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Version 1

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T:The Over-Courteous Knight
C:Trad
Z:Webmaster
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P:verse
G2 G | G2 D | F2 G | A3 | A3/2 B/2 c | d2 f | e3/2 d/2 c | B3 |
w:Yon-der comes a cour-teous knight Lus-t-ily ra-king ov-er the hay.
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w: He was well 'ware of a bon-ny lass As she came wan-de-ring ov-er the way
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w:Then she sang Down a down, hey down de-rry_
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w:Then she sang Down a down, hey down de-rry_
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W:Yonder comes a courteous knight Lustily raking over the hay. 
W:He was well 'ware of a bonny lass As she came wandering over the way: 
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W:(chorus)
W:Then she sang Down a down, hey down derry,  
W:Then she sang Down a down, hey down derry. 
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W:Jove speed you, fair lady, he said, Amongst the leaves that be so green: 
W:If I were a king, and wore a crown, Full soon, fair lady should thou be a queen! 
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W:3
W:Also, Jove save you, fair lady, Among the roses that be so red: 
W:If I have not my will of you, Full soon, fair lady, shall I be dead! 
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W:4
W:Then he looked east, then he looked west, He looked north, so did he south: 
W:He could not find a privy place,  For all lay in the devil's mouth. 
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W:5
W:If you will carry me gentle sir,   A maid unto my father's hall, 
W:Then you shall have your will of me  Under purple and under pall. 
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W:6
W:He set her upon a steed, And himself upon another, 
W:And all the day he rode by her As though they had been sister and brother. 
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W:7
W:When she came to her father's hall  It was well walled round about,  
W:She rode in at the wicker-gate  And shut the four-eared fool without. 
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W:8
W:You had me, quoth she, abroad in the field Among the corn, amidst the hay, 
W:Where you might had your will of me - For, in good faith, sir, I ne'er said nay! 
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W:9
W:You had me also amid the field  Among the rushes that were so brown,  
W:Where you might had your will of me -  But you had not the face to lay me down! 
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W:10
W:He pulled out his nut-brown sword  And wiped the rust off with his sleeve,  
W:And said: Jove's curse come to his heart  That any woman would believe! 
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W:11
W:When you have your own true-love A mile or twain out of the town, 
W:Spare not for her gay clothing - But lay her body flat on the ground!

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