Seventh Girl

[Intro ]

Verse 
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An outlandish knight came from the north lands 
       A                       D 
And he scarcely could leave me alone 
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And he promised he take me the wide world to see 
       A                     E 
Oh fly home lost ladies, fly home 

              A                                        E 
He said “Come fetch to me some of your father's bright gold 
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Fetch me some of your mother's own fee 
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And come fetch me the best nags from out of your yard 
           A                     E 
Where they stand full thirty and three 
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Where they stand full thirty and three” 

      A                             E 
She's mounted onto her silver-white horse 
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And he's mounted her father's strong grey 
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And they've rode till they've come to the rocky sea shore 
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Three dark hours before it was day 

          A                                E 
“Oh light off, light off your silver-white horse 
      A                   D 
And deliver yourself unto me 
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For six pretty girls have I drowned right here 
        A                          E 
And the seventh girl you now shall be 
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Oh the seventh girl you now shall be” 

      A                              E 
“Pull off, pull off your soft silken gown 
      A                  D 
And deliver it here unto me 
        F#m                                 D 
For the fabric's too fine and too costly by far 
       A                     E 
To let rot in the cold briny sea 

         A                               E 
And pull off, pull off your good holland smock 
      A                  D 
And deliver it here unto me 
       F#m                                       D 
For it seems like a waste to let such clothes be lost 
          A                     E 
While the fishes they nibble at thee 
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While the fishes they nibble at thee” 

      A                                   E 
“Well if I must strip down full naked and bare 
        A                             D 
Cut the thorn that grows there by the brim 
   F#m                                  D 
Or else it might catch in my curly gold hair 
    A                  E 
And tear my glittering skin” 

          A                                      E 
Well he's taken his knife and he's turned to the thorn 
     A                         D 
That grows by the salt water's brim 
       F#m                                      D 
But so speedy she's run and she's pushed him so hard 
           A                           E 
That she's thrown this false young man in 
       F#m        E               A 
To the foam she's fast thrown him in 

     A                                     E 
He's tumbled up high and he's tumbled down low 
          A                     D 
Till he's come to the rocky sea side, 
       F#m                             D 
“Catch hold of my hand, my pretty fair lady 
    A                  E 
And I will make you my bride” 

        A                                   E 
“Oh lie there, lie there, you false hearted man 
          A                     D 
Make your bed in the deep briny blue 
    F#m                                     D 
For six pretty girls have you drowned right here 
        A                        E 
But the seventh girl has drowned you 
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Oh the seventh girl has drowned you”