Poor Murdered Woman Chords by Shirley Collins & The Albion Country Band

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_ [Eb] _ _ [Fm] _ [Cm] _ _
[Bb] It was Hanky [Eb] the Squire, [Fm] as I've heard [C] men say,
Who rode [Fm] out a-hunting on one [C] Saturday. _
They hunted [Fm] all day, but nothing [C] they found,
[Bb] But a poor [Eb] murdered woman [Fm] laid on the [Cm] cold _ [Bb] ground.
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[F] _ [C] _ _ [Bb] About eight [Eb] o'clock, boys, [Fm] at dark's they [Cm] throwed out,
On _ [F] Leatherhead Common, _ that [C] was [Cm] the spot.
They tried [F] all the bushes, but nothing they [Cm] found,
[Bb] But a poor [Eb] murdered woman [F] laid on the [Cm] cold ground.
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They [Bb] whipped their [Eb] dogs off, and [F] they kept them [Cm]
away,
Cried, who'd [F] think it proper, she should have [Cm] their play.
They tried [F] all the bushes, [Bb] but nothing [Cm] they found,
[Bb] But a poor [Eb] murdered woman [F] laid on the [Cm] cold ground.
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_ _ _ _ [Bb] They mounted [Eb] their horses, [F] and they rode off [Cm] the ground,
They rode to [F] the village, and landed [Cm] all around.
It is late in [F] the evening, I'm sorry to [Cm] say,
[Bb] She cannot [Eb] be relieved _ [Bb] until the [Cm] next _ [Bb] day. _
_ [Eb] _ _ [F] _ [Cm] _ _
_ [Bb] The next [Eb] Sunday morning, [F] about eight [Cm] o'clock,
Some hundreds [F] of people to the spot [C] they [Cm] did flock,
Could you see that [F] poor creature, your thoughts would [Cm] have bled,
[Bb] From cold [Eb] and some irons, [F] and pain into [Cm] their _ [Bb] heads.
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[F] _ [Cm] She [Bb] was to go off [Eb] the common, [F] and down to [Cm] some inn,
And the man that [F] has kept it, his name is John [Cm] Sims.
The [F] coroner was sent for, the jury [Cm] they'd joined,
[Bb] And soon [Eb] they concluded, [F] and settled [Cm] their mind.
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[Eb] _ _ [F] _ [Cm] _ [Bb] The coffin [Eb] was brought, [F] in it she [Cm] was laid,
And took to [F] the church, your god is called, let [Cm] her wait.
No father, [F] no mother, nor no [Bb] friend, [Cm] I'm told,
[Bb] Came to see [Eb] the poor creature [F] laid under [Cm] the _ [Bb] rope.
_ [Eb] _ _ [F] _ [Cm] _
So [Bb] now I'll [Eb] conclude, and [F] I'll finish my [Cm] song,
And those that [F] have died, it shall find [Cm] themselves wrong.
The last day [F] of judgment, the trumpet [Cm] shall sound,
[Bb] And this soul's [Eb] not in heaven, [F] I'm afraid when [Cm] he's found. _ _ _ _ _
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