The Witch of the Westmorland Chords by Stan Rogers

[Start]

[Intro]
G C Dsus4 C Dsus4 G C G
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C G C Dsus4
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[Verse]
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Pale was the wounded knight that bore the rowan shield
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Loud and cruel were the raven's cries that feasted on the field
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Saying Beck water cold and clear will never clean your wound
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There's none but the witch of the Westmoreland can make thee hale and soond
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So turn turn your stallion's head 'til his red mane flies in the wind
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And the rider of the moon goes by and the bright star falls behind
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■ And clear was the paley moon when his shadow passed him by


[Chorus]
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Below the hills were the brightest stars when he heard the owlet cry  
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Saying Why do you ride this way and wherefore came you here
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I seek the Witch of the Westmorland that dwells by the winding mere
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And it's weary by the Ullswater and the misty brake fern way
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Til throught the cleft in the Kirkstane Pass the winding water lay


[Solo]
G Am7 C G C G Em7 G
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D G C G C G C D
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[Verse]
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He said Lie down by brindled hound and rest ye my good grey hawk
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And thee my steed may graze thy fill for I must dismount and walk
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But come when you hear my horn and answer swift the call
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For I fear ere the sun will rise this morn ye will serve me best of all  
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And it's down to the water's brim he's born the rowan shield
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And the goldenrod he has cast in to see what the lake might yield ■


[Chorus]
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And wet she rose from the lake and fast and fleet went she
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One half the form of a maiden fair with a jet black mare's body
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And loud long and shrill he blew til his steed was by his side
C    G                      Em7      C                  
High overhead the grey hawk flew and swiftly did he ride
D      G              C                  G                      C   
Saying Course well my brindled hound and fetch me the jet black mare
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Stoop and strike my good grey hawk and bring me the maiden fair


[Inst]
G C G C G Em G C
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G C G C D
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[Verse]
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She said Pray sheathe thy silvery sword Lay down thy rown shield
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For I see by the briny blood that flows you've been wounded in the field
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And she stood in a gown of the velvet blue bound round withh a silver chain
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And she's kissed his pale lips once and twice and three times round again
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And she's bound his wounds with the goldenrod full fast in her arms he lay
           G              C                  G              
And he has risen hale and sound with the sun high in the day


[Chorus]
                                       C           G                      C   
She said Ride with your brindled hound at heel and your good grey hawk in hand
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There's none can harm the knight who's lain with the Witch of the Westmorland


[Solo]
G Am G C G Em C G
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D G C G C Bm7 Em G
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C D Dm
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[Outro]