Misc Traditional – The Wife Of Ushers Well (Guitar)

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Wife of Usher’s Well Traditional
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There was a woman and she lived alone

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And babies, she had three

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She sent them away to the North Countrie

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To learn their grammarie

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They'd not been gone but a very short time

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Scarcely six weeks to the day

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When death, cold death, spread through the land

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And swept them babes away

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She prayed to the Lord in Heaven above

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Wearing a starry crown:

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Oh send to me my three little babes

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Tonight or in the morning soon

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It was very close to Christmas time

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The night was long and cold

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And the very next morning, at the break of day

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Them babies come a-running home

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She set the table for them to eat

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Upon it spread both bread and wine:

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Come eat, come drink, my three little babes

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Come eat, come drink of mine

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Oh mother, we cannot eat your bread

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Neither can we drink your wine

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For the morrow morning at the break of day

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Our Saviour we must rejoin

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She made the bed in the back-a-most room

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Upon it laid a golden sheet

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Upon the top a golden spread

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For to help them babes asleep

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Rise up, rise up – said the eldest one

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Rise up, rise up – said he

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For tomorrow morn, at the break of day

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Our Saviour must we see

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Cold clods of clay roll o'er our heads

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Green grass grows on our feet

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And our sweet tears, my mother dear

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Will wet our winding sheet