The Seventh Girl Chords by Bella Hardy
Tempo:
67.975 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
E
F#m
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[A] [D] [Em] [Bm] [A] [D] [Em] [G]
[A] An outlandish [D] knight came [Em] from the [A] Northland, and he scarcely could [D] leave me alone.
And he [A] promised he'd take me the [G] wide world to [A] see, or fly home, lost [Em] ladies fly home.
He [A] said, come fetch to me some of your [E] father's bright [A] gold, fetch me some of your [D] mother's own fee,
and come [A] fetch me the best nags from [Dm] out of your [A] yard where they stand full [E] thirty and three.
Where they [A] stand full thirty and three.
She's mounted on to her silver white horse, and he's mounted her [D] father's strong grey,
[E] and they've [F#m] rode till they've come to the [D] rocky [A] seashore three dark hours [E] before it was day.
[A] Oh, light off, light off your silver white horse, and deliver yourself [D] unto me.
[E] Fix, [F#m] pretty girls, if I [D] drowned right [A] here, and the seventh girl [E] you now shall be.
[A] Oh, the [E] seventh girl [A] you now shall be.
Pull off, pull off your [E] soft silken [A] gown, and deliver it [D] here unto me.
[E] For the [F#m] fabric's too fine and too [D] costly by [A] far to let rot in the [E] cold briny sea.
And pull [A] off, pull off your [E] good pollen [A] smock, and deliver it [D] here unto me.
[E] For it [F#m] seems such a waste to let [D] such clothes be [A] lost while the fishes they [E] nibble at thee.
[D] While the [E] fishes they [F#m] nibble at thee.
Well, if I must strip down, fall [E] naked and [A] bare, cut the thorn that grows [D] there by the brim,
[F#m] or else it might tangle my [D] curly [A]-bombed hair and tear my [E] glittering skin.
[F#m] Well, he's [A] taken his knife and he's [E] turned to the [A] thorn that grows by the [D] saltwater's brim.
[E] But so [F#m] speedy she's run, and she's [D] pushed him so [A] hard that she's thrown this [E] false young man in.
[D] To the [E] foam she's [A] fast thrown him in.
[E] He's [F#m] tumbled up high and he's [A] tumbled down [F#m] low, till he's come to the [D] rocky seaside.
[E] Cry and catch [F#m] hold of my hand, my [D] pretty fair [A] lady, and I will [E] make you my bride.
[D] Oh, lie [A] there, lie there, you [Bm] false-hearted [A] man, make your bed in the [D] deep briny blue.
[E] [F#m] Six pretty girls have you [D] drowned right [Bm] here, but the [A] seventh girl [E] has drowned you.
[Bm] Oh, the [D] seventh girl [A] has drowned you.
[E] [A] [D] [E]
[F#m] [D] [A] [E] [A]
An outlandish knight came from the Northlands, and he scarcely could [D] leave me alone.
[A] He must have taken me the wide world to see.
Oh, fly home, lost [Em] ladies, fly home.
[F#m] Oh, fly home, [G] lost ladies, [A] fly home.
[Am]
[A] An outlandish [D] knight came [Em] from the [A] Northland, and he scarcely could [D] leave me alone.
And he [A] promised he'd take me the [G] wide world to [A] see, or fly home, lost [Em] ladies fly home.
He [A] said, come fetch to me some of your [E] father's bright [A] gold, fetch me some of your [D] mother's own fee,
and come [A] fetch me the best nags from [Dm] out of your [A] yard where they stand full [E] thirty and three.
Where they [A] stand full thirty and three.
She's mounted on to her silver white horse, and he's mounted her [D] father's strong grey,
[E] and they've [F#m] rode till they've come to the [D] rocky [A] seashore three dark hours [E] before it was day.
[A] Oh, light off, light off your silver white horse, and deliver yourself [D] unto me.
[E] Fix, [F#m] pretty girls, if I [D] drowned right [A] here, and the seventh girl [E] you now shall be.
