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The Witch of the Westmorland 4/4 Stan Rogers Archie Fisher
Between The Breaks 1987
Intro: One verse Instrumental
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Pale was the / wounded knight, that / bore the rowan / shield.
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Loud and cruel were the / raven's cries that / feasted on the / field.
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Singing, / back water, / cold and clear, will / never clean your / wound,
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There's / none but the Witch of the / Westmor - land can / make thee hale and / sound.
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So / turn, turn your / stallion's head, till his / red mane flies in the / wind, and
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The / rider of the / moon goes by and the / bright star falls be - / hind, and
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Clear was the / paling moon, when his / shadow passed him / by,
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Be-/ low the hills were the / brightest stars when he / heard the owlet / cry.
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Singin, / Why do you / ride this way, and / wherefore came you / here?
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I / seek the Witch of the / Westmor - land, who / dwells by the winding / mere, and
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It's / weary by the / Ulls-wat - er, and the / misty brake fern / way,
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Till / through the cleft of the / Kirkstane Pass, the / winding water / lay.
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He / said," Lie down, me / brindled hound, and / rest ye, me good grey / hawk, and
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Thee, my steed, may / graze thy fill, for / I must dis- mount and / walk.
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But / come when you / hear my horn, and / answer swift the / call,
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For I / fear the sun will / rise this morn, ye will / serve me best of / all."
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It's / down to the / water's brim, he's / born the rowan / shield, and
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The / golden-rod he / has cast in, to / see what the lake might / yield, and
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Wet rose she / from the lake, and / fast and fleet went / she,
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One / half the form of a / maiden fair with a / jet black mare's bo- / dy, and
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Loud, long and / shrill he blew, till his / steed was by his / side
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High / over-head the / grey hawk flew, and / swiftly he did / ride,
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Saying, / course well, me / brindled hound, and / fetch me the jet black / mare,
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Stoop and strike, me / good grey hawk, and / bring me the maiden / fair.
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She said: / Pray, sheathe thy / silvery sword, lay / down thy rowan / shield,
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For I / see by the briny / blood that flows, you've been / wounded in the / field, and
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She / stood in a gown of / velvet blue, bound / round with a silver / chain, and
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She's / kissed his pale lips / one and twice, and / three times round a- / gain. and
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She's / bound his wounds with the / golden-rod, full / fast in her arms he / lay and
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He has risen / hale and sound with the / sun high in the / day,
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She said, / ride with your brindled / hounds at heel, and your / good grey hawk in / hand,
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There's / none can harm the / knight who's lain with the / Witch of the Westmor - / land.
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