Ralph McTell – Around The Wild Cape Horn (Ukulele)
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Chords
Capo'd at the 2nd fret
F F F Dm G F I was born a land-bound farm boy and in New England raised, F Dm G The rippling of the wheat fields, well they were my ocean waves. F F F Dm G F Each cry and call, each rise and fall, of the crows a-cross the corn F G F F Dm G Were seagulls swooping a-cross the bow, of a ship I dreamed I'd sail a-round F Cape Horn. F F F Dm G F My deck was the dusty farm yard, my mast was the telegraph pole F Dm G And the windblow choir in the telephone wire was the call heard in my soul F F F Dm G F And it seemed to have been singing since the day that I was born F G F F Dm G I'm gonna take a trip on a sailing ship, all the way around the wild Cape F Horn F F F Dm G F Well I found that ship in Hamburg, her name it was Peking F Dm G Our skipper's name was Captain Jürs, and I'd never met a man like him. F F F Dm G F He pulled two men out from the sea, by the hair, in a raging storm. F G F F Dm G And he kept that grip on a sailing ship, all the way around the wild Cape F Horn. G Dm Well its four hours on and its four hours off and you sleep in your wet F clothes F F Dm G The only dry thing on the ship is the cargo down below F F F Dm G F Eleven thousand miles we sailed, nigh on one hundred dawns F G F F Dm G F Thirty two sails on a heaving ship, pulling us around the wild cape horn F F F Dm G F Well the cargo weighed five thousand tons, the ship three thousand more. F Dm G An acre of sail was up aloft, some seventeen storeys tall. F F F Dm G F And we had a pig, and a scruffy dog and a turkey fed on corn. F G F F Dm G F And willing hands who catch the wind, hauling us around the wild Cape Horn. F F F Dm G F For seventeen days we were becalmed and then Friday the thirteenth F Dm G Sixty eight great ships were lost in the storm of the century. F F F Dm G F But we were swept into the Atlantic, on a sun-lit sparkling morn, F G F F Dm G The turkey got sick, so we ate him quick, on the way around the wild Cape F Horn. G Dm F Well she had us sort of hypnotised, no time to catch our breath, F F Dm G If you want to feel real alive, well you have to flirt with death. F F F Dm G F Sail close to the harnessed wind, and treat all risks with scorn F G F F Dm G A farm boy and an un-yoked team, ploughed their way around the wild Cape F Horn. F F F Dm G F Now on that voyage we lost two boys, they got thrown overboard. F Dm G Silence from us down below, no one could put in words. F F F Dm G F Two empty bunks to mark the space in our young lives to mourn, F G F F Dm G F Voids between all life and death, on the way around the wild Cape Horn F F F Dm G F And mountain waves, like avalanches crashed upon the decks, F Dm G The screaming winds snapped ropes and spars, and tried to have us wrecked. F F F Dm G F But she rose and fell through foam and swell, her sails were ripped and torn F G F F Dm G F Eight thousand tons tossed like a cork, on the way around the wild Cape Horn. G Dm F And she had us sort of hypnotised, no time to catch our breath, F F Dm G If you want to feel real alive, well you have to flirt with death. F F F Dm G F Sail close to the harnessed wind, and treat all risks with scorn F G F F Dm G A farm boy and an un-yoked team, ploughed their way around the wild Cape F Horn. F G F F Dm G Well, a farm boy and un-yoked team, ploughed their way around the wild Cape F Horn.