Hi, I think I've managed to transcribe the chords for Boulby Mine, this is the first time I've done this so do forgive me if any don't sound correct :).

Gm                  C             F
I served me time on Teesside as a welder in the yards.
Bb                C             F
I did me share and laid the metal down
Bb                         F                            Dm
Till the day when Shuffling Billy sadly told me "Get your cards"
      Gm                   Dm       C
And I blew me packet at the Rose and Crown.


          Gm             C            F
CHORUS: So pack me duffel, Mary, my old darling.
    Bb               F            Gm
I'm sick of standing waiting in a line.
Bb                                    F
The yards are laying off from here to Tyneside,
Gm                     C             F
So I'm going to try me luck at Boulby Mine.

Gm                     C             F
They told me there's a fortune to be made down on the moors
Gm            C                            F
Where they're digging out the potash by the ton.
Bb                      F                  Dm
They're tunnelling like rabbits with their power-driven claws.
Gm                              Dm                   C
They'll have tunnelled clear to Poland 'fore they're done.


          Gm             C            F
CHORUS: So pack me duffel, Mary, my old darling.
    Bb               F            Gm
I'm sick of standing waiting in a line.
Bb                                    F
The yards are laying off from here to Tyneside,
Gm                     C             F
So I'm going to try me luck at Boulby Mine.

Gm                C                F      
Me father told me, "Laddie, you must go and learn a trade.
Gm               C                  F
I don't want you lying on your back like me,
Bb          Gm         F                            Dm
For the only tools I've mastered are a pick-axe and a spade,
Gm                   Dm             C
But now the mine has got the best of me."

          Gm             C            F
CHORUS: So pack me duffel, Mary, my old darling.
    Bb               F            Gm
I'm sick of standing waiting in a line.
Bb                                    F
The yards are laying off from here to Tyneside,
Gm                     C             F
So I'm going to try me luck at Boulby Mine.

Instrumental
Gm C F   Gm C F   Bb F   Dm Gm   C

Gm               C                F
I'm glad that my poor father never lived to see the day
Gm               C                     F
When I'm working down a hole to earn a pound
Bb                F                                 Dm
But me pride will never let me go on welfare for me pay
Gm                Dm      C
So in the morning I'll be underground.

          Gm             C            F
CHORUS: So pack me duffel, Mary, my old darling.
    Bb               F            Gm
I'm sick of standing waiting in a line.
Bb                                    F
The yards are laying off from here to Tyneside,
Gm                     C             F
So I'm going to try me luck at Boulby Mine.





Sounds okay on my banjo, hopfully they fit for guitair etc - WillH