Cifras
Lady Gay

Tono: F

Introducción: F#m    

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F#m                                                      A         F#m  
There was a lady and a lady gay,
                                                          A  
Of children she had three,
                                          F#m                                                 A  
She sent them away to the North Country
             F#m                    E            F#m  
To learn their grammar-ee
F#m                                                         A      F#m  
They had not been there very long,
                                                                     A  
Scarcely six months and a day,
             F#m                                                                                      A  
When death, cold death, come-a hasting along
                     F#m                      E            F#m  
And he stole those babes away.
F#m                                                                            A    F#m  
She prayed to the lord that was in Heaven
                                                        A  
"Who airs a golden crown?
                          F#m                                                              A  
prayer send to me, my three little babes
                                                B         F#m  
tonight or the morning soon."
F#m  
It was just about old christmas time
                                                          A  
Then I speak cold and clear
                                                  F#m                                                 A  
She looked and she saw, her three little babes
                F#m                 E      F#m  
come running home to her
F#m                                                 A                 F#m  
She sat a table both long and wide.
                                                        A  
on it put bread and wine.
                                             F#m                                                    A  
"Come eat, come drink, my three little babes.
                                             B              F#m  
Come eat, come drink of mine."
F#m                                                                      A    F#m  
"We want none of your bread, mother,
                                                     A  
Neither do we want your wine,
                                F#m                                    A  
For yonder stands our savior deer,
                     F#m            E            F#m  
To his will we must resign."
F#m  
"Green grass grows over our heads, mother,
                                                                A  
Cold clay is under our feet,
                          F#m                                      A  
And every tear you shed for us,
                                     B              F#m  
It wets our winding-sheet."