^AmA man there came from the ^Ffar north lands A ^Dmmaiden he did ^Amspy He ^Amswore to take her ^Fin his hands And ^Dmshe would be his ^Ambride “Go ^Amfetch for me your ^Ffather’s gold Some ^Dmof your mother’s ^Amfee ^AmTwo of the nags from the ^Fstable hold Where ^Dmthere stand thirty-^Amthree”

^AmShe mounted up her ^Fmilk-white steed And ^Dmhe, a dapple-^Amgrey They ^Amrode a mile to the ^Fstormy sea In the ^Dmearly hours of ^Amday ^Am“Doff off, doff off, thy ^Fsilken things De^Dmliver them to ^Amme ^AmThey are too rich and ^Fset with rings To ^Dmrot in salty ^Amsea” “Light ^Goff, light off and turn this way ^GReveal yourself to me I ^Amhave here drowned ^Fsix pretty maids And ^Dmyou will the seventh ^Ambe”

^AmShe said, “Doff off my ^Fsilken things? First ^Dmturn your back on ^Amme ^AmIt is not right a ^Fruffian king A ^Dmnaked woman should ^Amsee ^AmGo fetch the sickle, the ^Fnettles crop They ^Dmgrow too near the ^Ambrim ^AmAnd they may tangle my ^Fgolden locks Or ^Dmfreckle my milk-white ^Amskin”

^AmAnd so he turned hims^Felf around Sur^Dmveyed the land so ^Amgreen ^AmShe caught him square, his ^Fneck she crowned And ^Dmthrew him into the ^Amstream “Lie ^Gthere, lie there, and hold the tides ^GLie down for the love of me You’ve ^Amdrowned yourself for ^Fsix sweet brides I’ll ^Dmnot the seventh ^Ambe”

^AmShe mounted up her ^Fhorse so fine And ^Dmtook the mare of ^Amgrey ^AmShe rode herself the ^Fcountry mile And ^Dmstowed them safe a^Amway ^AmThe parrot stood at his ^Fhigh window “What ^Dmails? What ails? Young ^Ammaid ^AmYour face is bathed with the ^Fafterglow The ^Dmlongest time you ^Amstayed” ^G“Oh, hold your tongue, my bird so bold ^GThe king will hear of thee ^AmYour cage I will make of the ^Fbeaten gold And ^Dmhang in the willow ^Amtree”