Chords for Stan Rogers - Witch of the Westmoreland

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_ _ There was the wounded [C] _ knight, [G] that bore the rowing shield. _
_ Loud and cruel were the ravens' [C] cries that [G] feasted on the field.
Saying _ back, water cold and [C] clear, _ [G] we'll never clean your wound. _
There's none but the witch of the West [C] Maryland can make the [G] haven soon.
_ So turn, turn your _ [C] stallion's head, [G] till his red mane flies [C] in the wind.
_ [G] And the rider of the moon [C] goes by and the bright star [G] falls behind.
_ _ And here was the pale moon, _ _ when shadow passed [C] him by.
_ _ [G] Below the hill were the brightest [C]
stars and he heard the [G] owl cry.
Saying, _ why do you ride [C] this way, _ [G] and wherefore [C] came you here?
[G] I seek the witch of the West [C] Maryland who dwells by the [G] winding mere.
_ And it's near by the Owl's [C] Water _ [G] and the Misty Break [C] Fern Way.
[G] Till through the cleft of the Kirkston [C]
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He [G] said, lie down me [C] brindle _ _ [G]-town, and rest ye me good [C] grey _ hawk.
[G] And me my steed may grace [C] thy fill for a must this mountain [G] walk. _
_ But come when you hear [C] my horn, _
[G] and answer swift the call.
_ For I fear the sun will rise [C] this morn, you will serve me [G] best of all.
And it's down to the [C] _ water's brim, [G] he's born the Rowan Shield.
_ And the golden rod he has cast in [C] to see what the lake [G] might yield.
_ And what _ rose she from [C] the lake, [G] and fast and fleet [C] when she.
_ [G] Won half the form [D] of a [C] maiden fair with a jet black mare's [D] body.
_ _ [G] And loud and long and shrill [C] he blew, [G] till his steed was by his [C] side.
Aye, [G] he _ overhead [D] the grey hawk [Em] flew, [C] and swiftly he did [D]
ride.
Sing, [G] _ poor swell me brindle [C] _
-town, [G] _ fetch me the jet [C] black mare.
_ [G] Stoop and [D] strike me good grey [Em]
hawk, [C] and bring me the [D] maiden fair.
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_ She [G] said, pray she thy [C] silvery sword, _ [G] lay down thy Rowan Shield.
For I see by the briny blood that [C] flows you've been wounded in the [G] field.
_ And she stood in a gown of the [C] velvet blue, [G] bound round with a [C] silver chain.
And [G] she's kissed his pale lips once [C] and twice, and three times round [G]
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And she's bound his womb with the [C] golden rod, [G] oh, fast in [C] her arms he lay.
_ [G] And he has risen, hail, and [C] so will the sun, aye, [G] in the day.
She said, ride with your brindle-towns [C] at the ear, [G] and your good grey [C] hawk in hand.
_ _ [G] There's none can harm [D] the knight [Em] who's slain [C] with the witch of the [D] _
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