The Moon-Man Newfie

Stompin' Tom Connors

You might think it's [G]goofy

But the [A7]man in the moon is a [D]Newfie

And he's sailing on to [G]glory, a[A7]way in the golden [D]dory

He's sailing on to [G]glory, a[A7]way in the golden [D]dory

Codfish Dan, from Newfoundland

He [A]dreamt that he had three [D]wishes

And he took Mars and all the stars

And [A]turned them into big [D]fishes

He said the sky was much too dry

And he [A]made a wavy [D]motion

And the moon like a boat began to float

Up[A]on the starry [D]ocean

Chrorus

One night he strayed to the Milky Way

To [A]cast his nets up[D]on it

He spied the tail of a great big whale

And he [A]harpooned Halley's [D]Comet

He never had a pot for the fish that he caught

So he [A]had to use the Big [D]Dipper

And the sun, by jove, was a very good stove

For [A]cooking up smelts and [D]kippers

Now, the Northern Light that seem so bright

Like [A]nothing could be [D]grander

Well, they're just waves of the moon-boat made

By the [A]Newfoundland com[D]mander

And don't you sigh and say, "Oh, my

What [A]gross exagger[D]ation!"

'Cause he'll tell you the dream was true

When [A]Codfish Dan a[D]wakens.

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Submitted by: Dennis Hiebert

dhiebert@mars.ark.com

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