DESCRIPTION:
A popular 19th Century American folk song, melody altered from the shape-note version in the Sacred Harp, sung in Nevada on December 27th, 2011. My friend there is Courvoisier the Frog, also a fan of Trader Joe's scotch.

Lyrics:
Lay up nearer, brother, nearer,
For my limbs are growing cold,
And thy presence seemeth dearer
When thy arms around me fold.

I am dying, brother, dying,
Soon you will miss me in your berth,
And my form will soon be lying
Beneath the ocean's briny surf.

Hearken to me, brother, hearken,
I have something I would say,
Ere this veil my vision darken
And I go from hence away,

I am going, surely going,
But my hopes in God are strong,
I am willing, brother, knowing
That He doeth nothing wrong.

Chords for this version:
dmin
gmin
dmin
Bb A dmin

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