Tabbed by: Ross Ledsham Am Dm Em Here her head, she lay Am G Am G Until she'd rise and say : Am Dm Em "I'm starved of mirth; Am G Am G Let's go and trip a dwarf" Em C Am G Am G Oh, what to be done with her ? Em C Bb C Oh, what to be done with her ? Am Dm F G F F Oh ... Am Dm F G F F Oh ... The rest of the verses are the same.
