Intro: F#m
 
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There was a lady and a lady gay,  
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Of children she had three,  
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She sent them away to the North Country  
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To learn their grammar-ee 

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They had not been there very long, 
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Scarcely six months and a day, 
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When death, cold death, come-a hasting along 
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And he stole those babes away. 

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She prayed to the lord that was in Heaven 
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"Who airs a golden crown?  
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prayer send to me, my three little babes 
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tonight or the morning soon." 

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It was just about old christmas time  
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Then I speak cold and clear 
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She looked and she saw, her three little babes 
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come running home to her 

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She sat a table both long and wide. 
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on it put bread and wine. 
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"Come eat, come drink, my three little babes. 
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Come eat, come drink of mine." 

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"We want none of your bread, mother, 
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Neither do we want your wine, 
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For yonder stands our savior deer, 
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To his will we must resign." 

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"Green grass grows over our heads, mother, 
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Cold clay is under our feet, 
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And every tear you shed for us, 
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It wets our winding-sheet."