Linda Thompson - Nine stone rig

They shot him dead at the ^Gnine stone ^Drig, be^Gside the ^Cheadless ^Dcross And they left him lying ^Gin his ^Dblood, u^Gpon the ^Cmoor and the ^Dmoss They buried him at midnight when the ^Cdew fell cold and ^Dstill And the women in grey forgot to pray when ^Cmist clung to the ^Dhill ^{C D}

Oh, gentle wind that's ^Gblowing ^Dsouth, from ^Cwhere my ^Glove re^Dpairs Convey a kiss from his dear mouth and ^Gtell me ^Chow he ^Dfares The ^Gword was carried back to ^Dme as ^Cif by ^Ggod's com^Dmand "Your sweetheart was murdered yesterday by ^Cyour brother's jealous ^Dhand" ^{C D}

No living man I'll love again since ^Cmy darling went through ^Ddeath's do^Cor ^D With one lock of his yellow hair, I'll ^Cchain my heart for^Dever more Oh, ^Gmother dear, please make my bed and lay me down in ^Dsorrow My love, he died for me last night and I'll ^Cdie for him to^Dmorrow

They ^Gshot him dead at the nine stone ^Drig, be^Gside the headless ^Dcross And ^Gleft him lying in his blood, upon the moor and the ^Dmoss