G5 C5 G5 E5 Pale was the wounded knight that bore the rowan shield G5 D5 E5 C5 D5 Loud and cruel were the raven's cries that feasted on the field G5 C5 G5 E5 Saying beck water cold and clear will never clean your wound G5 D5 E5 C5 D5 There's none but the witch of the Westmorland can make thee hale and sound G5 C5 G5 E5 So turn, turn your stallion's head til his red mane flies in the wind G5 D5 E5 C5 D5 And the rider of the moon goes by and the bright star falls behind G5 C5 G5 E5 And clear was the paley moon when his shadow passed him by G5 D5 E5 C5 D5 Below the hills were the brightest stars when he heard the owlet cry G5 C5 G5 E5 Saying "Why do you ride this way, and wherefore came you here?" G5 D5 E5 C5 D5 "I seek the Witch of the Westmorland who dwells by the winding mere" G5 C5 G5 E5 And it's weary by the Ullswater and the misty brake fern way G5 D5 E5 C5 D5 Til through the cleft of the Kirkstone Pass the winding water lay G5 C5 G5 E5 He said "Lie down, my brindled hound, and rest ye, my good grey hawk" G5 D5 E5 C5 D5 And thee, my steed, may graze thy fill for I must dismount and walk G5 C5 G5 E5 But come when you hear my horn and answer swift the call G5 D5 E5 C5 D5 For I fear ere the sun will rise this morn ye will serve me best of all." G5 C5 G5 E5 And it's down to the water's brim he's born the rowan shield G5 D5 E5 C5 D5 And the goldenrod he has cast in to see what the lake might yield G5 C5 G5 E5 And wet rose she from the lake, and fast and fleet went she G5 D5 E5 C5 D5 One half the form of a maiden fair with a jet black mare's body G5 C5 G5 E5 And loud, long and shrill he blew til his steed was by his side G5 D5 E5 C5 D5 High overhead the grey hawk flew and swiftly he did ride G5 C5 G5 E5 Say "Course well, my brindled hound, and fetch me the jet black mare G5 D5 E5 C5 D5 Stoop and strike, my good grey hawk, and bring me the maiden fair." G5 C5 G5 E5 She said "Pray, sheathe thy silvery sword. Lay down thy rowan shield G5 D5 E5 C5 D5 For I see by the briny blood that flows you've been wounded in the field" G5 C5 G5 E5 And she stood in a gown of velvet blue, bound round with a silver chain G5 D5 E5 C5 D5 and she's kissed his pale lips one and twice and three times round again G5 C5 G5 E5 And she's bound his wounds with the goldenrod, full fast in her arms he lay G5 D5 E5 C5 D5 and he has risen hale and sound with the sun high in the day G5 C5 G5 E5 She said "Ride with your brindled hound at heel and your good grey hawk in hand G5 D5 E5 C5 D5 There's none can harm the knight who's lain with the Witch of the Westmorland"
