Gordon Bok – The Sands Of Dee (Guitar)

                     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