Back to the Macc
by Matt Kenrick (2025)
I’ve sailed the seas of fires and lead
Where young lads fall and brave men bled
But now the guns are silent still
And I have come back o’er the hill
To where the lock gates groan and swing
And water laps like bells that ring
Back to the Macc, where the willows bend
Where I was born, and I’ll make my end
Chorus :
Oh the towpath calls and the nightbirds sing
The ropes are dry and the roses cling
No sirens howl, no shells to fear
Just the creak of the hatch and the mule’s soft ear
So lay me down where the reeds grow slack
I’m home again, back on the Macc
Bosley locks in morning mist
Twelve old steps that I once kissed
With blistered hands and boyish pride
I’d steer me Da’s old boat with stride
Now time has carved its mark on me
But the canal still flows so faithfully
The bridges twist and the cut runs straight
Through Macclesfield town and a kinder fate
Chorus
I pass the snake bridge arched and proud
Where horses once would cross unbowed
The mills are quiet, the chimneys cold
But stories still are gently told
The silk’s long gone, the coal boats few
But peace is found in skies so blue
A kettle on, a line to mend
And dreams that war could never end
This song of one of a number of excellent canal-related songs written by Matt Kenrick who has kindly provided the
lyrics. Recording to follow.
Click on the logo to download a pdf of the song as provided by Matt. This provides all the chords and playing
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[D]I’ve sailed the [Bm]seas of [G]fires and [D]lead
Where [A]young lads fall and [Bm]brave men [A]bled
But [D]now the [Bm]guns are [G]silent [D]still
And [A]I have [Bm]come back o’er the [D]hill
To where the [Bm]lock gates [G]groan and [D]swing
And [A]water [Bm]laps like bells that [A]ring
Back to the [G]Macc, where the [A]willows [Bm]bend
Where I was [G]born, and I’ll [A]make my [D]end
Chorus :
Oh the [D]towpath [Bm]calls and the [G]nightbirds [D]sing
The [A]ropes are [Bm]dry and the [G]roses [A]cling
No [D]sirens [Bm]howl, no [G]shells to [D]fear
Just the [F#m]creak of the [Bm]hatch and the [G]mule’s soft [A]ear
So [Bm]lay me [G]down where the reeds grow [Bm]slack
I’m [G]home again, [A]back on the [D]Macc