Stan Rogers - The witch of westmorland
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From: dmerrett@fox.nstn.ns.ca (Doug Merrett)
Subject: Stan Rogers - Witch of the Westmorland
This song was actually written by Archie Fisher, as I believe was Giant.
Doug Merrett
The Witch of the Westmorland
Archie Fisher
FPale was the woundedF knight that Fbore the rowan sAm7hield
FLoud and cruel were theG7 raven's Amcries that fFeasted on the fieldG
Saying bFeck water cold and Fclear will Fnever clean your wAm7ound
There's Fnone but the witch of the G7WestmorlAmand canF make thee hale and Gsound
So Fturn, turn your stallion's Fhead til his rFed mane flies in the wAm7ind
And the Frider of the G7moon goes Amby and the bFright star falls beGhind
And cFlear was the paley Fmoon when his sFhadow passed him bAm7y
BelFow the hills were the brG7ightest Amstars when he hFeard the owlet cGry
Saying &Fquot;Why do you ride Fthis way,F and wherefore came yoAm7u here?"
&quoFt;I seek the Witch ofG7 the WestAmmorlandF who dwells by the winGding mere"
And it's Fweary by the UllswaFter and the Fmisty brake fern wAm7ay
Til Fthrough the cleft of the G7Kirkstone AmPass the Fwinding water lGay
He said &Fquot;Lie down, my brinFdled hound,F and rest ye, my good Am7grey hawk"
And Fthee, my steed, may gG7raze thy Amfill for I Fmust dismount and Gwalk
But Fcome when you hear my Fhorn and Fanswer swift the cAm7all
For I Ffear ere the sun will G7rise this Ammorn ye will Fserve me best of Gall."
And it's Fdown to the water's Fbrim he's Fborn the rowan Am7shield
And the Fgoldenrod he G7has cast Amin to Fsee what the lake might Gyield
And Fwet rose she from the Flake, and Ffast and fleet went Am7she
One haFlf the form of a G7maiden Amfair with a jFet black mare's bodGy
And Floud, long and shrill he Fblew til his Fsteed was by his Am7side
High Foverhead the G7grey hawk Amflew and Fswiftly he did Gride
Say F"Course well, my brinFdled hound,F and fetch me the jet bAm7lack mare
FStoop and strike, my G7good grey Amhawk, and Fbring me the maiden Gfair."
She said &Fquot;Pray, sheathe thy silFvery sword. FLay down thy rowaAm7n shield
For I Fsee by the briny G7blood that Amflows you've been Fwounded in the Gfield"
And she Fstood in a gown of velvet Fblue, bound Fround with a silver Am7chain
and she's Fkissed his pale lips G7one and Amtwice and Fthree times round Gagain
And she's Fbound his wounds with the goldenFrod, full Ffast in her arms he Am7lay
and Fhe has risen G7hale and Amsound with the Fsun high in the Gday
She said &Fquot;Ride with your brindled hounFd at heel and Fyour good grey hawAm7k in hand
There's Fnone can harm the G7knight who's Amlain with the FWitch of the WestmorGland"