(Listen to midi)    G – F# – F#m - E

   G                              - F#                            - F#m                              E

1.    "All hands on deck       we've run afloat !"     I heard the captain cry.

D                            - Bm                        - F#m    G                 Gm

    “Explore the ship,      replace the cook,     let no one leave alive !”

F                               - C                                     - F

    Across the straits,      around the horn,       how far can sailors fly ?

Bb                    -  Bbm                            - F                           C       - C7

    A twisted path,        our tortured course,    and no one left alive.

   G                               - F#                         

2.   We sailed for parts         unknown to man, 

F#m                                             E

       where ships come home to die,

D                    -  Bm                      - F#m                        G                 Gm

    no lofty peak,    nor fortress bold,     could match our captain's eye.

F                                - C                             - F

    Upon the seventh        seasick day       we made our port of call,

Bb                         -  Bbm                        - F                              C    - C7

    the sand so white       and sea so blue,    no mortal place at all.

    - F - Ab - C - B7

   G                           - F#                         

3.   We fired the gun         and burned the mast, 

F#m                                   E

    and rode from ship to shore.

D                           -  Bm                     - F#m            G                          Gm

   The captain cried,      we sailors wept,      our tears were tears of joy.

F                          - C                     - F

 Now many moons  and many Junes,  have passed since we made land,

Bb                      - Bbm                      - F                                       C - C7

   and the salty dog,   the seaman's log,  your witness in my own hand.

    - F - Ab - C - B7 - G       

    (capo 6th)     (Procol Harum)