Chords for The Devil & The Huntsman

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Young man came from hunting, faint and weary.
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[C] What is that, [Bm] my lord, [C] my [Ab] dearie? _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ [Bm] _ [C] Oh brother dear, let my bed be [A] _
[C] made,
_ _ For I feel quite the loony _ _ _ _ nightshade.
Brother _ _ _ dear, _ _ let my bed be made, _ _ _
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_ _ _ For I feel quite the loony nightshade. _
Many a man would die as soon out of the light
Of a mage's moon, but it's not by bone,
But yet by play that can break the magic
That the devil made.
It's not my fire, but what's forged in flame
Can drown the sorrow of a huntsman's pain.
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This young man, he died fair _ soon
By the light of a hunter's moon.
It was not by bone, nor yet by blade,
_ Oh the berries, oh the woody _ nightshade.
Oh father dear, let my hair [Ab] be saved
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From the power that the devil made. _
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