Tonart: B minor
Verse 1
F#m
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D
F#m
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D
F#m
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F#m
The Weaver
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D
F#m
The weaver came on Monday
D
F#m
Left a bowl of porridge
E
to tempt me down to sup
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A
But I wouldn't eat it, I wouldn't eat it,
C#m
F#m
I let it stand all day
C#m
D
When night came,
F#m
E
swirled the porridge away
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E
F#m
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D
F#m
E
D
F#m
A cobbler came on Tuesday,
E
with hands as rough as toads
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F#m
Left behind an iron -shot claw,
E
to help me down the road
D
But I wouldn't done it,
C#m
F#m
my dancing days are through
C#m
D
When night came,
F#m
E
wrecked the clog in
D
F#m
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D
F#m
two
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D
F#m
The lark -man came on Wednesday,
E
he crept from the mist like a thief
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F#m
Left a lark, shut in a cage,
D
A
But I wouldn't heed it, I didn't need it,
C#m
to ease my day along
D
E
When night came, the blackness came,
F#m
E
D
E
F#m
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D
F#m
and put an end to its song
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D
F#m
A butcher came on Thursday,
E
dressed in blue and red and white
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F#m
Left behind a leg of lamb,
D
But I wouldn't touch it,
C#m
F#m
I let that meat alone
C#m
D
E
When night fell, the ravens fell,
F#m
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D
And picked it clean to the
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F#m
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D
F#m
bone.
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D
F#m
A hiker came on Friday,
E
D
He rested for a spell,
F#m
Left behind a loaf of bread,
E
And waved a one farewell.
D
A
But I wouldn't cut it, I wouldn't cut it,
C#m
Food for me is dust.
D
E
When I came, the worms came up,
F#m
E
nuzzled it down to the
D
E
F#m
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D
F#m
crust.
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D
F#m
On Saturday, a pack -horse man
E
came up the stony hill,
D
F#m
Left a roll of Worcester
E
to keep me from the chill.
D
A
But I wouldn't wear it, I wouldn't wear it,
C#m
F#m
the spoils of double theft.
C#m
D
When I came,
F#m
E
D
E
F#m
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D
F#m
soaked it warm and wet.
E
D
F#m
A parson came on Sunday,
E
he squatted down to pray,
F#m
E
to keep the night at bay.
D
A
But I didn't want it, I didn't want it,
C#m
I do not fear the dark.
D
E
When I came, the wind came by,
F#m
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D
snuffed the pewning spark
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E
I am the dam that bursts at midnight,
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A
flooding the town in the valley
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C#m
I am the blade that shines out sharp,
F#m
Bm
E
in the short cut through the alley
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C#m
F#m
I am the bolt from heaven,
D
A
that strikes when the sky is blue
C#m
D
E
You seem to have need of me, my friend,
F#m
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D
But I have no need of you.
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