Bluenose Stan Rogers Intro: Am Once [Am]again with the tide, she [G]slips her lines, Turns her [F]head and comes awake, Where she [Am]lay so still there at [G]Privateers Wharf, Now she [F]quickly gathers way, She will [C]range far south of the [Em]harbour mouth, and Re[Am]joice with every [D]wave, [Am]Who will know the [C]Bluenose in the [Am]sun. Feel her [Am]bow rise free of [G]Mother sea, In a [F]sunburst cloud of spray, That [Am]stings the cheek, while the [G]rigging will speak Of [F]sea (azchords.com)