D/C    D6    Em

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I viewed in my presence
A
My hand on my forehead
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And sighting the liners
Bm                      Am
Of mad merchant seamen
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In search of the living
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Or the spices of China

Lucy walked gently
Between the damp barrels
And shut out my eyes
With the width of her fingers
Said she'd guessed the number
Of bales in the back room

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While the seagulls were screaming
A/C#      Bm C
Lucy was eating
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Then we hauled up our colours
A/C#                     Bm  C
The way the mother had told  us
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And together we just watched the sails

Lucy I said
In a passage of cotton kegs
Can we hold hands
I'm sure that it's warmer
Then the gulls ate the crumbs
Of Lucy's sandwich