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The Witch of the Westmorland

Archie Fisher's song, "The Witch of the Westmorland," performed by Jesse Ferguson, the Bard of Cornwall. Chords and lyrics below. Support this channel on Patreon:   / jessefergusonmusic   Jesse on Apple Music:   / jesse-ferguson   Jesse on YouTube Music:    / jesse ferguson - topic   Jesse on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/5heCd... Jesse on Amazon Music: https://www.amazon.com/Shanties-Whali... Jesse's Website: http://www.jessefergusonmusic.com Jesse's Facebook:   / bardofcornwall   The Witch of the Westmorlands (Archie Fisher, arrang. J. Ferguson, 2020) Capo @ 2 V1. D G Pale was the wounded knight, D G that bore the rowan shield. D G Loud and cruel were the raven's cries G A that feasted on the field. V2. Saying, "Beck water cold and clear will never cleanse your wound. There's none but the witch of the Westmorland can make thee hale and soond." V3. So turn, turn your stallion's head 'til his red mane flies in the wind and the rider of the moon goes by and the bright star falls behind. V4. And clear was the paley moon when his shadow passed him by. Below the hills were the brightest stars when he heard the owlet cry. V5. Saying, "Why do you ride this way, and wherefore came you here?" "I seek the Witch of the Westmorland that dwells by the winding mere." V6. And it's weary by the Ullswater and the misty brake fern way 'til through the cleft in the Kirkstane Pass the winding water lay. V7. He said, "Lie down, my brindled hound and rest ye, my good grey hawk, and thee, my steed may graze thy fill for I must dismount and walk. V8. “But come when you hear my horn and answer swift the call, for I fear ere the sun will rise this morn ye will serve me best of all." V9. And it's down to the water's brim he's bore the rowan shield, and the goldenrod he has cast in to see what the lake might yield. V10. And wet she rose from the lake, and fast and fleet went she: one half the form of a maiden fair with a jet black mare's body. V11. And loud, long and shrill he blew 'til his steed was by his side. High overhead the grey hawk flew and swiftly did he ride. V12. Saying, "Course well, my brindled hound, and fetch me the jet black mare. Swoop and strike, my good grey hawk, and bring me the maiden fair." V13. She said, "Pray, sheathe thy silvery sword. Lay down thy rowan shield, for I see by the briny blood that flows you've been wounded in the field." V14. And she stood in a gown of the velvet blue, bound round with a silver chain, and she's kissed his pale lips once and twice and three times round again.” V14. And she's bound his wounds with the goldenrod, full fast in her arms he lay. And he has risen hale and sound with the sun high in the day. V15. She said, "Ride with your brindled hound at heel, and your good grey hawk in hand. For there's none can harm the knight who's lain with the Witch of the Westmorland."