[ Предположительная тональность: Am ] [Intro] Am F Dm Am [Verse] Am F A man there came from the far north lands Dm Am A maiden he did spy Am F He swore to take her in his hands Dm Am And she would be his bride Am F "Go fetch for me your father's gold Dm Am Some of your mother's fee Am F Two of the nags from the stable hold Dm Am Where there stand thirty-three" Am F She mounted up her milk-white steed Dm Am And he, a dapple-grey Am F They rode a mile to the stormy sea Dm Am In the early hours of day Am F "Doff off, doff off, thy silken things Dm Am Deliver them to me Am F They are too rich and set with rings Dm Am To rot in salty sea" G "Light off, light off and turn this way G Reveal yourself to me Am F I have here drowned six pretty maids Dm Am And you will the seventh be" [Instrumental] Am F Dm Am Am F Dm Am [Verse] Am F She said, "Doff off my silken things? Dm Am First turn your back on me Am F It is not right a ruffian king Dm Am A naked woman should see Am F Go fetch the sickle, the nettles crop Dm Am They grow too near the brim Am F And they may tangle my golden locks Dm Am Or freckle my milk-white skin" Am F And so he turned himself around Dm Am Surveyed the land so green Am F She caught him square, his neck she crowned Dm Am And threw him into the stream G "Lie there, lie there, and hold the tides G Lie down for the love of me Am F You've drowned yourself for six sweet brides Dm Am I'll not the seventh be" [Instrumental] Am F Dm Am Am F Dm Am [Verse] Am F She mounted up her horse so fine Dm Am And took the mare of grey Am F She rode herself the country mile Dm Am And stowed them safe away Am F The parrot stood at his high window Dm Am "What ails? What ails? Young maid Am F Your face is bathed with the afterglow Dm Am The longest time you stayed" G "Oh, hold your tongue, my bird so bold G The king will hear of thee Am F Your cage I will make of the beaten gold Dm Am And hang in the willow tree"
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