Rogers Stan - Make And Break Harbour guitar chord

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Date: Tue, 24 Dec 1996 17:38:23 -0330

From: Karl Griffiths

Subject: TAB: Make and Break Harbour by Stan Rogers

Make and Break Harbour

Words and Music By Stan Rogers

Posted by:  Karl Griffiths (karl@engr.mun.ca)

This version of the song was taken from the live album "Home in Halifax".

Please send any comments of suggestions to karl@engr.mun.ca.  There is an

error in the last verse.  I've put in what it sounds like on the CD, but if

anyone knows what its supposed to be please let me know.

Verse I:

    D              Bm          G             A

How still lies the bay, in the light western airs

      Em            G         A

Which blow from the crimson horizon

     D            D7           G         A

Once more we tack home, with a dry empty hole

       Em            G          A

Saving nets with the breezes so fair

        D           Bm        G             A

She's a kindly cape islander, old but still sound

       Em          G           A

But so lost in the long liners shadow

         D              D7          G           A

Make and Break and make do, but the fish are so few

         Em         G                 D

That she won't be replaced should she flounder

Verse II:

Now its so hard to not think of before the big war

When the cod went so cheap, but so plenty

Foreign trawlers go by now with long seeking eyes

Taking all where we seldom take any

And the young folk don't stay with the fisherman's ways

Long ago they all moved to the cities

And the ones left behind old and tired and blind

Won't work for a pound, for a penny.

Chorus:

   G              A           D        

In Make and Break Harbour the boats are so few

    Bm       A           G         A

Too many are hold up and rotten.

     D           Bm        D            G

Most towns stand empty old nets hung to dry

    A          G        D

Are blown away lost and forgotten

Verse III

Now I can see the big draggers that stirred up the bay

Leaving lobster traps smashed on the bottom

And they think it don't pay to respect the old ways

That make and break men have not forgotten

For we still keep our time to the turn of the tide

In this boat that I built with my father

Still lifts to the sky, "wan loller" and I

Still talk like old friends on the water

Repeat Chorus Twice