Susan-Marie: As I grew up in Cape Breton, I saw many a fog cover the Bras d'Or lakes but witnessed no inexplicable activities except when my buddy Gabe was engineering one of his practical jokes. Our Druid neighbours must have been exceedingly adept at keeping their activities hidden.

I transcribed the following from the book "Stan Rogers, Songs from Fogarty's Cove." There are a few minor wording differences from Susan-Marie's version. I play it with regular tuning - but then, I'm no Stan Rogers.

GIANT
Words and music by Stan Rogers, Pro Canada, published 1976 by Fogarty's Cove Music, Inc.
Tuning DADGBD Capo 5th fret

(Verse 1)
Cold [G] wind on the harbour and [Dm7] rain on the road,
Wet [G] promise of winter brings [C] recourse to coal.
There's [Bb/D] fire in the blood and a [G] fog on Bras [C] d'Or.
The [Bb] giant will [F] rise with the [G] moon.

(Verse 2)
'Twas the same ancient fever in the Isles of the Blest
That our fathers brought with them when they "went west."
It's the blood of the Druids that never will rest.
The giant will rise with the moon.

(Chorus)
So [Bb] crash the [F] glass [G] down. [F] Move with the [C] tide.
Young [Bb] friends and old whiskey are [C] burning in- [G] side.
[Bb] Crash the [F] glass [G] down.
[F] Fingal will [C] rise ... [D/C] ... [C] ... with the [Bb] moon. ... [G]

(Verse 3)
In inclement weather the people are fey.
Three-thousand-year stories as the night slips away.
Remembering Fingal feels not far away.
The giant will rise with the moon.

(Verse 4)
The wind's in the north. There'll be new moon tonight.
And we have no Circle to dance in its sight.
So light a torch, bring the bottle, and build the fire bright.
The giant will rise with the moon!

(Repeat Chorus)

(Repeat Verse 1)