Mary Black - My Donald Capo 3 Verse 1: N.C. Oh, my Donald, he works upon the sea N.C. On the waves that blow wild and free N.C. He splices the ropes and he sets the sails N.C. While southwards he roves to the home of the whale Verse 2: C G D And he ne'er thinks of me far behind Am G C Nor the torments that rage in my mind D Em C D He is mine for only a part of the year Am D And I'm left all alone with only my tears
Verse 3: C G D Oh, ye ladies that smell of wild rose Am G C Think ye for your perfume to where a man goes D Em C D Think ye of the wives and the babies that yearn Am D For a man ne'er returned from hunting the sperm Verse 4: N.C. Oh, my Donald, he sails upon the sea N.C. On the waves that blow wild and free N.C. He splices the ropes and he sets the sails N.C.