| C | F | G5 | C | |
| We were far from the | shores of | Englan | d |
| C | F | G5 | |
| Far from our | children and w | ives |
| F | C | G5 | C | |
| To | play our | hand in the | Newfound | land |
| F | C | G5 | |
| where the wind cuts | like | a kn | ife |
| C | F | G5 | C | |
| we were | far from the | shores of | Englan | d |
| C | G5 | C | |
| We | shipped on board the | Marya | nne |
| F | G5 | |
| to find a | better | life |
| F | C | G5 | C | |
| and we | walked ac | ross the | wate | r |
| F | C | G5 | |
| when she broke up | on | the i | ce |
| we came ashore in Carbonear |
| with nothing but our rights |
| and I wondered if I e'er again |
| would see my London Lights |
| we were far from the shores of England |
| far from our children and wives |
| to play our hand in the Newfoundland |
| where the wind cuts like a knife |
| we were far from the shores of England |
| far from our native soil |
| to chase a wish,and to hunt the fish, |
| and on the rocks to toil |
| we were far from the shores of England |
| We spend our days amid the waves |
| working water, hook and twine |
| we'd go for weeks with blistered cheeks |
| waiting for the sun to shine |
| but as long as the sky hold over us |
| we will not taste the brine |
| and we'll curse the cod with the fear of god |
| as we haul in every line |
| CHORUS |
| Break: |C Dm7 G| X2 |
| Should we find fortune's favour, |
| and be spared from the gale |
| we will live off honest labour |
| with our hearts as big as sails |
| but if I should die don't bury me |
| or leave me to the sea |
| just send my bones back to my home |
| where my spirit can be free |
| CHORUS, end on C |