Gordon Bok – The Maiden Hind (Guitar)

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The mother to her son did say

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In the greenwood

    E7               A
The little hind thou shalt not slay

     D                 A
That bears the band of gold

        Bm                E
You may slay the hart and shoot the doe

D           C#m
In the greenwood

        Bm               A
But the little hind thou must let go

     D                 A
That bears the band of gold

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Sir Peter rode in greenwood bound

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In the greenwood

        E7                   A
And the little hind played before his hound

     D                 A
That bears the band of gold

    Bm                      E
The little hind sported its feet before

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In the greenwood

       Bm                      A
And he thought on his mother's words no more

     D                 A
That bears the band of gold

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He spanned his crossbow with hand and knee

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In the greenwood

       E7              A
And he shot the hind beside a tree

     D                 A
That bears the band of gold

    Bm                  E
His gloves from off his hands he drew

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In the greenwood

   Bm                A
To flay the hind without ado

     D                 A
That bears the band of gold

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Her neck he flayed and shining there

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In the greenwood

E7               A
Was his sister's golden hair

     D                 A
That bears the band of gold

Bm                  E
He has found in her bosom cold

D           C#m
In the greenwood

    Bm              A
His little sister's rings of gold

     D                 A
That bears the band of gold

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In her side with sore affright

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In the greenwood

E7               A
He has found her hands so white

     D                 A
That bears the band of gold

    Bm                   E
His hunting-knife to the ground he threw

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In the greenwood

    Bm              A
Now has my mother's tale come true!

     D                 A
That bears the band of gold

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Cold on the river falleth the rime

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In the greenwood

        E7                       A
There's luck for the lad who can take it in time

     D                 A
That bears the band of gold

Bm                   E
Far the crane flieth up in the sky

D           C#m
In the greenwood

Bm                     A
Lucky the lad who from trouble can fly!

     D                 A
That bears the band of gold