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[Intro] Bm A F#m [Verse]
All Bmthings are quite Esilent, each mortal at Bmrest When me and my F#mtrue Elove lay F#msnug in one nest When a Ebold set of Druffians broke Einto our Dcave And they Bmforced my dear Ejewel to plough the salt Bmwave A F#m
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I begged Bmhard for my Edarling, as I would for my Bmlife But they'd not listen F#mto Eme, alF#mthough a fond wife Saying, the Eking must have Dsailors, to the Eseas he must Dgo And they Bmleft me laEmenting in sorrow and Bmwoe A F#m Bm A F#m
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Through Bmgreen fields and Emeadows, we oft times have Bmwalked And the fond recolF#mlectEions, toF#mgether have talked Where the Elark and the Dblackbird so Esweetly did Dsing And the Bmlovely thrushes' Evoices made the valleys to Bmring A F#m
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Now alBmthough I'm forEsaken, I won't be cast Bmdown Who knows but my F#mtrue Elove, some F#mday may return And will Emake me aDmends for my Etrouble and Dstrife And Bmme and my Etrue love might live happy for Bmlife A F#