* Wandering back to when I was a kid and went down to the docks to * Watch the old men carving wood and watch the sailors tying knots But the thing that I remember best is gray-haired old Patch Eye And the stories that he told about his younger days as we watched those ships roll by. CHORUS: He talked about his missing eye and He talked about his wooden leg But he never told me about the old tattoo On his right arm that said Meg *This C note can probably be played as a G note as well. Both sound fine to me.