The Witch Of Westmorland
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Pale was the wounded knight that bore the rowan shield
Loud and cruel were the raven's cries that feasted on the field
Saying beck water cold and clear will never clean your wound
There's none but the witch of the Westmorland can make thee hale and sound
So turn, turn your stallion's head til his red mane flies in the wind
And the rider of the moon goes by and the bright star falls behind
And clear was the paley moon when his shadow passed him by
Below the hills were the brightest stars when he heard the owlet cry
Saying "Why do you ride this way, and wherefore came you here?"
"I seek the Witch of the Westmorland who dwells by the winding mere"
And it's weary by the Ullswater and the misty brake fern way
Til through the cleft of the Kirkstone Pass the winding water lay
He said "Lie down, my brindled hound, and rest ye, my good grey hawk"
And thee, my steed, may graze thy fill for I must dismount and walk
But come when you hear my horn and answer swift the call
For I fear ere the sun will rise this morn ye will serve me best of all."
And it's down to the water's brim he's born the rowan shield
And the goldenrod he has cast in to see what the lake might yield
And wet rose she from the lake, and fast and fleet went she
One half the form of a maiden fair with a jet black mare's body
And loud, long and shrill he blew til his steed was by his side
High overhead the grey hawk flew and swiftly he did ride
Say "Course well, my brindled hound, and fetch me the jet black mare
Stoop and strike, my good grey hawk, and bring me the maiden fair."
She said "Pray, sheathe thy silvery sword. Lay down thy rowan shield
For I see by the briny blood that flows you've been wounded in the field"
And she stood in a gown of velvet blue, bound round with a silver chain
and she's kissed his pale lips one and twice and three times round again
And she's bound his wounds with the goldenrod, full fast in her arms he lay
and he has risen hale and sound with the sun high in the day
She said "Ride with your brindled hound at heel and your good grey hawk in hand
There's none can harm the knight who's lain with the Witch of the Westmorland"
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Readable chord sheet for The Witch Of Westmorland by Stan Rogers
[G]Pale was the wounded[C] knight that [G]bore the rowan s[Em7]hield [G]Loud and cruel were the[D7] raven's [Em]cries that f[C]easted on the field[D] Saying b[G]eck water cold and [C]clear will [G]never clean your w[Em7]ound There's [G]none but the witch of the [D7]Westmorl[Em]and can[C] make thee hale and [D]sound So [G]turn, turn your stallion's [C]head til his r[G]ed mane flies in the w[Em7]ind And the [G]rider of the [D7]moon goes [Em]by and the b[C]right star falls be[D]hind And c[G]lear was the paley [C]moon when his s[G]hadow passed him b[Em7]y Bel[G]ow the hills were the br[D7]ightest [Em]stars when he h[C]eard the owlet c[D]ry Saying "[G]Why do you ride this [C]way, and [G]wherefore came you her[Em7]e?" "I s[G]eek the Witch of the [D7]Westmorla[Em]nd who [C]dwells by the winding [D]mere" And it's [G]weary by the Ullswa[C]ter and the [G]misty brake fern w[Em7]ay Til [G]through the cleft of the [D7]Kirkstone [Em]Pass the [C]winding water l[D]ay He said "[G]Lie down, my brindled [C]hound, and [G]rest ye, my good grey [Em7]hawk" And [G]thee, my steed, may g[D7]raze thy [Em]fill for I [C]must dismount and [D]walk But [G]come when you hear my [C]horn and [G]answer swift the c[Em7]all For I [G]fear ere the sun will [D7]rise this [Em]morn ye will [C]serve me best of [D]all." And it's [G]down to the water's [C]brim he's [G]born the rowan [Em7]shield And the [G]goldenrod he [D7]has cast [Em]in to [C]see what the lake might [D]yield And [G]wet rose she from the [C]lake, and [G]fast and fleet went [Em7]she One ha[G]lf the form of a [D7]maiden [Em]fair with a j[C]et black mare's bod[D]y And [G]loud, long and shrill he [C]blew til his [G]steed was by his [Em7]side High [G]overhead the [D7]grey hawk [Em]flew and [C]swiftly he did [D]ride Say [G]"Course well, my brindled [C]hound, and [G]fetch me the jet black [Em7]mare [G]Stoop and strike, my [D7]good grey [Em]hawk, and [C]bring me the maiden [D]fair." She said "[G]Pray, sheathe thy silvery [C]sword. Lay d[G]own thy rowan shi[Em7]eld For I [G]see by the briny [D7]blood that [Em]flows you've been [C]wounded in the [D]field" And she [G]stood in a gown of velvet [C]blue, bound [G]round with a silver [Em7]chain and she's [G]kissed his pale lips [D7]one and [Em]twice and [C]three times round [D]again And she's [G]bound his wounds with the golden[C]rod, full [G]fast in her arms he [Em7]lay and [G]he has risen [D7]hale and [Em]sound with the [C]sun high in the [D]day She said "[G]Ride with your brindled hound at [C]heel and your [G]good grey hawk in [Em7]hand There's [G]none can harm the [D7]knight who's [Em]lain with the [C]Witch of the Westmor[D]land"