[A] Oh, the [E] seventh girl [A] you now shall be.
Pull off, pull off your [E] soft silken [A] gown, and deliver it [D] here unto me.
[E] For the [F#m] fabric's too fine and too [D] costly by [A] far to let rot in the [E] cold briny sea.
And pull [A] off, pull off your [E] good pollen [A] smock, and deliver it [D] here unto me.
[E] For it [F#m] seems such a waste to let [D] such clothes be [A] lost while the fishes they [E] nibble at thee.
[D] While the [E] fishes they [F#m] nibble at thee.
Well, if I must strip down, fall [E] naked and [A] bare, cut the thorn that grows [D] there by the brim,
[F#m] or else it might tangle my [D] curly [A]-bombed hair and tear my [E] glittering skin.
[F#m] Well, he's [A] taken his knife and he's [E] turned to the [A] thorn that grows by the [D] saltwater's brim.
[E] But so [F#m] speedy she's run, and she's [D] pushed him so [A] hard that she's thrown this [E] false young man in.
[D] To the [E] foam she's [A] fast thrown him in.
[E] He's [F#m] tumbled up high and he's [A] tumbled down [F#m] low, till he's come to the [D] rocky seaside.
[E] Cry and catch [F#m] hold of my hand, my [D] pretty fair [A] lady, and I will [E] make you my bride.
[D] Oh, lie [A] there, lie there, you [Bm] false-hearted [A] man, make your bed in the [D] deep briny blue.
[E] [F#m] Six pretty girls have you [D] drowned right [Bm] here, but the [A] seventh girl [E] has drowned you.
[Bm] Oh, the [D] seventh girl [A] has drowned you.
[E] [A] [D] [E]
[F#m] [D] [A] [E] [A]
An outlandish knight came from the Northlands, and he scarcely could [D] leave me alone.
[A] He must have taken me the wide world to see.
Oh, fly home, lost [Em] ladies, fly home.
[F#m] Oh, fly home, [G] lost ladies, [A] fly home.
[Am]
Key:
A
D
E
F#m
Em
A
D
E
[A] _ [D] _ [Em] _ [Bm] _ [A] _ [D] _ [Em] _ [G]
[A] An outlandish [D] knight came [Em] from the [A] Northland, and he scarcely could [D] leave me alone.
And he [A] promised he'd take me the [G] wide world to [A] see, or fly home, lost [Em] ladies fly home.
He [A] said, come fetch to me some of your [E] father's bright [A] gold, fetch me some of your [D] mother's own fee,
and come [A] fetch me the best nags from [Dm] out of your [A] yard where they stand full [E] thirty and three.
Where they [A] stand full thirty and three.
_ She's mounted on to her silver white horse, and he's mounted her [D] father's strong grey,
[E] and they've [F#m] rode till they've come to the [D] rocky [A] seashore three dark hours [E] before it was day.
[A] Oh, light off, light off your silver white horse, and deliver yourself [D] unto me.
[E] Fix, [F#m] pretty girls, if I [D] drowned right [A] here, and the seventh girl [E] you now shall be.
[A] Oh, the [E] seventh girl [A] you now shall be.
_ Pull off, pull off your [E] soft silken [A] gown, and deliver it [D] here unto me.
[E] For the [F#m] fabric's too fine and too [D] costly by [A] far to let rot in the [E] cold briny sea.
And pull [A] off, pull off your [E] good pollen [A] smock, and deliver it [D] here unto me.
[E] For it [F#m] seems such a waste to let [D] such clothes be [A] lost while the fishes they [E] nibble at thee.
[D] While the [E] fishes they [F#m] nibble at thee.
_ _ _ _ Well, if I must strip down, fall [E] naked and [A] bare, cut the thorn that grows [D] there by the brim,
[F#m] or else it might tangle my [D] curly [A]-bombed hair and tear my [E] glittering skin.
[F#m] Well, he's [A] taken his knife and he's [E] turned to the [A] thorn that grows by the [D] saltwater's brim.
