Misc Traditional – The Outlandish Knight (Guitar)

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A man there came from the far north lands

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A maiden he did spy

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He swore to take her in his hands

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And she would be his bride

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“Go fetch for me your father’s gold

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Some of your mother’s fee

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Two of the nags from the stable hold

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Where there stand thirty-three”

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She mounted up her milk-white steed

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And he, a dapple-grey

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They rode a mile to the stormy sea

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In the early hours of day

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“Doff off, doff off, thy silken things

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Deliver them to me

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They are too rich and set with rings

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To rot in salty sea”

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“Light off, light off and turn this way

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Reveal yourself to me

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I have here drowned six pretty maids

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And you will the seventh be”

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She said, “Doff off my silken things?

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First turn your back on me

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It is not right a ruffian king

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A naked woman should see

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Go fetch the sickle, the nettles crop

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They grow too near the brim

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And they may tangle my golden locks

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Or freckle my milk-white skin”

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And so he turned himself around

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Surveyed the land so green

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She caught him square, his neck she crowned

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And threw him into the stream

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“Lie there, lie there, and hold the tides

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Lie down for the love of me

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You’ve drowned yourself for six sweet brides

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I’ll not the seventh be”

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She mounted up her horse so fine

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And took the mare of grey

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She rode herself the country mile

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And stowed them safe away

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The parrot stood at his high window

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“What ails? What ails? Young maid

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Your face is bathed with the afterglow

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The longest time you stayed”

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“Oh, hold your tongue, my bird so bold

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The king will hear of thee

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Your cage I will make of the beaten gold 

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And hang in the willow tree”