Am  Dm            Em
Here her head, she lay
 Am         G        Am      G
Until she'd rise and say
      Am         Dm     Em
"I'm starved of mirth
 Am           G      Am      G
Let's go and trip a dwarf"

 Em            C               Am  G  Am  G
Oh, what to be done with her ?
 Em            C               Bb  C
Oh, what to be done with her ?

 Am  Dm  F  G  F  
Oh

 Am  Dm F  G  F 
Oh
Am  Dm            Em
Ice water for blood
 Am         G        Am      G
With neither heart or spine
Am         Dm     Em
And then just to pass time
 Am           G      Am      G
Let us go and rob the blind
Em            C               Am  G
Oh, what to be done with her ?
Am  G
I ask myself
Em            C               Am  G  Am  G
Oh, what to be said of her ?
 Am  Dm  F  G  F
Oh
Am  Dm         Em
But when she calls me
  Am       G  Am  G
I do not walk, I run
      Am       Dm
Oh, when she calls
   Em     Am      G    Em    Bb
I do not walk, I run, oh, oh, oh
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Oh