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When the little boats go out to sea,
From the shores of Newfoundland,
God, do me a favour and guide them with your hand;
Protect them from the dangers and fury of the sea,
'Cause those little boats of Newfoundland mean the world to me.
Spoken:
My Mama told me stories when I was just a little boy,
About the little boats of Newfoundland that sometimes made me cry;
Ah, she'd tell me of the dangers and the fury of the sea,
That will remain until the day I die in my memory.
Spoken:
Brave men, she said, is what they are,
Those who face the icy wind;
Knowing as they leave their sheltered coves,
They may never come back again.
And then as the teardrops filled my eyes,
She'd hold my tiny hand;
And say, son, the proudest things 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 and guide them with your hand.
Protect them from the dangers and fury of the sea,
'Cause those little boats of Newfoundland mean the world to me;
Yes, those little boats of Newfoundland mean the world to me.
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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 favor and [D7] guide them with your [G] hand;
Protect them from the dangers and the [C] fury of the sea,
'Cause those [D] little boats of Newfoundland, [D7] mean the world to [G] me.
Spoken:
My Mama told me stories, when I was [C] just a little boy,
[D] About the little boats of Newfoundland that [D7] sometimes made me [G] cry;
Ahm She'd tell me of the dangers and the [C] fury of the sea,
That will [D] remain until the day I die [D7] in my memo- [G] ry.
Spoken:
Brave men, she said, is what they are,
Those who [C] face the icy wind;
[D] Knowing when they leave their sheltered coves,
They may [D7] never come back [G] again.
And then as the teardrops filled my eyes,
She'd [C] hold my tiny hand,
And say, [D] son, the proudest things 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 favor and [D7] guide them with your [G] hand;
Protect them from the dangers and the [C] fury of the sea,
'Cause those [D] little boats of Newfoundland, [D7] mean the world to [G] me.
Yes, those [D] little boats of Newfoundland [C] mean the world to [G] me.
~ Chords contributed by Bob Dumais ~
