"Great Big Sea / Gone By The Board" lyrics

"Great Big Sea / Gone By The Board"

Great big sea hove in Long Beach
Whack fal-o-ral tad-dle did-dle i-do
Great big sea hove in Long Beach
Granny Snooks she lost her speech
To me right fol-di-dy fol-dee

Great big sea hove in the Harbour
Whack fal-o-ral tad-dle did-dle i-do
Great big sea hove in the Harbour
Hove right up to Keough's Parlour
To me right fol-di-dy fol-dee

Mother, dear I wants a sack
Whack fal-o-ral tad-dle did-dle i-do
Mother, dear I wants a sack
With beads and buttons all down me back
To me right fol-di-dy fol-dee

Me boot is broke, me frock is tore
Whack fal-o-ral tad-dle did-dle i-do
Boot is broke, me frock is tore
But Granny Snooks I do adore
To me right fol-di-dy fol-dee

Fish is gone and the flour is high
Whack fal-o-ral tad-dle did-dle i-do
Fish is gone and the flour is high
Granny Snooks she can't have I
To me right fol-di-dy fol-dee

She will have me in the fall
Whack fal-o-ral tad-dle did-dle i-do
If she don't I'll hoist my sail
Hove right up to old Canaille
To me right fol-di-dy fol-dee

Great big sea hove in Long Beach
Whack fal-o-ral tad-dle did-dle i-do
Great big sea hove in Long Beach
Granny Snooks she lost her speech
To me right fol-di-dy fol-dee


Writer(s): Alan Doyle, Robert Hallett, Darrell Power, Trad, Sean McCann
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