Tabbed by: Ross Ledsham


 A5  D5            E5
Here her head, she lay
 A5         G5        A5      G5   
Until she'd rise and say : 
      A5         D5     E5
"I'm starved of mirth;
 A5           G5      A5      G5
Let's go and trip a dwarf"

 E5            C5               A5  G5  A5  G5  
Oh, what to be done with her ? 
 E5            C5               Bb5  C5
Oh, what to be done with her ? 

 A5  D5  F5  G5  F5    F5   
Oh ... 

 A5  D5  F5  G5  F5    F5   
Oh ... 

The rest of the verses are the same.