Links don´t work for me.
Here is what I have, I am 99% sure it´s (mainly) the Bok/Muir/Trickett version.
Cheers
Jan

Lock-Keeper    Stan Rogers

Capo 4th for the Bok, Mayo Muir and Trickett version

(C)    (Am) (Am/G) (F) (G)
You say, (C)"Well met again, lock-keeper!
We're (Am)laden even (Am/G)deeper then the (F)time before,
Ori(Dm)ental oils and (G)tea brought down from (C)Singapore."
As we wait for my lock to cycle,
I say, (Am) "My wife has just (Am/G)given me a (F)son."
"A (Dm)son!" you cry, (G) "Is that all that you've (C)done?"

She wears bougainvillea blossoms,
You (Am)pluck 'em from her (Am/G)hair and toss them (F)in the tide,
Sweep her (Dm)in your arms and (G)carry her in(C)side.
Her sighs catch on your shoulder,
Her (Am)moonlit eyes grow (Am/G)bold and wiser (F)through her tears,
And I say, "How (Dm)could you stand to (G)leave her for a (C)year?"

"Then (F)come with me," you say,
"To where the (Dm)Southern Cross
Rides (G)high upon your (C)shoulder.
(Am)Come with me," you (Am/G)cry,
"Each (F)day you tend this (Dm)lock, you're one day (G4)ol(G)der,(hold)
While your (Am)blood (Am/G)grows (F)col(G)der."

"But that (C)anchor chain's a fetter,
And (Am)with it, you are (Am/G)tethered to the (F)foam,
And I (Dm)wouldn't trade your (G)life for one hour of (C)home. – instrumental verse -

Sure I'm stuck here on the Seaway,
While you (Am)compensate for (Am/G)leeway through the (F)trades,
And you (Dm)shoot the stars to (G)see the miles you've (C)made.
And you laugh at hearts you've riven,
But (Am)which of these has (Am/G)given us more (F)love or life,
You, your (Dm)tropic maids, or (G)me, my (C)wife?"

"Then (F)come with me," you say,
"To where the (Dm)Southern Cross
Rides (G)high upon your (C)shoulder.
(Am)Come with me," you (Am/G)cry,
"Each (F)day you tend this (Dm)lock, you're one day (G4)ol(G)der,(hold)
And your (Am)blood (Am/G)grows (F)col(G)der." (hold)

"But that (C)anchor chain's a fetter,
And (Am)with it, you are (Am/G)tethered to the (F)foam,
And I (Dm)wouldn't trade your (G)life for one hour of (C)home. (C)(C4)(Cadd9)(C)
Oh, that anchor chain's a fetter,
(Am)With it, you are (Am/G)tethered to the (F)foam,
And I (Dm)wouldn't trade your whole (G)life for one hour of (C)home.

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