X:1
T:Beach Lament
T:(tune:The Gallant Forty Twa)
C:words: Nick Carter
L:1/8
Q:1/4=150
M:6/8
%I:linebreak $
K:Gmaj
"G" B2 B B2 B | B2 A G2 B | d2 d d2 B | d3- d2 |!
w:Sail- ing out from|Do- ver Port a-|cross the bri- ny|sea |
d |"C" e2 e e2 e |"G" e2 d B2 B |"D" A2 A A2 B | A3- A2 |!
w:I|had my grea- sy|fry- up on the|good ship "Du- ty|Free" *|
d |"C" e2 e e2 e | e2 e | d2 c |"G" d2 d d2 B |"C" d3- d2 |!
w:With|sto- ny Kent- ish|bea- ches|dis- a-|ppear- ing be- hind|me *|
 D |"G" G2 G G2 A | B2 B A2 G |"D" A2 A G2 F"G" |G3 |!
w:Don't|give me that old|non- sense that it's|just ge-ol- o- |gy|
d2 d |"G" G2 G G2 A | B2 B3 B |"C" c2 c c2 c |"G" d6 |! 
w:Oh the|bea- ches out- side|Cal- ais Are|wond- rous to be-|hold|
d2 d d2 d | e2 d B2 G |"D" A2 A A2 B | A3 |! 
w:End- less miles of|pris- tine sands a-|shim- mer- ing like|gold|
d2 d"C" e2 e | e2 e e2 e | d2 c"G" d2 d | d2 B d6 |! 
w:And the sound of|hap- py French- men|with their laugh- ter|un- con- trolled|
G2 G G2 A | B2 B A2 G |"D" A2 A G2 F |"G" G3 | 
w:Play- ing in the|love- ly sand they|came to Kent and|stole|
W:
W:[G]Sailing out from Dover Port across the briny sea
W:I [C]had my greasy [G]fry-up on the [D]good ship "Duty Free"
W:With [C] starry Kentish beaches disap[G]pearing behind [C]me
W:Don't [G]give me that old nonsense that "It's [D]just geolo[G]gy!"
W:
W:(CHORUS:)
W:Oh the [G]beaches outside Calais are [C]wond'rous to be[G]hold
W:Endless miles of pristine sand shimme[D]ring like gold
W:And the [C]sound of happy Frenchmen with [G]laughter uncontrolled
W:Playing in the lovely sand they [D]came to Kent and [G]stole
W:
W:[G]Standing there on Dover beach my back toward the land[C]
W:I had to put my shoes [G]back on it was [D]too painful to stand
W:I look [C]out to sea and wonder, by what [G]cunning sleight of hand
W:All those scheming Frenchies came and [D]stole our Kentish [G]sand
W:(repeat chorus)
W:
W:Well there [G]is no sand in Sandwich and Sandgate is on clay
W:But [C]Greatstone and [G]Littlestone don't [D]need to be renamed/
W:You'll [C]have to go to Camber and it [G]makes me mighty vexed
W:That all those sandy dunes are not in [D]Kent but in Sus[G]sex
W:(repeat chorus)
W:
W:So come and [G]sit with me awhile on the shingle and the stones
W:The at[C]tractions of a [G]sandy beach are [D]often overblown
W:Let's en[C]joy the simple pleasures of our [G]Kentish land for its own
W:And stand here throwing rocks of flint at [D]France all on our [G]own
W:(repeat chorus)