The Witch Of The Westmereland Chords by The Waybacks

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[Am] _ [Em] _ [C] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Gm] Pale was the wounded night that bore the Roman [C] shield.
[G] Loud and cruel were the raven's [C] cries that feasted on [Dm] the field.
[Gm] Saying back, water cold and clear, I'll never clean your wound.
There's none but the witch of the [C] West Maryland that can make thee hail [Gm] and soon.
[G] So turn, turn your [C] stallion's head, [G] till his red mane flies in the wind.
And the rider of the moon [C] goes by and the bright star [D] falls behind.
[G] And clear was the pale [C] emu [G] when a shadow [C] passed him by.
[G] Below the hills were the brightest [C] stars when he heard the [D] aholet cry.
Saying, [G] why do you ride this way and wherefore came you here?
I seek the witch of the [C] West Maryland that dwells by the [D] winding mire.
And [G] it's weary by the Ul's [C] water [G] in the misty [C] break fern way.
[G] Till through the cleft of the [C] Kirkston Pass the winding [D] water lay.
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_ [C] _ _ _ [D] He [G] said, lie down my brindle [C] [G] hound and rest ye me good grey [C] [G] hawk.
And thee my steed may [E] graze thy fill [C] for I must dismount and [D] walk.
[G] But come when you [C] hear my horn [G] and answer [C] swift the call.
[G] For I fear the sun will rise [C] this morn you will serve [G] me best of [D] all.
And [G] it's down to the [C] water's [G] brim who's borne the [C] rowan shield.
[G] And the golden rod he [Em] has cast in [C] to see what the lake [D] might yield.
[G] And wet rose she from [C] the lake [G] and fast and [C] fleet went she.
[G] One half the form of a [Em] maiden [C] fair with a jet [D] black mare's body.
[G] And loud long shrill he [C] blew [G] till his steed was by his [C] side.
[G] I overhead the [Em] grey hawk [C] flew and swiftly he [D] did ride.
Saying, [G] course well my brindle [C] hound [G] fetch me the jet black [C] mare.
[G] Stoop and strike my [Am] good grey hawk and bring me the [D] maiden [A] fair. _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ She [A] said, bray sheathe thy silvery sword lay down the rowan shield.
For I see by the briny [Dm] blood that flows you've been wounded in [E] the field.
And [A] she stood in a gown of velvet blue bound around with a silver chain.
And she's kissed his pale lips once and [D] twice and three times [E] round again.
[A] And she's bound his wounds with the golden rod.
Full fast in her arms he lay and he has risen.
Hail and [D] sound with the sun high [E] in the day.
[A] She said, ride with your brindle hound [D] at you.
[A] And your good grey hawk [D] in hand [A] there's none can blarm.
The knight [D] who's lain with the witch of the [E] west there lay.
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