Learned the song this afternoon.

The Victory    Traditional

(F) (C) (Bb) (F) (Bb)    (C) (F) (C) (Bb) (F) (Bb) (C) (F)    (C)    (F)    (Bb) (Dm) (G7) (C)
(F) (C) (Bb) (F) (Bb) (C) (F)(hold) – Instrumental, chorus chords -
I (F)am a (C)youthful (Bb)la(F)dy, my (Bb)troubles, (F)they are (C)great,
My (F)tongue is (C)scarcely (Bb)a(F)ble my (Bb)grievance (C)to re(F)late.
Since (C)I have lost my (F)true love that was (Bb)ever (F/A)dear to (F)m(C)e,
He has (F)gone to (F/E)plough the (Dm)o(F/C)cean on (Bb)board the (C)Victo(F)(hold)ry.
And (F)many a (C)pleasant (Bb)eve(F)ning my (Bb)love and (F)I did (C)meet,
He (F)clasped me (C)round my (Bb)slender (F)waist and (Bb)gave (C)me kisses (F)sweet.
I (C)gave to him my (F)hand and heart, and he (Bb)vowed he'd (F/A)marry (F)m(C)(hold)e,
But I (F)did not (F/E)know that (Dm)my (F/C)love would (Bb)join (C)the Victo(F)ry.
(G)Mourn, (D)England, (G)mourn and com(D)plain
For the (Em)brave (G)Lord (C)Nelson's (D)men that (Bb)died upon the (F)main, all on the (G)main.
Mourn, (D)England, (G)mourn and com(D)plain
For the (Em)brave (G)Lord (C)Nelson's (D)men that (Bb)died upon the (F)(hold)main.

My (F)parents (C)could not en(Bb)dure my (F)love, be(Bb)cause he (F)was so (C)poor,
There(F)for he (C)never (Bb)did pre(F)sume to (Bb)come with(C)in the (F)door,
But (C)had he been some (F)noble lord, born a (Bb)man of (F/A)high de(F)gre(C)e,
They'd (F)ne'er have (F/E)sent the (Dm)lad I (F/C)love on (Bb)board (C)the Victo(F)(hold)ry.
There was (F)thirteen (C)on the (Bb)press-(F)gang, they (Bb)did my (F)love sur(C)round,
And (F)four of (C)that ac(Bb)cursed (F)gang went (Bb)bleeding (C)to the (F)ground.
My (C)love was over(F)powered, though he (Bb)fought most (F/A)manful(F)l(C)(hold)y,
They (F)dragged him (F/E)through the (Dm)dark, wet (F/C)streets to(Bb)wards (C)the Victo(F)ry.
(G)Mourn, (D)England, (G)mourn and com(D)plain
For the (Em)brave (G)Lord (C)Nelson's (D)men that (Bb)died upon the (F)main, all on the (G)main.
Mourn, (D)England, (G)mourn and com(D)plain
For the (Em)brave (G)Lord (C)Nelson's (D)men that (Bb)died upon the (F)(hold)main. (F)*

Your ship, she lay in har(Bb)bor, just ready to (Bb/G)set (F)sail.
May (Bb)Heaven be (Bb/G)your (F)guardian, love, till (D#m)you come ho(F#)me from (F)sea.
Just (F)* like an angel wee(Bb)ping on the rock sighs eve(Bb/G)ry (F)day,
A(Bb)waiting for (Bb/G)my (F)own true love, re(D#m)turning ho(F#)me from (F)sea.
It's (F)*not for gold that glit(Bb)ters, nor silver that (Bb/G)do (F)shine,
If I (Bb)marry to (Bb/G)the man I (F)love, I'll be (D#m)happy i(F#)n my (F)mind.
(single notes a-g-f-D-C-Bb-C-f (hold)   a-g-f-D-C-Bb-A-C-F (hold) - Instrumental verse, softly -
(G)Mourn, (D)England, (G)mourn and com(D)plain
For the (Em)brave (G)Lord (C)Nelson's (D)men that (Bb)died upon the (F)main, all on the (G)main.
Mourn, (D)England, (G)mourn and com(D)plain
For the (Em)brave (G)Lord (C)Nelson's (D)men that (Bb)died upon the (F)(hold)main.

Here's suc(F)cess un(C)to the (Bb)Victo(F)ry and (Bb)crew of (F)noble (C)fame,
And (F)glory (C)to the (Bb)cap(F)tain, Bold (Bb)Nelson (C)was his (F)name.
At the (C)Battle of Tra(F)falgar, the (Bb)Victory (F/A)cleared the (F)wa(C)y,
But my (F)love was (F/E)slain with (Dm)Nel(F/C)son u(Bb)pon that (C)very (F)day.      (G)   
Mourn, (D)England, (G)mourn and com(D)plain
For the (Em)brave (G)Lord (C)Nelson's (D)men that (Bb)died upon the (F)main, all on the (G)main.
Mourn, (D)England, (G)mourn and com(D)plain
For the (Em)brave (G)Lord (C)Nelson's (D)men that (Bb)died upon the (F)main, all on the (G)main.
Mourn, (D)England, (G)mourn and com(D)plain
For the (Em)brave (G)Lord (C)Nelson's (D)men that (Bb)died upon the (F)(hold)main.

This is Steeleye Span's version.

(F)* add G-note on high E#string and D#-note on B-string, you’ll hear where.

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