Chords for Martin Carthy - Willie's Lady

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[Bb] _ King Willie sailed over the raging [Eb] foam He's wooed [Bb] a wife and [Eb] he's brought [Bb] her home
He wooed her for her long [Eb] golden hair His [Bb] mother wrought her a mighty care
And a weary spell she's laid on her She'd be with child for long
And [Eb] many's the year [Bb] but a child [Eb] she would never [Bb] bear
And in her flower she lies in pain King Willie and her bedhead [Eb] he do stand
As [Bb] down his cheeks the salt and tears do run
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[Eb] _ [Bb] _ _ Willie back to his mother [Eb] he did run And [Bb] he's gone there as a begging son
There's mid true love and this fine [Eb] noble sleep The like [Bb] of which [Ebm] you [Bb] ne'er did see
And every part of this horse is made There's hanging fifty silver [Eb] bells and ten
[Bb] There's hanging fifty [Eb] bells [Bb] and ten This goodly gift [Bbm] shall [Bb] be her own
Give back to me, oh true love, your [Eb] turn again [Bb] That she might bear [Eb] her baby [Bb] _ son
Oh, the child she'll never lie [Eb] to be Locked [Bb] from sickness [Ebm] will she [Bb] ever be free
But she will die and she will turn [Eb] to clay And you [Bb] will wed with [Ebm] another [Bb] _ man
And sighing stares this weary man As back to his own true love he's [Eb] gone again
[Bb] I wish my life was at a bed _
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_ _ [Eb] _ [Bb] _ _ Willie back to his mother [Eb] he did run And [Bb] he's gone there [Eb] as a [Bb] begging son
There's mid true love and this fine [Eb] golden girdle [Bb] Sipping jewels [Eb] all about the [Bb] middle
And every part of this girdle's hem There's hanging fifty silver bells [Eb] and ten
There's [Bb] hanging fifty bells and ten This goodly gift shall be her own
Give back to me, oh true love, your [Eb] turn again That [Bb] she might bear [Eb] her [Bb] baby son
Oh, the child she'll never [Eb] lie to be [Bb] Locked from sickness will [Eb] she ever [Bb] be free
But she will die and she will [Eb] turn to clay And [Bb] you will wed [Eb] with [Bb] another man
And sighing stares this weary man As back to his own true love [Ebm] he's gone again
I wish [Bb] my life [Ebm] was at [Bb] a _ bed
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[Eb] _ [Bb] _ But up and spoke his noble queen And she has told King Willie [Eb] of a plan
How [Bb] she might bear her baby son
She says you must go, get you down to [Eb] the marketplace [Bb] And you must buy you a loaf of wax
And you must shape it as a babe that is [Eb] to nurse And you [Bb] must make two [Eb]
[Bb] wives of glass
Ask your mother to a christening day And you must stand there close as [Eb] you can be
That [Bb] you might hear [Eb] what she [Bb] does say
_ King Willie he's gone down to the [Eb] marketplace And [Bb] he has bought him a loaf of wax
And he has shaped it as a babe that [Ebm] is to nurse And [Bb] he has made two wives of glass
He asked his mother to a christening day And he has stood there close as [Eb] he could be
That he might hear [Bb] what she did say
And how she spoke and how she swore She spied the babe where no babe could [Eb] be before
She [Bb] spied the babe where [Eb] none could [Bb] be [Eb] before
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Says who was it who unbit the [Eb] nine witch knots Braided [Bb] in amongst this lady's locks
[Eb] _ [Bb] And who was it who took out the combs of [Eb] care [Bb] Braided in amongst [Ebm] this [Bb] lady's hair
And who was it slew the master key That ran and slept all beneath this [Eb] lady's bed
That [Bb] ran and slept all beneath the bed
And who was it unlaced her left shoe And who was it that let her [Eb] lie to be
That [Bb] she might bear her baby boy
And it was Willie who unbit the [Eb] nine witch knots [Bb] Braided in amongst this lady's locks
And it was Willie who took out the combs [Ebm] of care [Bb] Braided in amongst this lady's hair
And it was Fili the master key that slay And it was Fili who unlaced her [Eb] left foot shoe
And [Bb] he has lent [Eb] her [Bb] light to be
And she has sworn at her baby son
And pray to the blessing that be [Eb] them upon And pray [Bb] to the blessings them upon
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_ _ pray to the blessings them upon _ _ _ _