The Longest Johns – Anne Louise (Ukulele)

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Oh the Anne Louise is waiting for a crew to jump aboard

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To take her out to deeper waters further from the shore

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For its quiet and still in the Harbor,

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not a voice to be heard in the bay

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But the winds coming down from Norway

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and there's plenty to be done today

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Oh, cast off me lads,

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we'll set the sails harding,

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'cause she's been gasping for some action

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out on the open seas,

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oh there's nothing quite like pitching along at dangerous speeds,

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with my hand on the tiller of my sky blue westerly

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Oh we've coffee and we've bacon and we've everything on board,

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so cried the crew: "cast off from this safe haven we've been moored,

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for there's salt wind in our lungs boys and salt blood in our veins,

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but the wind's coming down from Norway making horses beyond the cranes

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Oh, cast off me lads,

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we'll set the sails harding,

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'cause she's been gasping for some action

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out on the open seas,

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oh there's nothing quite like pitching along at dangerous speeds,

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with my hand on the tiller of my sky blue westerly

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Oh she may be kind of small but she's got everything and more,

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for a crew of hopeless sea-dogs to lose sight of the shore,

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oh we may be back in a month or we may be back in a day,

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but the wind's coming down from Norway and there's no way that we can stay

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Oh, cast off me lads,

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we'll set the sails harding,

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'cause she's been gasping for some action

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out on the open seas,

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oh there's nothing quite like pitching along at dangerous speeds,

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with my hand on the tiller of my sky blue westerly

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Oh the Anne Louise has had her fill and now we must away,

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to walk upon the shores and share the stories of the day,

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oh we may sleep well in our beds tonight and we may not be back here for days,

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but the wind's coming down from Norway and our dreams will be on the waves

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Oh, cast off me lads,

      F             F
we'll set the sails harding,

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'cause she's been gasping for some action

    G           G
out on the open seas,

           C                  F        C                  G
oh there's nothing quite like pitching along at dangerous speeds,

        C           F            C        G     C
with my hand on the tiller of my sky blue westerly

    C           C
Oh, cast off me lads,

      F             F
we'll set the sails harding,

                  C                F
'cause she's been gasping for some action

    G           G
out on the open seas,

           C                  F        C                  G
oh there's nothing quite like pitching along at dangerous speeds,

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with my hand on the tiller of my sky blue westerly