The Witch of the Westmorland — Stan Rogers
Chords and lyrics for The Witch of the Westmorland by Stan Rogers (key of G).
Intro
[G] [C] [G] [C] [G] [Em] [C] [D]
Verse 1
[G]Pale was the wounded[C] knight that [G]bore the rowan [Em7]shield
[G]Loud and cruel were the[D7] raven's [Em]cries that [C]feasted on the field[D]
Saying [G]beck water cold and [C]clear will [G]never clean your [Em7]wound
There's [G]none but the witch of the [D7][Em]Westmorland can[C] make thee hale and [D]sound
So [G]turn, turn your stallion's [C]head til his [G]red mane flies in the [Em7]wind
And the [G]rider of the [D7]moon goes [Em]by and the [C]bright star falls [D]behind
Verse 2
And [G]clear was the paley [C]moon when his [G]shadow passed him [Em7]by
[G]Below the hills were the [D7]brightest [Em]stars when he [C]heard the owlet [D]cry
Saying [G]"Why do you ride this [C]way, and [G]wherefore came you [Em7]here?"
"I [G]seek the Witch of the [D7][Em]Westmorland who [C]dwells by the winding [D]mere"
And it's [G]weary by the [C]Ullswater and the [G]misty brake fern [Em7]way
Til [G]through the cleft of the [D7]Kirkstone [Em]Pass the [C]winding water [D]lay
Verse 3
He said [G]"Lie down, my brindled [C]hound, and [G]rest ye, my good grey [Em7]hawk"
And [G]thee, my steed, may [D7]graze thy [Em]fill for I [C]must dismount and [D]walk
But [G]come when you hear my [C]horn and [G]answer swift the [Em7]call
For I [G]fear the sun will [D7]rise this [Em]morn ye will [C]serve me best of [D]all."
And it's [G]down to the water's [C]brim he's [G]born the rowan [Em7]shield
And the [G]goldenrod he [D7]has cast [Em]in to [C]see what the lake might [D]yield
Verse 4
And [G]wet rose she from the [C]lake, and [G]fast and fleet went [Em7]she
One [G]half the form of a [D7]maiden [Em]fair with a [C]jet black mare's [D]body
And [G]loud, long and shrill he [C]blew til his [G]steed was by his [Em7]side High
[G]overhead the [D7]grey hawk [Em]flew and [C]swiftly he did [D]ride
Say [G]"Course well, my brindled [C]hound, and [G]fetch me the jet black [Em7]mare
[G]Stoop and strike, my [D7]good grey [Em]hawk, and [C]bring me the maiden [D]fair."
Bridge
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Verse 5
She said [G]"Pray, sheathe thy silvery [C]sword. Lay [G]down thy rowan [Em7]shield
For I [G]see by the briny [D7]blood that [Em]flows you've been [C]wounded in the [D]field"
And she [G]stood in a gown of velvet [C]blue, bound [G]round with a silver [Em7]chain
and she's [G]kissed his pale lips [D7]once and [Em]twice and [C]three times round [D]again
And she's [G]bound his wounds with the [C]goldenrod, full [G]fast in her arms he [Em7]lay
and [G]he has risen [D7]hale and [Em]sound with the [C]sun high in the [D]day
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She said [G]"Ride with your brindled hound at [C]heel and your [G]good grey hawk in
[Em7]hand
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There's [G]none can harm the [D7]knight who's [Em]lain with the [C]Witch of the
[D]Westmorland"
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