Newlyn

Em 
Went the winter night comes calling 
C 
And the wind is on the sea 
D 
For the fishermen of Cornwall 
Em 
It’s a dangerous place to be 
Em 
And the mist has pulled the curtain 
C 
On the welcome harbour light 
D 
On a granite cliff 
D                    Em 
On a Cornish winter night. 

 
G 
Well the fishing it ain’t easy 
D 
So many lives are lost 
G 
And the families of Newlyn 
D 
Know what the lives have cost 
Em 
And the skeletons of trawlers 
C 
Lie cut up on the shore 
D 
There’s many good men of Newlyn 
D                   Em 
Won’t go fishing anymore 

 
Em 
 It’s the cutbacks and the knockbacks 
C 
That have been so hard to bare 
D 
While the government inspectors 
D                         Em 
Wave their fingers in the air 

Em 
And the red tape regulations 
C 
That limit days at sea 
D                                           Em 
While the fishing fleet lie rotting at the quay 


G 
Well the fishing it ain’t easy 
D 
So many lives are lost 
G 
And the families of Newlyn 
D 
Know what the lives have cost 
Em 
And the skeletons of trawlers 
C 
Lie cut up on the shore 
D 
There are many good men of Newlyn 
D                  Em 
Won’t go fishing anymore 

 
Em 
A pale wraith  like figure 
C 
Walks along the quiet peir 
D 
That once was filled with bustle 
Em 
And with noise 
Em 
And he’s casing up the harbour 
C 
Through the heaps of rusty gear 
D 
And was once full of the craft 
Em 
Of the Cornish boys 

 
G 
Well the fishing it ain’t easy 
D 
So many lives are lost 
G 
And the families of Newlyn 
D 
Know what the lives have cost 
Em 
And the skeletons of trawlers 
C 
Lie cut up on the shore 
D 
There are many good men of Newlyn 
D                   Em 
Won’t go fishing anymore