Caroline Herring - Fair and tender ladies

You write about a ^Cplace so ^Gdear, in ^Dall its good and ^Gevil A loving cup, an ^Caching ^Gscar, you ^Dneed no thread and ^Gneedle To ^Csew your name in^Gto your clothes or ^Amhem a ragged ^Dline All ^Gmuscular and ^Clumi^Gnous, oh, ^Dhero^Cine of ^Gmine

^CLa^Gdies Oh, ^Dla^Gdies My ^Cla^Gdies My ^Dfair and tender ^Cla^Gdies D F-C-G My fair and tender ladies

You raised yourself from ^Cmud and ^Gspit and ^Dopened up your ^Geyes Stretching out your ^Cgraceful ^Glimbs, from ^Dheart and soul on ^Gfire From ^Csidewalks and ^Ghandlebars, ^Amsummer sun and ^Devening stars And ^Gunincorpo^Crated ^Gstreets, oh, ^Dheroine I ^Clong to ^Gmeet

^CLa^Gdies Oh, ^Dla^Gdies My ^Cla^Gdies My ^Dfair and tender ^Cla^Gdies D F-C-G My fair and tender ladies Em C Em C Am C A D G C G D G C G D F-C-G La-dies, la-dies, la-dies, la-a-dies

You set aside your ^Ctrays and ^Gflowers, ^Dlike a ball and ^Gchain You understood a ^Ctime and ^Gplace u^Dpon which you pro^Gclaimed Your ^Cskirt was not to ^Ghide behind, your ^Amwomanhood, no ^Dalibi You ^Gwould not live so ^Cman could ^Gdie, oh, ^Dwhite-gloved hero^Cine of ^Gmine

^CLa^Gdies Oh, ^Dla^Gdies My ^Cla^Gdies My ^Dfair and tender ^Cla^Gdies D F-C-G My fair and tender ladies My ^Dfair and tender ^Cla^Gdies D F-C-G My fair and tender ladies