[E] But so [F#m] speedy she's run, and she's [D] pushed him so [A] hard that she's thrown this [E] false young man in.
[D] To the [E] foam she's [A] fast thrown him in.
_ [E] He's [F#m] tumbled up high and he's [A] tumbled down [F#m] low, till he's come to the [D] rocky seaside.
[E] Cry and catch [F#m] hold of my hand, my [D] pretty fair [A] lady, and I will [E] make you my bride.
[D] Oh, lie [A] there, lie there, you [Bm] false-hearted [A] man, make your bed in the [D] deep briny blue.
[E] [F#m] Six pretty girls have you [D] drowned right [Bm] here, but the [A] seventh girl [E] has drowned you.
[Bm] Oh, the [D] seventh girl [A] has drowned you.
_ [E] _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _
[F#m] _ _ [D] _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _
An outlandish knight came from the Northlands, and he scarcely could [D] leave me alone.
[A] He must have taken me the wide world to see.
Oh, fly home, lost [Em] ladies, fly home.
[F#m] Oh, fly home, [G] lost ladies, [A] fly home.
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] An outlandish [D] knight came [Em] from the [A] Northland, and he scarcely could [D] leave me alone.
And he [A] promised he'd take me the [G] wide world to [A] see, or fly home, lost [Em] ladies fly home.
He [A] said, come fetch to me some of your [E] father's bright [A] gold, fetch me some of your [D] mother's own fee,
and come [A] fetch me the best nags from [Dm] out of your [A] yard where they stand full [E] thirty and three.
Where they [A] stand full thirty and three.
_ She's mounted on to her silver white horse, and he's mounted her [D] father's strong grey,
[E] and they've [F#m] rode till they've come to the [D] rocky [A] seashore three dark hours [E] before it was day.
[A] Oh, light off, light off your silver white horse, and deliver yourself [D] unto me.
[E] Fix, [F#m] pretty girls, if I [D] drowned right [A] here, and the seventh girl [E] you now shall be.
[A] Oh, the [E] seventh girl [A] you now shall be.
_ Pull off, pull off your [E] soft silken [A] gown, and deliver it [D] here unto me.
[E] For the [F#m] fabric's too fine and too [D] costly by [A] far to let rot in the [E] cold briny sea.
And pull [A] off, pull off your [E] good pollen [A] smock, and deliver it [D] here unto me.
[E] For it [F#m] seems such a waste to let [D] such clothes be [A] lost while the fishes they [E] nibble at thee.
[D] While the [E] fishes they [F#m] nibble at thee.
_ _ _ _ Well, if I must strip down, fall [E] naked and [A] bare, cut the thorn that grows [D] there by the brim,
[F#m] or else it might tangle my [D] curly [A]-bombed hair and tear my [E] glittering skin.
[F#m] Well, he's [A] taken his knife and he's [E] turned to the [A] thorn that grows by the [D] saltwater's brim.
[E] But so [F#m] speedy she's run, and she's [D] pushed him so [A] hard that she's thrown this [E] false young man in.
[D] To the [E] foam she's [A] fast thrown him in.
_ [E] He's [F#m] tumbled up high and he's [A] tumbled down [F#m] low, till he's come to the [D] rocky seaside.
[E] Cry and catch [F#m] hold of my hand, my [D] pretty fair [A] lady, and I will [E] make you my bride.
[D] Oh, lie [A] there, lie there, you [Bm] false-hearted [A] man, make your bed in the [D] deep briny blue.
[E] [F#m] Six pretty girls have you [D] drowned right [Bm] here, but the [A] seventh girl [E] has drowned you.
[Bm] Oh, the [D] seventh girl [A] has drowned you.
_ [E] _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _
[F#m] _ _ [D] _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _
An outlandish knight came from the Northlands, and he scarcely could [D] leave me alone.
[A] He must have taken me the wide world to see.
Oh, fly home, lost [Em] ladies, fly home.
[F#m] Oh, fly home, [G] lost ladies, [A] fly home.
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _
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