Chords for Kate Rusby - The Blind Harper

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_ _ _ _ _ _ Have you heard of the blind harper, how he lived in hogmaven town?
[G] He went down to fair England to steal King Henry's [Eb] wanton brown.
[F] First he [Bb] went to his wife with all the haste, as good could he.
[G] This work, he said, will never go well without the help of our [F] good grey mare.
Said _ [Bb] she, take the good grey mare, she'll run our hills both low and high.
[Gm] Take the halter and your hoes, leave the foal at home [Eb] with me.
[F] Easy pound went to [Bb] England gone, he went as fast as go could he.
[Gm] When he's got to Carlisle gates, who should be there but [F] King Henry? _
_ _ [Bb] Come in, come in, blind harper, and of your music let me hear.
[Gm] But upon said the blind harper, I'd rather have a stable for [A] my mare.
_ [Eb] _ The [C] king looked over [Bb] his left shoulder and he said unto his stable groom,
[G] Go take the poor blind harper's mare, put her beside me [F] wanton brown.
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[Bb] First he harped and then he sang, till he played them all so sound asleep.
_ [Gm] Quietly he took off his shoes, down the stairs [Bb] he did creep.
_ _ _ Straight to the stable door he's gone with a tread so light as light could be.
[Gm] When he's opened and went [Gm] in, he found thirty steeds [Eb] and three. _ _ _
[Bb] He took the halter from his hoes and from his purse he did not fail.
[G] He slipped it over [Gm] the wanton's nose [G] and tied it to the [C] grey mare's tail.
_ He [Bb] let her loose at the castle gates, she didn't fail to find her way.
[G] She went back to her own colt fold three long hours before [F] day. _ _
Then [Bb] they were born in a fair daylight when they had ended all their cheer.
[Gm] Behold the wanton brown had gone, and so had the poor [F] blind harper's [A] mare.
_ [Eb] _ But here at [Bb] last the blind harper, never at last the tide came near.
[Gm] The home of God's a little colt [G] fold, in England they sold me good [F] grey mare.
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[Eb] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ hold your tongue said [Eb] King Henry, [Bb] and all your mournings let them be.
[G] You shall [Gm] get a far better mare, well paid shall you call [Eb] for me.
[F] _ _ [Bb] So again he harked and again he sang, the sweetest music he let them hear.
He [G] was paid for a foal that [Gm] he never had lost, [G] three times worth the [F] good grey mare. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ He was paid for [Bb] a foal that he never had lost, three times worth the good grey mare. _ _ _ _ _ _
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