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Tuning: E A D G B E
[Verse 1]
BmWell time she did F#mas time she does SGhe passed along herF#m way And daBmwn she crept like a F#mfrightened girl GOut from the night F#mtime’s sway BmBut in the merry mF#month of May GA solemn fact does F#mlurk BmFor Spring it spraF#mng as Spring it does And pAut the bees to wA7ork
Bm F#m G F#m [Verse 2]
BmAnd work they mustF#m and work they shall GFor all the thingF#ms to grow BmFor if they don’t F#mas time she knows They’Gd wither on the bF#mough BmAnd what a shame sF#much things would be No wGondrous wine for F#myou and me BmNo cider too, nor F#mmead nor soup For Aus to all make A7merry
[Verse 3]
So roBmt, ferment and decoF#mmpose So Gall the things caF#mn grow OrBm wallow in a drinklF#mess world AndG wither on the boF#mugh Oh whaBmt a dusty burden that nectar anF#md that pollen GLike Atlas with tF#mhe heavens nn the back of his head And wBmhat if they should falter and sF#mhrug their little shoulders? Well tAime she’d pass all the sA7ame