capo 2 

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The elf-knight sits on yonder hill 
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Fine flowers in the valley 
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He blows his horn both loud and shrill 
E      G       D  A 
As the rose is blown 

   E        G        D        A 
He blows it East, he blows it West 
E    G              D  A 
Fine flowers in the valley 
   E        G        D      A 
He blows it where he liketh best 
E      G       D  A 
As the rose is blown 

A     C     G      D 
Lady Isabel sits a-sewing 
A    C               G  D 
Fine flowers in the valley 
          A        C            G      D 
When she heard the elf-knight's horn a-blowing 
A      C       G  D 
As the rose is blown 

 A       C        G      D 
'Would I had that horn a-blowingâ' 
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Fine flowers in the valley 
      A      C             G           D 
'And yon elf-knight for to sleep in my bosomâ' 
A      C       G  D 
As the rose is blown 

A            C         G     D 
Scarcely had she these words spoken 
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Fine flowers in the valley 
     A         C          G            D 
When in at the window the elf-knight's broken 
A      C       G  D 
As the rose is blown 

        E            G            D          A 
'It's a very strange matter, fair maid' said he 
E    G               D  A 
Fine flowers in the valley 
   E              G          D          A 
'I cannot blow my horn, but you call on meâ' 
E      G       D  A 
As the rose is blown 

     E           G      D         A 
'But will you go to the greenwood side'â' 
E    G               D  A 
Fine flowers in the valley 
    E            G        D             A 
'If you will not go, I'll cause you to rideâ' 
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As the rose is blown 

    A           C         G      D 
He leapt on his horse and she on another 
A    C               G  D 
Fine flowers in the valley 
         A       C           G       D 
And they rode on to the greenwood together 
A      C       G  D 
As the rose is blown 

       A           C     G            D 
'Light down, light down, Isabel' said he 
A    C               G  D 
Fine flowers in the valley 
            A          C           G          D 
'For we're come to the place where you are to dieâ' 
A      C       G  D 
As the rose is blown 

      A           C          G           D 
'It's seven kings daughters, here have I slainâ' 
A    C              G  D 
Fine flowers in the valley 
     A         C      G         D 
'And you shall be the eighth of themâ' 
A      C       G  D 
As the rose is blown 

     E      G               D          A 
'Sit down a-while, lay your head on my kneeâ' 
E    G               D  A 
Fine flowers in the valley 
      E      G    D        A 
'That we may rest before I dieâ' 
E      G       D  A 
As the rose is blown 

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She stroked him so fast the nearer he did creep 
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Fine flowers in the valley 
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And with a small charm, she's lulled him to sleep 
E      G       D  A 
As the rose is blown 

A            C              G                D 
With his own sword-belt, so fast she's bound him 
A    C               G  D 
Fine flowers in the valley 
     A       C         G                  D 
With his own dagger so sore she's stabbed him 
A      C       G  D 
As the rose is blown 

    A           C              G        D 
'If seven kings daughters here have you slainâ' 
A    C               G  D 
Fine flowers in the valley 
      A       C       G               D 
'Then lie you here, a husband to them allâ' 
A      C       G  D 
As the rose is blown