Chords for Alasdair Roberts - Long Lankin

Hey guys, this room is really cold but also you hear everything so _ please be quiet.
No quiet in here.
_ Oh, that's you.
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[G] Said the Lord to the lady as he mounted his [D] horse,
Beware of Long Lankan who [D] lives [G] in the moss.
Said the Lord to [D] the lady as he rode away,
Beware of Long Lankan who [F#m] lives [G] in the hay.
Let the doors all be [D] [G] bolted and the windows [D] all pinned,
And leave not one hole for [C] a mouse [G] to crawl in.
So he kissed his [D] fair lady as he rode away,
[G] And he was in London [C] before [G] break of day.
So the doors they were bolted and the windows all pinned,
Except for one window where Lankan crawled in.
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_ _ Where's the Lord of this [D] house?
[G] Then up spoke [D] Long [G] Lankan,
He's away to fair London, said [C] the false [G] nurse to him.
Where's the son of this house?
Then up spoke [D] Long Lankan,
[G] He's asleep in his bedroom, said [C] the false [G] nurse to him.
Then we'll prick him, we'll prick him all over [D] with a pin,
[G] And that'll make his lady [E] to come [G] down to him.
So he's pricked him, [D] he's pricked him all over with a pin,
And the nurse [G] held a basin [E] for the blood [G] to flow in. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ Oh nurse, how you slumber!
Oh nurse, [D] how you sleep!
[G] You caused my [D] son Johnson [G] to cry and to weep.
[G] Well I've tried him with an apple, I've tried [D] him with a pear,
[G] Come down, my fair lady, [D] and broken in [G] your chair.
Well I've tried him [D] with milk, and I've tried him with pap,
[G] Come down, my fair lady, [C] and rock [G] him in your lap.
So the ladies [C] come down, she was thinking [D] no harm,
[G] But Lankan was weeping [C] to [D] catch her in [G] his arm.
You can have my [C] daughter [D] Betsy, so young and so sweet,
You [G] can have as much money as there's stones in the street.
_ I don't want your [D] daughter Betsy, nor the stones in the street,
I would rather see your life's blood running down at [G] my feet.
_ There was blood in the kitchen, there was blood [D] in the hall,
[G] And blood in the parlour where the lady did fall.
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_ Then Betsy being up in the turret [D] so high,
[C] She saw her father [G] come riding by.
Oh father, dear father, don't lay the blame [D] on me,
[G] T'was the false nurse and Lankan [C#] killed your [G] lady.
_ So Lankan was hung on the gibbet so [D] high,
And the false nurse was burned in the fire close by. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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