Chords for Martin & Eliza Carthy - The Wife of Usher's Well 2001
Tempo:
114.5 bpm
Chords used:
Gm
D
C
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Gm]
as well.
And a wealthy wife was she.
She'd three fine and stalled but son sent them all to sea.
They'd not been gone a week and a week but barely one.
Went dead sweeping over the land.
Took them one by one.
They'd not been gone a week and [D] a week but barely one.
[Gm]
When word come to that young girl a babe she'd never see.
I wish the wind would never blown a fish in the flood.
Till my darling babes are home, they're home in flesh and blood.
And there about the marten as nights are long and dark.
Her three kids come to her door and the hacks were made of bark.
The tree never grew in any ditch.
Her cold death is Lord of all, to him we must resign.
The green grass is at our head and [C] the clay is at [G] our feet,
[C] And your [Gm] tears come toppling down and wet our winding sheet.
And she has made the bed for [D] them, spread the [Gm] milk-white sheet,
She's laid it all with copper gold to see if they could sleep.
And up and through the red cock, up and through the cray,
And the youngest to the eldest says, Brother, we must away.
[D] And the cock [Gm] had not crowed once, clapped his wings for day,
And the eldest to the youngest says, Brother, we must away.
For the cock crowed that day, dawned that shuddering worm shied,
And if we're missed out of our place, then pain we must bide.
[C] Farewell, [Gm] farewell, my mother dear, farewell to fire and fire,
And farewell, the sweet young girl kindling the father's fire.
[G]
[N]
as well.
And a wealthy wife was she.
She'd three fine and stalled but son sent them all to sea.
They'd not been gone a week and a week but barely one.
Went dead sweeping over the land.
Took them one by one.
They'd not been gone a week and [D] a week but barely one.
[Gm]
When word come to that young girl a babe she'd never see.
I wish the wind would never blown a fish in the flood.
Till my darling babes are home, they're home in flesh and blood.
And there about the marten as nights are long and dark.
Her three kids come to her door and the hacks were made of bark.
The tree never grew in any ditch.
Her cold death is Lord of all, to him we must resign.
The green grass is at our head and [C] the clay is at [G] our feet,
[C] And your [Gm] tears come toppling down and wet our winding sheet.
And she has made the bed for [D] them, spread the [Gm] milk-white sheet,
She's laid it all with copper gold to see if they could sleep.
And up and through the red cock, up and through the cray,
And the youngest to the eldest says, Brother, we must away.
[D] And the cock [Gm] had not crowed once, clapped his wings for day,
And the eldest to the youngest says, Brother, we must away.
For the cock crowed that day, dawned that shuddering worm shied,
And if we're missed out of our place, then pain we must bide.
[C] Farewell, [Gm] farewell, my mother dear, farewell to fire and fire,
And farewell, the sweet young girl kindling the father's fire.
[G]
[N]
Key:
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_ _ _ as well.
And a wealthy wife was she.
She'd three fine and stalled but son sent them all to sea.
They'd not been gone a week and a week but barely one.
Went dead sweeping over the land.
Took them one by one.
They'd not been gone a week and [D] a week but barely one.
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_ _ _ _ When word come to that young girl a babe she'd never see.
I wish the wind would never blown a fish in the flood.
Till my darling babes are home, they're home in flesh and blood. _ _
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And there about the marten as nights are long and dark.
Her three kids come to her door and the hacks were made of bark.
The tree never grew in any ditch.
Her cold death is Lord of all, to him we must resign.
The green grass is at our head and [C] the clay is at [G] our feet,
[C] And your [Gm] tears come toppling down and wet our winding sheet. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ And she has made the bed for [D] them, spread the [Gm] milk-white sheet,
She's laid it all with copper gold to see if they could sleep.
And up and through the red cock, up and through the cray,
And the youngest to the eldest says, Brother, we must away.
[D] And the cock [Gm] had not crowed once, clapped his wings for day,
And the eldest to the youngest says, Brother, we must away.
For the cock crowed that day, dawned that shuddering worm shied,
And if we're missed out of our place, then pain we must bide.
[C] Farewell, [Gm] farewell, my mother dear, farewell to fire and fire,
And farewell, the sweet young girl kindling the father's fire. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ as well.
And a wealthy wife was she.
She'd three fine and stalled but son sent them all to sea.
They'd not been gone a week and a week but barely one.
Went dead sweeping over the land.
Took them one by one.
They'd not been gone a week and [D] a week but barely one.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ When word come to that young girl a babe she'd never see.
I wish the wind would never blown a fish in the flood.
Till my darling babes are home, they're home in flesh and blood. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
And there about the marten as nights are long and dark.
Her three kids come to her door and the hacks were made of bark.
The tree never grew in any ditch.
Her cold death is Lord of all, to him we must resign.
The green grass is at our head and [C] the clay is at [G] our feet,
[C] And your [Gm] tears come toppling down and wet our winding sheet. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ And she has made the bed for [D] them, spread the [Gm] milk-white sheet,
She's laid it all with copper gold to see if they could sleep.
And up and through the red cock, up and through the cray,
And the youngest to the eldest says, Brother, we must away.
[D] And the cock [Gm] had not crowed once, clapped his wings for day,
And the eldest to the youngest says, Brother, we must away.
For the cock crowed that day, dawned that shuddering worm shied,
And if we're missed out of our place, then pain we must bide.
[C] Farewell, [Gm] farewell, my mother dear, farewell to fire and fire,
And farewell, the sweet young girl kindling the father's fire. _ _ _ _ _ _
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