Steeleye Span – Lord Gregory (Guitar)

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I am a King's daughter, come straight from Cappoquin

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In search of Lord Gregory, may god, I'll find him

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The rain beats at my yellow locks, the dew wets me still

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The babe is cold in my arms, love, Lord Gregory let me in

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The rain rains on my good clothing, the dew stands on my chin

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The babe is cold in my arms, love, Lord Gregory let me in

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Do you remember, love Gregory, that night in Cappoquin?

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We exchanged handkerchiefs and sore against my will

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For yours it was fine linen, love, and mine but course cloth

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Yours, it cost a guinea, love, and mine but one groat

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Do you remember, love Gregory, as we sat at the wine?

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We exchanged rings, and aye the best was thine

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For yours it was the purest gold and mine but false tin

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Yours, it cost a guinea, love, but aye, 'twas false within

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Do you remember, love Gregory, that night in my father's hall?

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You stole away my maidenhead, and that's the worst of all

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Lord Gregory is not here and he henceforth can't be seen

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For he's gone to bonny Scotland to bring home his new queen

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Lord Gregory is not here and he lately has gone

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He's gone to bonny Scotland to bring his new bride home

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So leave now these windows and likewise this hall

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For it's deep in the sea you will find your downfall

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She's took her young son in her arms, turned from that cold hall

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Saying, "Deep in the sea we will find our downfall"