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Song Name: The Last Farewell By: Roger Whittaker
Posted By: Noel_Harmonica Difficulty: Beginner
Key: A Genre: Love
Harp Type: Diatonic Audio:
Created: 2008-07-08 22:07:44 Modified: 2008-08-31 05:08:32
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Song: Verse 1
  -6   -6  -6    -6    -6
There's a ship, lies rigged
 -6  -6 -6  -6 -6  -6  -8
And read-y, in the har-bor,
-6 -6  -8    -8  -9 -9   -10  -10   9
To-mor-row, for Old Eng-land, she sails,
-6 -6 -6    -8   -8   -8    7 -7    7   -8   -6
Far a-way, from your land, of end-less sun-shine,
-6 -6  -8    -8  -8   -8 7   -7   7    -8
To my land, full of rain-y skies and gales,
 5  5   5    -5 5   -5    5    -5   5  5   7  
And I shall, be a-board that ship, to-mor-row,
   6    7   7    8  8    8   8   9    9    -9  -9
Though my heart is full of tears at this fare-well

Chorus 

 -9  8  -8    9   8  7
For you are beaut-i-ful
 8 -9  -9    -9   8   8  -8
And I have loved you dear-ly,
 8    -9  -9  -9   8   8  -8    7  -7   7
More dear-ly than the spo-ken word can tell.

Verse 2
I've heard there's a wick-ed war a-blaz-ing,
And the taste of war, I know so very well,
Ev-en now I see, for-eign flag a-raising,
Their guns, on fire, as we sail, in-to hell,
I have, no fear of death, it brings no sor-row,
But, how bit-ter, will be this fare-well.

CHORUS

Though, death and dark-ness gath-er all a-bout me,
My ship be torn a-part up-on the seas,
I shall smell, a-gain, the fra-grance,
Of these islands,
In the heav-ing waves that bought me once to thee
And should I re-turn home, safe a-gain to Eng-land
I shall watch the Eng-lish mist,
Roll through the dell.

CHORUS TO END 

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