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I am a King's daughter come straight from Cappoquin
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In search of Lord Gregory, may God I'll find him


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The rain beats at my yellow locks, the dew wets me still
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The babe is cold in my arms, love, Lord Gregory let me in


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       F                                             C
Lord Gregory is not here and he henceforth can't be seen
          F              C                Bb            C
For he's gone to bonny Scotland to bring home his new queen


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Leave now these windows and likewise this hall
          F           C            Bb            C
For it's deep in the sea you will find your downfall


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Do you remember, Lord Gregory, as we sat at the wine?
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We exchanged rings and aye, the best was mine


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Yours was the purest gold and mine but false tin
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Yours it cost a guinea, love, but aye, 'twas false within


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Do you remember, Lord Gregory, that night in Cappoquin?
      F            C              Bb              C
You stole away my maidenhead and sore against my will


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So open these windows, open and let me in
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The rain rains on my good clothing and the dew stands on my chin


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I have built a bonny boat all covered with pearl
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And at every needle tuck in it there hangs a silver bell


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But I'll take down that mast of gold and set up a mast of tree
        F                  C             Bb          C
For it does not suit a forsaken maid to sail so royally


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          F                                         C
And I'll leave now these windows and likewise this hall
          F           C          Bb          C
For it's deep in the sea I will find my downfall