Bellowhead - The outlandish knight
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LGady MargareEmt she sits in Gher bower sewEming
Ma-Cba and the lilD7ly bGa
When Cshe saw the knD7ight with his hoGrn a-blowEming
On thEme very firsGt morning of MEmay
Oh IG wish that EmI had that horGn I hear blowEming
Ma-Cba and the lilD7ly bGa
And Cthat young knD7ight to sleGep here on my brEmeast
On tEmhe very firsGt morning of EmMay.
Now tGhe lady sheEm had these worGds scarce spoEmke
Ma-Cba and a lilD7ly bGa
When Cin at her windD7ow the knight coGme a jumpEming
On tEmhe very firGst morning of MEmay
Oh sGtrange it Emis, oh straGnge young wEmoman
Ma-Cba and the liD7lly Gba
I caCn scarce blow my D7horn since I hear yoGu a-calliEmng
On theEm very first mGorning of MEmay
Go fetGch you goEmld from youGr father’s Emtable
DelivCer it unD7to mGe
And Cthe fastest hoD7rses in your faGther’s Emstable
WheEmre there satG thirty and tEmhree
So Ghe’s mounEmted him on theG black black Emhorse
And Cshe’s rode the dD7applGe grey
And Cthey rode tiD7l they came to the brGoad sea-sEmhore
JustEm three hoursG before it wasEm day
Lie Gdown, lie dEmown off yoGur horse he sEmays
And dCeliver it up D7to mGe
For Cit’s sixD7 pretty maids I haGve drowneEmd here
AndEm the seventhG one you shallEm be
TakeG off, take Emoff all youGr clothes he Emsaid
AndC deliver them uD7nto Gme
CFor they aD7re far too fine and Gcostly roEmbes
ForEm to rot in thGe salt of theEm sea
Lie Gdown, lieEm down off youGr horse she sEmaid
And tCurn your back uD7nto Gme
CFor it’s D7not fitting tGhat any gEmentleman
EmA naked lGady should Emsee
So hGe’s lightEmed him down offG his horse soEm high
And Che’s turned D7ontoG she
And Cshe’s catchedD7 around the midGdle so sEmmall
EmAnd she’s tumbleGd him all down in thEme sea
SomeGtimes heEm sank, somGetimes he sEmwam
And iCt’s ma-ba and the D7lillGy ba
COh help, oh hD7elp me pretGty mistreEmss
EmOr drownedG I shallEm be
Lie Gthere lie tEmhere oh youG false young Emman
Lie Cthere instead D7of mGe
For iCt’s six prettyD7 maids you Ghave drownedEm there
And Emthe seventh onGe has drowned tEmhee
So sheG’s mounteEmd her on theG black black Emhorse
And Cshe’s led the dD7applGe grey
And sChe rode til sD7he came to herG father’s Emhouse
An Emhour beforGe it was dEmay
A pGarrot sittiEmng up at herG window sEmide
It??C?s ma-ba and the lD7illyG ba
Oh whCere have yoD7u been my Gpretty mistrEmess
AEmn hour beforGe it is Emday
DonG’t you prattEmle don’t you prattGle my preEmtty polly
Don?C??t you tell the taleD7s onG me
And yoCur cage shall bD7e made of the bestG glittering Emgold
EmAnd your percGh of the best Emivory
ButG her father siEmtting up at hiGs window Emside
On hCearing the parrot he D7did Gsay
OhC what is thD7e matter myG pretty poEmlly
EmThat you cry Gso long before dEmay?
OhG there comEme a cat to mGy window Emside
And Cit’s ma-ba and the D7lillGy ba
AnCd I was calD7ling my Gpretty mistrEmess
EmJust to frighten that Gpussy cat aEmway