Hi Charley,
This is what I worked out. The first 3 lines are based on a speeded up Patrick Sheenal but the rest is different . This is how I arranged the verses and the chord progression that I used.
       Sandy


               THE KING OF MAINE
(By James Harper ©1988, as sung by Molly Carlson; slightly changed by Charles Ipcar, 2005; )

[G] Joey Jones was a native of the [D] Sunrise County [G] shores;
[G7] People [C] claimed that he was [G] crazy, from shellshock in the [D] war,
[G] He lived on a road less [G7] traveled, in a [C] shack perched by the [G] sea;
And he [C] was a very [G] dear friend to [D] all my friends and [G] me.
[G7] He was [C] old when I first met him, and a [G] gentle kindred soul
To the [C] ones like me who [G] loved to hear his tales of long [D] ago;
He told [G] how this land was [G7] conquered by the [C] gleam of Viking [G] gold,
When they [C] sailed with Lief the [G] Lucky from their [D] land of endless [G] cold.

[G7] And we'd [C] walk to where he always liked to [G] be,
To a hill above the barrens 'tween the [Am] Jack Pine and the [D] sea;
There we'd [G] rest upon the [G7] stones in the [C] place he called his [G] throne,
[C] Surveying all the [G] kingdom of the [D] Last-King Joey [G] Jones.

Like the Roanoke colonials who were lost without a trace,
No one knows the fateful ending of that ancient Viking race;
But I found myself believing in an old man's simple claim,
To be the last lord ruling from the Maritimes to Maine.
"When my last day is upon me," said my King-without-a-crown,
"For the honor of my Fathers I can't rest on Christian ground;
For if Jesus comes to greet me, well, I'm sure He'd understand
For Odin ruled the Vikings and from Him I take command."
               
"Let me lie where I've always liked to be!
Let my spirit greet the morning as it rises from the sea!
Let a cairn of native stone and the wind which sings and moans
Bear witness to the resting place of the Last-King Joey Jones!"

I won't tell you how we found him, or the oath my friends all swore;
How we climbed that hill together with the burden we all bore
He just disappeared one evening is the tale most often told,
Leaving army medals and mysterious coins of gold.
Maybe Joe was crazy but that doesn't change a thing,
If the good were meant to lead us he'd have had my vote for King!
Though he's mostly now forgotten, still I climb this hill alone,
Singing "Skoal, to the Northland and to Good-King Joey Jones!"

For he lies where he always liked to be,
Where the rays of endless morning come rising from the sea;
Goodbye, Joey Jones, Lord of all this land of stones,
Goodnight, my friend, goodbye King Joey Jones

                      (spoken)
By whatever name He's known, may God bless these weary bones?
Goodnight, 'till we all rise with endless morning.