The Outlandish Knight Bellowhead
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L[C]ady Margare[Dm]t she sits in [C]her bower sew[Dm]ing
Ma-[F]ba and the lil[G7]ly b[C]a
When [F]she saw the kn[G7]ight with his ho[C]rn a-blow[Am]ing
On th[Dm]e very firs[C]t morning of M[Dm]ay
Oh I[C] wish that [Dm]I had that hor[C]n I hear blow[Dm]ing
Ma-[F]ba and the lil[G7]ly b[C]a
And [F]that young kn[G7]ight to sle[C]ep here on my br[Am]east
On t[Dm]he very firs[C]t morning of [Dm]May.
Now t[C]he lady she[Dm] had these wor[C]ds scarce spo[Dm]ke
Ma-[F]ba and a lil[G7]ly b[C]a
When [F]in at her wind[G7]ow the knight co[C]me a jump[Am]ing
On t[Dm]he very fir[C]st morning of M[Dm]ay
Oh s[C]trange it [Dm]is, oh stra[C]nge young w[Dm]oman
Ma-[F]ba and the li[G7]lly [C]ba
I ca[F]n scarce blow my [G7]horn since I hear yo[C]u a-calli[Am]ng
On the[Dm] very first m[C]orning of M[Dm]ay
Go fet[C]ch you go[Dm]ld from you[C]r father’s ta[Dm]ble
Deliv[F]er it un[G7]to m[C]e
And [F]the fastest ho[G7]rses in your fa[C]ther’s st[Am]able
Whe[Dm]re there sat[C] thirty and t[Dm]hree
So [C]he’s mounte[Dm]d him on the b[C]lack black ho[Dm]rse
And [F]she’s rode the dap[G7]ple [C]grey
And [F]they rode ti[G7]l they came to the br[C]oad sea-s[Am]hore
Just[Dm] three hours[C] before it was[Dm] day
Lie [C]down, lie d[Dm]own off yo[C]ur horse he s[Dm]ays
And d[F]eliver it up [G7]to m[C]e
For [F]it’s six p[G7]retty maids I have[C] drowned [Am]here
And[Dm] the seventh[C] one you shall[Dm] be
Take[C] off, take [Dm]off all you[C]r clothes he [Dm]said
And[F] deliver them u[G7]nto [C]me
[F]For they a[G7]re far too fine and [C]costly ro[Am]bes
For[Dm] to rot in th[C]e salt of the[Dm] sea
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Lie [C]down, lie[Dm] down off you[C]r horse she s[Dm]aid
And t[F]urn your back u[G7]nto [C]me
[F]For it’s no[G7]t fitting tha[C]t any gen[Am]tleman
[Dm]A naked l[C]ady should [Dm]see
So h[C]e’s lighted[Dm] him down off h[C]is horse so h[Dm]igh
And [F]he’s turned on[G7]to s[C]he
And [F]she’s catched a[G7]round the middl[C]e so sma[Am]ll
[Dm]And she’s tumbled [C]him all down in the [Dm]sea
Some[C]times he[Dm] sank, som[C]etimes he s[Dm]wam
And i[F]t’s ma-ba and the li[G7]lly [C]ba
[F]Oh help, oh h[G7]elp me pret[C]ty mistre[Am]ss
[Dm]Or drowned[C] I shall[Dm] be
Lie [C]there lie t[Dm]here oh you[C] false young [Dm]man
Lie [F]there instead [G7]of m[C]e
For i[F]t’s six pretty m[G7]aids you ha[C]ve drowned t[Am]here
And [Dm]the seventh on[C]e has drowned t[Dm]hee
So she[C]’s mounted [Dm]her on the b[C]lack black ho[Dm]rse
And [F]she’s led the dap[G7]ple [C]grey
And s[F]he rode til s[G7]he came to her[C] father’s ho[Am]use
An [Dm]hour befor[C]e it was d[Dm]ay
A p[C]arrot sitti[Dm]ng up at her[C] window s[Dm]ide
It’s[F] ma-ba and the lil[G7]ly b[C]a
Oh wh[F]ere have yo[G7]u been my [C]pretty mistr[Am]ess
A[Dm]n hour befor[C]e it is [Dm]day
Don[C]’t you prattle[Dm] don’t you prattle m[C]y pretty [Dm]polly
Don’[F]t you tell the tales [G7]on m[C]e
And yo[F]ur cage shall b[G7]e made of the best[C] glittering [Am]gold
[Dm]And your perc[C]h of the best [Dm]ivory
But[C] her father si[Dm]tting up at hi[C]s window [Dm]side
On h[F]earing the parrot he [G7]did [C]say
Oh[F] what is th[G7]e matter my[C] pretty po[Am]lly
[Dm]That you cry [C]so long before d[Dm]ay?
Oh[C] there com[Dm]e a cat to m[C]y window [Dm]side
And [F]it’s ma-ba and the li[G7]lly [C]ba
An[F]d I was cal[G7]ling my [C]pretty mistr[Am]ess
[Dm]Just to frighten that [C]pussy cat a[Dm]way
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