#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## # #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# Date: Tue, 24 Dec 1996 17:38:23 -0330 From: Karl GriffithsSubject: 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