Tono: A
Introducción:
Am F
The poacher and his daughter throw soft
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shadows on the water in the night.
Am F
A thin moon slips behind them as they
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pull the net with no betraying light.
D F
And later on the coast road,
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I meet them and the old man winks a smile.
Am F
And who am I to fast deny the right
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to take a fish once in a while?
Am F
I walk with them, they wish me luck
D G A5 D5 E5 C B
when I ship out on the Sunday from the kyle.
D F
And from the church I hear them singing
C Bb F/A G5
as the ship moves sadly from the pier.
Am F
Oh, poacher's daughter, Sunday best,
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two hundred brave souls share the farewell tear.
F5
There's a house on the hillside,
D5
where the drifting sands are born.
F5
Lay down and let the slow tide wash me
G5 Bb
back to the land where I came from.
C Bb Dm
Where the mountain men are kings
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and the sound of the piper counts for everything.
same
Am F
Long generations from the Isles
D G Am
sent to tread the foreign miles
D5 E5
where the spiral ages meet.
F5
Felt naked dust beneath their feet.
Gm Eb/G
Future sun called winds to blow
Gm Eb/G
and the past and present hard-eyed crow
Gm Eb/G
flew hunting high and circling low over
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blackened plains of Eden.
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