am an acid croaker.
I don't know what to do [Eb] from now on. _
I lost my darling Catherine, she died in [Cm] Gimber.
The factory [Ab] to raise three sons without her was the hardest [Bb] thing on earth. _
They've grown and gone to Glasgow to [Eb] break the factory's drought.
[Ab] The work is harder and cooler than a deer yolk [Eb] to the [Bb] plough. _
_ [Eb] Now I lay with some ears [Bb] just to pay my [Cm] tax and [Eb] dues.
Then a blackie [Ab] from Canada that brought the [Eb] saddest news.
_ My brother drowned off St.
John's in the [B] spring.
The [Eb] 60's re [Ab]-entered his widow's room to say that she'd be well [Bb] disposed to be.
_ And she sent along the [Eb] lightest from MacArthur's song.
[Ab] They're a fancy frog and parasol with [Eb] a sun-de-vonish [Bb] wall.
_ _ [Bbm] Now there's [Eb] nothing here to keep me.
The bracken's out [Gm] of the land and [Ab] the fish is bleeding also.
But you say you [Eb] live single-handedly.
_ So I set off for Liverpool [Bb] to work my crafty [Ab] jaw.
I'm a leaky, dry ripper [Eb] called the Queen of [Bb] Posh.
_ And I had no strong [Eb] oil skins to keep me dry and warm.
Just a lovely, [Ab] folded plane to keep me from [Bb] _
_ _ _ [Eb] the fire I had in Boston.
[Bb] A week [C] and a wee [G] man had jumped a grand-page scooter from North [Eb] to England land.
_ They listened to my story as we sat [Bb] around the stove.
[Ab] And they wondered at the journey I'd made for sake [Bb] of love.
And they fed me beef and soft cod, [Eb] sour oak and candle tea.
And I was hailing [Ab] a party when I reached for St.
[Bb] John's tea.
_ And they showed [Eb] me to a cabin that stood above the [Gm] bay.
And we [Ab] laughed and joked together as they would not [Eb] obey.
_ And when God was answered swiftly by a woman of fine [Cm] grace.
[Gm] And [Ab] asked her little Janet, a grin broke o'er [Bb] her face.
Now she would be called [Eb] Mackenzie, the handsome woman's smile.
[Ab] It is my young sister that has [Bb] bestowed on the guy. _
_ [Eb] And she led me to the bar [Bb] where there, to my [G]
surprise,
[Eb] sat my elder brother [Ab] Angus, full [Eb] fit before my eyes.
And the last scene in the likeness was standing by the door.
And [Ab] we all embraced each other, happiness [Bb] before. _
And they marched up to a [Eb] larder that was sailing on the bay.
And they flew [Ab] right east of the basins, a thought from [Bb] far away. _ _
[Eb] Now her name was Barbara Mackenzie, we're not happy you [C] understand [G] [Ab] that.
St.
John's Fisherman, the woeful, fierce, [Bb] drunk liar.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _