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Thousands Are Sailing

Pogues

 

Intro F#m E Bm A

 

Verse:

    A

The island it is silent now

        D

But the ghosts still haunt the waves

        A                 F#m

And the torch lights up a famished man

    Bm                     E

Who fortune could not save

 

E       A

Did you work upon the railroad

        D

Did you rid the streets of crime

          A                     F#m

Were your dollars from the white  house

     E                           A

Were they from the five and dime

        F#m

Did the old songs taunt or cheer you

        D                       A

And did they still make you cry

        F#m

Did you count the months and years

                Bm                E

Or did your teardrops quickly dry

    A

Ah, No, says he 'twas not to be

     D

On a coffin ship I came here

      A          F#m

And I never even got so far

     E                         A

That they could change my mind

 

Chorus:

F#m

Thousands are still sailing

 E                 Bm

Across the Western Ocean

     F#m

To a land of opportunity

     E                 Bm

That some of them will never see

F#m

Fortune prevailing

E                  Bm

Across the Western Ocean

      F#m

Their bellies full

 

And their spirits free

        E                   Bm

They'll break the chains of poverty

            D     F#m  E B D F#m E B

And they'll dance

 

F#m Bm   F#m D   A E  A E A

 

 

Verse 2

In Manhattan's desert twilight

In the death of afternoon

We stepped hand in hand on Broadway

Like the first man on the moon

And "The Blackbird" broke the silence

As you whistled it so sweet

And in Brendan Behan's footsteps

I danced up and down the street

 

Then we said goodnight to Broadway

Giving it our best regards

Tipped our hats to Mister Cohan

Dear old Times Square's favourite bard

Then we raised a glass to J.F.K.

And a dozen more besides

When I got back to my empty room

I suppose I must have cried

 

Chorus 2

Thousands are sailing

Again across the ocean

Where the hand of opportunity

Draws tickets in a lottery

Postcards we're mailing

Of sky-blue skies and oceans

From rooms the daylight never sees

Where lights don't glow on Christmas trees

But we dance to the music And we dance

 

Chorus 3

Thousands are sailing

Across the Western Ocean

Where the hand of opportunity

Draws tickets in a lottery

Where e'er we go, we celebrate

The land that makes us refugees

From fear of Priests with empty plates

From guilt and weeping effigies

And we dance