Chords for The Corries --- Lord Gregory

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_ is a belle, a rock royale, _ She [A] dreamed where she lay,
_ She [D] dreamed the heart of Gregory _ A little [A] before the day.
_ _ _ [D] Oh, hooly, [A] hooly, raised she up, And hooly, [D] pit she _ on,
And hooly, pit she _ [A] on The [Dm] silks so crimson.
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_ _ [D] She had not read a mile, _ _ Till the castle came she by,
[A] _ And within she sought Lord [D] Gregory, _ But of him they did [A] deny.
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[Dm] _ _ _ _ [A] Well, I [D] am Lord _ Gregory's mother, _ _ But he [Dm] is to the sea,
_ If you have any word for him, I pray you leave [A] with me.
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Well, I am fair Isabella, a rock _ royale, _ Banished from kith [Dm] and kin,
_ _ My babe is called in my _ arms, [A] Pray God that I [D] find him.
_ _ Oh, do you _ remember, love Gregory, _ That night in _ Capacoen,
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[Dm] When we changed rings from our fingers, [D] And that against my will?
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_ _ _ For yours was [D]
of pure silver love, _ [Dm] Mine of the black tin _ rot,
Yours it cost one guinea _ love, And mine was but one [A] grove.
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_ She wandered east, she wandered west, She wandered round and round,
_ Till the storm caught her on Capacoen, _ There she [A] and the babe lay doomed.
_ _ _ Oh, [Dm] woe be to you, mother, _ [D] _
And an ill death may ye dee,
For you might have come to my bedside, And then have waken me. _
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[A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ They saddled him the black, the black, So did they him [Dm] the broon,
So did they him [A] the swiftest steeds, And he sought her roond and roond.
_ _ _ But there's ne [D]'er been born a steed that swift, Can race a parting breast.
[Dm] _ And he come a-late to [D]
Capacoen, _ Lying ere they had [Dm] their death.
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_ [A] _ one [D] was buried in Maricar, _ _ And the other in _ _ _ _ _ _ Out the wonder _ sprung back,
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Out the other [Dm] a-brung back. _ _ _
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