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When the little boats go out to sea,
From the shores of Newfoundland,
God, do me a favour, you guide them with your hand;
Protect them from the dangers and the fury of the sea,
For those little boats of Newfoundland, Lord, mean the world to me.
Spoken:
My Mama told me stories way back when I was just a little boy,
'Bout the little boats of Newfoundland that sometimes made me cry;
She told me of the hardships and the dangers of the seas,
That will remain until the day I die in my memories.
Spoken:
Brave men, she said, is what they are,
Those who face the icy winds;
Knowing when they leave the sheltered coves,
They may never, ever come back again.
Spoken:
Then as the teardrops filled my eyes,
She'd hold my tiny hand;
And say, son, the proudest thing on earth,
Are those little boats of Newfoundland.
When the little boats go out to sea,
From the shores of Newfoundland;
God, do me a favour, you guide them with your hand.
Protect them from the dangers and the fury of the sea,
For those little boats of Newfoundland, Lord, mean the world to me;
Yes, those little boats of Newfoundland, Lord, mean the world to me.
The YouTube video below features an excellent cover performance by Jack Slade of Wabana, Bell Island, NL.
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Intro: [D] [C] [G]
When the little boats go out to sea,
From the [C] shores of Newfoundland,
[D] God, do me a favour, you [D7] guide them with your [G] hand;
Protect them from the dangers and the [C] fury of the sea,
For those [D] little boats of Newfoundland, Lord, [D7] mean the world to [G] me.
Spoken:
My Mama told me stories, when I was [C] just a little boy,
[D] 'Bout the little boats of Newfoundland that [D7] sometimes made me [G] cry;
She told me of the hardships and the [C] dangers of the sea,
That will [D] remain until the day I die [D7] in my memo- [G] ries.
Spoken:
Brave men, she said, is what they are,
Those who [C] face the icy winds;
[D] Knowing when they leave the sheltered coves,
They may [D7] never, ever come back [G] again.
Then as the teardrops filled my eyes,
She'd [C] hold my tiny hand,
And say, [D] son, the proudest thing on earth,
Are those [D7] little boats of Newfound- [G] land.
[D] [C] [G]
When the little boats go out to sea,
From the [C] shores of Newfoundland,
[D] God, do me a favour, you [D7] guide them with your [G] hand;
Protect them from the dangers and the [C] fury of the sea,
For those [D] little boats of Newfoundland, Lord, [D7] mean the world to [G] me.
Yes, those [D] little boats of Newfoundland, Lord, [C] mean the world to [G] me.
~ Chords contributed by Bob Dumais ~
