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   | F   |
Oh ... 

| Am  Dm | F  G | F   | F   |
Oh ...