Tablature the witch of westmorland - Stan Rogers

          



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  From: dmerrett@fox.nstn.ns.ca (Doug Merrett)

  Subject: Stan Rogers - Witch of the Westmorland

  

  This song was actually written by Archie Fisher, as I believe was Giant.

  

  

  Doug Merrett

  

  The Witch of the Westmorland

  Archie Fisher

  

  G                   C            G               Em7

  Pale was the wounded knight that bore the rowan shield

  

  G                      D7       Em          C                  D

  Loud and cruel were the raven's cries that feasted on the field

  

          G                  C          G                 Em7

  Saying beck water cold and clear will never clean your wound

  

          G                         D7      Em     C                   D

  There's none but the witch of the Westmorland can make thee hale and sound

  

     G                          C             G                     Em7

  So turn, turn your stallion's head til his red mane flies in the wind

  

          G            D7        Em          C                  D

  And the rider of the moon goes by and the bright star falls behind

          

       G                  C              G                 Em7

  And clear was the paley moon when his shadow passed him by

  

     G                       D7      Em             C               D

  Below the hills were the brightest stars when he heard the owlet cry

  

          G                    C        G                     Em7

  Saying "Why do you ride this way, and wherefore came you here?"

  

      G                    D7       Em     C                     D

  "I seek the Witch of the Westmorland who dwells by the winding mere"

  

           G                  C           G                 Em7

  And it's weary by the Ullswater and the misty brake fern way

  

      G                        D7        Em       C              D

  Til through the cleft of the Kirkstone Pass the winding water lay

  

           G                     C          G                     Em7

  He said "Lie down, my brindled hound, and rest ye, my good grey hawk"

  

      G                    D7       Em         C                 D

  And thee, my steed, may graze thy fill for I must dismount and walk

  

      G                     C        G                 Em7

  But come when you hear my horn and answer swift the call

  

        G                     D7        Em           C                D

  For I fear ere the sun will rise this morn ye will serve me best of all."

  

           G                   C         G              Em7

  And it's down to the water's brim he's born the rowan shield

  

          G            D7       Em    C                       D

  And the goldenrod he has cast in to see what the lake might yield

  

      G                     C         G                   Em7

  And wet rose she from the lake, and fast and fleet went she

  

        G                D7     Em           C                  D

  One half the form of a maiden fair with a jet black mare's body

  

      G                        C            G                Em7

  And loud, long and shrill he blew til his steed was by his side

  

       G            D7        Em       C              D

  High overhead the grey hawk flew and swiftly he did ride

  

      G                         C          G                      Em7

  Say "Course well, my brindled hound, and fetch me the jet black mare

  

  G                    D7        Em        C                   D

  Stoop and strike, my good grey hawk, and bring me the maiden fair."

  

            G                         C            G                Em7

  She said "Pray, sheathe thy silvery sword.  Lay down thy rowan shield

       

        G                D7         Em                C              D

  For I see by the briny blood that flows you've been wounded in the field"

      

          G                         C           G                   Em7

  And she stood in a gown of velvet blue, bound round with a silver chain

        

            G                    D7      Em        C                 D

  and she's kissed his pale lips one and twice and three times round again

   

            G                               C         G                   Em7

  And she's bound his wounds with the goldenrod, full fast in her arms he lay

        

      G            D7       Em             C               D

  and he has risen hale and sound with the sun high in the day

          

            G                                C             G                 Em7

  She said "Ride with your brindled hound at heel and your good grey hawk in hand

            

          G                 D7           Em            C                   D

  There's none can harm the knight who's lain with the Witch of the Westmorland"

  

  

   


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 The witch of westmorland, de Stan rogers 

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