The Witch Of The Westmorland by Stan Rogers From: Barrie McCombs THE WITCH OF THE WESTMORLAND Time: 2/4 Tenor: C Bass: C - Archie Fisher, 198? - Record: Stan Rogers, Between The Breaks 1 * * 4 * 1 * 6m7 * Pale was the wounded knight___ that bore the rowan shield 1 * 57 6m 4 * 5 * Loud and cruel were the raven's cries that feasted on the field 1 * * 4 * 1 * 6m7 * Saying: beck water, cold and clear___, will never clean your wound 1 * 57 6m 4 * 5 * There's none but the Witch of the Westmor-land can make thee hale and sound 1 * * 4 * 1 * 6m7 * So turn, turn your stallion's head___, till his red mane flies in the wind 1 * 57 6m 4 * 5 * And the rider of the moon goes by and the bright star falls be-hind 1 * * 4 * 1 * 6m7 * And clear was the paley moon___, when his shadow passed him by 1 * 57 6m 4 * 5 * Be-low the hills were the brightest stars when he heard the owlet cry 1 * * 4 * 1 * 6m7 * Saying: Why do you ride this way___, and wherefore came you here 1 * 57 6m 4 * 5 * I seek the Witch of the Westmor-land, who dwells by the winding mere 1 * * 4 * 1 * 6m7 * And it's weary by the Ulls-water___ and the misty brake fern way 1 * 57 6m 4 * 5 * Till through the cleft of the Kirkstane Pass, the winding water lay 1 * * 4 * 1 * 6m7 * He said: Lie down, my brindled hound___, and rest ye, my good grey hawk 1 * 57 6m 4 * 5 * And thee, my steed, may graze thy fill, for I must dis-mount and walk 1 * * 4 * 1 * 6m7 * But come when you hear my horn___, and answer swift the call 1 * 57 6m 4 * 5 * For I fear ere the sun will rise this morn ye will serve me best of all 1 * * 4 * 1 * 6m7 * And it's down to the water's brim___, he's born the rowan shield 1 * 57 6m 4 * 5 * And the golden-rod he has cast in, to see what the lake might yield 1 * * 4 * 1 * 6m7 * And wet rose she from the lake___, and fast and fleet went she 1 * 57 6m 4 * 5 * One half the form of a maiden fair with a jet black mare's bo-dy CONTINUED ON PAGE TWO NOTES: - Timing: 2/4 avoids original mixed time (4/4 & 2/4) - Rogers: Tuning: DADGAG, Play G (capo 5 = C) THE WITCH OF THE WESTMORLAND PAGE TWO 1 * * 4 * 1 * 6m7 * And loud, long and shrill he blew___ till his steed was by his side 1 * 57 6m 4 * 5 * High over-head the grey hawk flew and swiftly he did ride 1 * * 4 * 1 * 6m7 * Saying: Course well, my brindled hound___, and fetch me the jet black mare 1 * 57 6m 4 * 5 * Stoop and strike, my good grey hawk, and bring me the maiden fair 1 * * 4 * 1 * 6m7 * She said: Pray, sheathe thy silvery sword___. Lay down thy rowan shield 1 * 57 6m 4 * 5 * For I see by the briny blood that flows, you've been wounded in the field 1 * * 4 * 1 * 6m7 * And she stood in a gown of velvet blue___, bound round with a silver chain 1 * 57 6m 4 * 5 * And she's kissed his pale lips one and twice, and three times round a-gain 1 * * 4 * 1 * 6m7 * And she's bound his wounds with the golden-rod___, full fast in her arms he lay 1 * 57 6m 4 * 5 * and he has risen hale and sound with the sun high in the day 1 * * 4 * 1 * 6m7 * She said: Ride with your brindled hound at heel__, and your good grey hawk in hand 1 * 57 6m 4 * 5 * (1) There's none can harm the knight who's lain with the Witch of the Westmor-land__ SYMBOLS: - Asterisk (*) = new measure, play same chord - Period (.) = 1/8 note rest at start of a measure - Underline(_) = sustain note into next measure CHORDS (Number System): - Example: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 - Key of C: C D E F G A B - Detailed description: /pub/guitar/other_stuff/numbering_system.txt - Submitted by: Barrie McCombs (bmccombs@acs.ucalgary.ca) www.TAB6.com