lots of chord fixes

booklet/barretts-privateers.md

@@ -2,17 +2,17 @@
 
 *Stan Rogers, 1976*
 
-[C]Oh, the year was seventeen seventy-[G]eight
-> [C]How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now!
-A [C]letter of marque came [F]from the [G]king
-To the [C]scummiest vessel I've [G]ever seen
-> [C]God damn them all!
+[C]Oh, the year was [F]seventeen [G]seventy-[C]eight
+> [C]How I wish I [F]was in [C]Sherbrooke [G]now!
+A [F]letter of marque came [G]from the [C]king
+To the scummiest vessel I've ever [F]seen
+> God [C]damn [G]them [C]all!
 
 {chorus}
-[C]I was told we'd cruise the seas for A[F]merican [G]gold
-We'd [F]fire no guns, shed no [C]tears
-Now I'm a [C]broken man on a [F]Halifax pier
-The [Dm]last of [G]Barrett's priva[C]teers
+[C]I was [F]told we'd [G]cruise the [F]seas for A[C]merican [F]gold
+We'd [C]fire [G]no [C]guns, shed no [F]tears
+Now I'm a [C]broken [F]man on a [C]Halifax [F]pier
+The last of Barrett's [G7]priva[C]teers
 
 On the ninety-sixth day we sailed again
 > How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now!

booklet/book.yaml

@@ -8,8 +8,8 @@ config:
   margins:
     inner: 0.75in
     outer: 0.5in
-    top: 0.6in
-    bottom: 0.6in
+    top: 0.5in
+    bottom: 0.5in
   signatureSize: all
   stylesheet: shanties.css
 
@@ -28,6 +28,7 @@ pages:
   - { file: joli-rouge.md, type: song }
   - { file: leave-her-johnny.md, type: song }
   - { file: mingulay-boat-song.md, type: song }
+  - { file: old-maui.md, type: song }
   - { file: randy-dandy-o.md, type: song }
   - { file: roll-the-old-chariot-along.md, type: song }
   - { file: skipper-jan-rebec.md, type: song }

booklet/contents.md

@@ -17,12 +17,13 @@ title: Contents
 <li><span class="toc-name">Joli Rouge</span><span class="toc-dots"></span><span class="toc-page">16</span></li>
 <li><span class="toc-name">Leave Her Johnny</span><span class="toc-dots"></span><span class="toc-page">18</span></li>
 <li><span class="toc-name">Mingulay Boat Song</span><span class="toc-dots"></span><span class="toc-page">20</span></li>
-<li><span class="toc-name">Randy Dandy O</span><span class="toc-dots"></span><span class="toc-page">22</span></li>
-<li><span class="toc-name">Roll the Old Chariot Along</span><span class="toc-dots"></span><span class="toc-page">24</span></li>
-<li><span class="toc-name">Skipper Jan Rebec</span><span class="toc-dots"></span><span class="toc-page">26</span></li>
-<li><span class="toc-name">South Australia</span><span class="toc-dots"></span><span class="toc-page">28</span></li>
-<li><span class="toc-name">Wellerman</span><span class="toc-dots"></span><span class="toc-page">30</span></li>
-<li><span class="toc-name">Whiskey Johnny</span><span class="toc-dots"></span><span class="toc-page">32</span></li>
+<li><span class="toc-name">Old Maui</span><span class="toc-dots"></span><span class="toc-page">22</span></li>
+<li><span class="toc-name">Randy Dandy O</span><span class="toc-dots"></span><span class="toc-page">24</span></li>
+<li><span class="toc-name">Roll the Old Chariot Along</span><span class="toc-dots"></span><span class="toc-page">26</span></li>
+<li><span class="toc-name">Skipper Jan Rebec</span><span class="toc-dots"></span><span class="toc-page">28</span></li>
+<li><span class="toc-name">South Australia</span><span class="toc-dots"></span><span class="toc-page">30</span></li>
+<li><span class="toc-name">Wellerman</span><span class="toc-dots"></span><span class="toc-page">32</span></li>
+<li><span class="toc-name">Whiskey Johnny</span><span class="toc-dots"></span><span class="toc-page">34</span></li>
 </ul>
 
 <div class="warn-block">

booklet/old-maui.md

@@ -1,35 +1,51 @@
 # Old Maui
 
-It's a [Em]damn tough life full of toil and [B]strife, we [G]whalermen under[D]go
-And we [Em]don't give a damn when the gale is [B]done, how [G]hard the winds did [D]blow
-For we're [G]homeward bound from the [D]Arctic ground, with a [Em]good ship taut and [B]free
-And we [Em]don't give a damn when we drink our [B]rum, with the [G]girls of old [D]Maui
+It's a [Em]damn tough [B]life full of [G]toil and [D]strife,
+We [Em]whalermen [B]under[Em]go
+And we [Em]don't give a [B]damn when the [G]gale is [D]done,
+How [Em]hard the [B]winds did [Em]blow
+For we're [G]homeward bound from the [D]Arctic ground,
+With a [Em]good ship taut and [B]free
+And we [Em]don't give a [B]damn when we [G]drink our [D]rum,
+With the [Em]girls of [B]old Mau[Em]i
 
 {chorus}
-[Em]Rolling down to old [G]Maui, me [D]boys
-[Em]Rolling down to old [B]Maui
-We're [Em]homeward bound from the [G]Arctic [D]ground
-[Em]Rolling down to old [B]Maui
+[Em]Rolling [G]down to old Mau[D]i, me boys
+Rolling [Em]down to old Mau[B]i
+We're [Em]homeward [B]bound from the [G]Arctic [D]ground
+Rolling [Em]down to [B]old Mau[Em]i
 
-Once more we sail with a Northerly gale, through the ice and wind and rain
-Them coconut fronds, the tropical shores, we soon shall see again
-For six hellish months we passed away on the cold Kamchatka sea
-But now we're bound from the Arctic ground, rolling down to old Maui
+---
 
-[Chorus]
+Once more we sail with a Northerly gale,
+Through the ice and wind and rain
+Them coconut fronds, the tropical shores,
+We soon shall see again
+For six hellish months we passed away
+On the cold Kamchatka sea
+But now we're bound from the Arctic ground,
+Rolling down to old Maui
 
----
+[Chorus]
 
-Once more we sail the Northerly gale, towards our island home
-Our whaling done, our mainmast sprung, and we ain't got far to roam
-Our stuns'l bones is carried away, what care we for that sound?
-A living gale is after us, thank God we're homeward bound
+Once more we sail the Northerly gale,
+Towards our island home
+Our whaling done, our mainmast sprung,
+And we ain't got far to roam
+Our stuns'l bones is carried away,
+What care we for that sound?
+A living gale is after us,
+Thank God we're homeward bound
 
 [Chorus]
 
-How soft the breeze through the island trees, now the ice is far astern
-Them native maids, them tropical glades, is awaiting our return
-Even now their big brown eyes look out, hoping some fine day to see
-Our baggy sails running 'fore the gales, rolling down to old Maui
+How soft the breeze through the island trees,
+Now the ice is far astern
+Them native maids, them tropical glades,
+Is awaiting our return
+Even now their big brown eyes look out,
+Hoping some fine day to see
+Our baggy sails running 'fore the gales,
+Rolling down to old Maui
 
 [Chorus]