On Morecambe Bay Acordes

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Morecambe Bay 

Verse 1. 
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Out beyond the street lamp's  
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And the calliope's roar, 
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Past the wrack and samphire, 
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Beyond the shore, 
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I have seen walking through the tide 
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As the rain cuts through the spray, 
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Chinese Cockle pickers 
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On the sands of Morecambe Bay 

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I stood beside them in the corner shop  
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And in the market too 
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I should have spoken to them  
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Told them everything I knew; 
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Like our mothers told us 
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As we went out to play 
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Never try and race the tide 
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On the sands of Morecambe Bay 

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       For the tide's the very devil, 
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       It will run you out of breath, 
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       Race you to the sea shore, 
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       Chase you to your death, 
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       Yes the tide's the very devil 
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       And the devil has his day 
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      On the lonley cockle grounds of Morecambe Bay 

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Saw them sending money orders home  
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There hard earned pay 
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Tales of crossing borders  
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On the road to Morecambe Bay; 
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Sleeping in crouded rooms 
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On cold hard floors 
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Sutch dreamless life 
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Is not worth dieing for 

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Now I see them in the distance 
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Laid out in the morning light, 
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Migrant workers, 
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Twenty-three where drowned last night. 
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Their final phone calls 
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Half the world had crossed 
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Between the river esureys 
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They raced the tide and lost.' 

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       For the tide's the very devil, 
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       It will run you out of breath, 
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       Race you to the sea shore, 
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       Chase you to your death, 
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       Yes the tide's the very devil 
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       And the devil has his day 
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       On the lonley cockle grounds of Morecambe Bay 





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In Fujian and Xelang 
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They mourn their next of kin, 
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Gang masters with snake tattoos, 
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Call money lones back in 
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Broken hearted parents 
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Watch their children stow away, 
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To die among the  
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Cockle banks of Morecome Bay 

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       For the tide's the very devil, 
                Gm 
       And the devil has his day 
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       On the lonley cockle grounds of Morecambe Bay