Chords for Female of the Species (The Horse Tamers Daughter)

[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ [A] _ _ [C#m] _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
[A] _ [Bm] _ _ _ When the Himalayan peasant meets [F#] the he-bear in his pride,
He shouts to scare [F#m] the monster who [G#] will [B] often turn aside.
But the she-bear, thus accosted, [Em] rends the peasant [A] tooth and [E] nail,
[Bm] For the [E] female of the species is [Bm] more deadly than the male.
_ [A] _ [Bm] _ _ _
When Nag, the basking [F#m] cobra, hears the careless foot of man,
He [F#] will sometimes [C#m] wriggle [Bm] sideways and avoid it if [D] he [B] can,
But his mate makes no such motion [Em] where she caps [E] beside the trail,
[F#m] For the [Bm] female of the species [C#m] is more [F#m] deadly than the [Bm] male.
_ [A] _ [Bm] _ _
_ When the early [F#] Jesuit [B] fathers reached [F#m] to neurons and chalk claws,
They prayed to be delivered from [B] the vengeance of the squaws.
Squaws, the women, not the warriors, [Em] turned those stark enthusiasts pale,
[Bm] For the female of the species is [A] more deadly [Bm] than the male.
_ [A] _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ Man's giving heart [D] is [F#m] bursting with the things he must [F#] not say,
[F#m] For the woman that God gave him [Bm] isn't his to give away.
But [B] when hunter meets with husband, each [Em] confirms [Bm] the [A] other's tale,
[Bm] That the female of the species [F#] is more deadly [Bm] than the male.
[A] _ _
[Bm] _ _ She who faces death by torture [F#] for each life beneath her breast,
May not feel in doubt or pity, must [Bm] not squirm or fact or jest,
[B] These are purely male diversions, [Em] but in these her honor dwells.
[A] She, [Bm] the other, all we live [F#] by is that law and nothing [Bm] _ else.
[A] _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ Unprovoked and awful charges, [F#] even so does she bear a fight,
[C#m] Speech that droops, corrodes and [F#m] poisons, even [Bm] so the [D] cobra [B] bites.
Scientific bid is a section [Em] of one nerve till it is raw,
[A] And the victim [Bm] writhes in anguish like [F#] a [F#m] Jesuit with [Bm] a squaw.
_ [A] _
[Bm] _ _ _ So it comes that man, the coward, [F#] when he gathers to concur,
With [C#m] his fellow-brave [F#] and counsel, dare [G#] not leave a place for [B] her,
Where at war with life and conscience [Em] he uplifts his erring hands,
To some [Bm] god of abstract justice [F#] that no woman _ [Bm] understands.
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[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _
_ And man knows [D] it, knows [F#] moreover, that the woman that God gave him,
Must command, but may not govern, [G#] shall and grow, but not [E] enslave him.
[B] And she knows, because she warns him, and [Em] her [E] instincts never fail,
[Bm] That the [C#m] female [Bm] of her species [F#] is more deadly [Bm] than the male.
_ _ [E] _ [Bm] _ _ [F#] _ [D] _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
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