Long Lankin chords by Mike Billington

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Verse 1
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Lung -Lang -Kin
Said my lord to my lady
as he mounted his horse
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Beware of Lung -Lang -K in
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that lives in the marsh
Said my lord to my lady
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as  he rode away
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Beware of Long Lankin
that hides in the hay
Let the doors all be bolted
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and the windows all pinned
And leave not a hole for a
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mouse to creep in
So he kissed his fair lady
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Bm 
and he rode her away
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And he was in fair London
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Bm 
before the break of  day
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The doors were all bolted
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and the windows all pinned
Except one little window
where Lankin crept in
Where's the lord of this house,
said Lahonga Lankin,
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Bm 
He's away in fair London,
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said the false nurse to  him.
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Where's the little heir of this house,
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said Lahonga Lankin,
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He's asleep in his cradle,
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said the false nurse to  him.
We'll prick him,
we'll prick him all over with a pin
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And that'll make my lady
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to come down to him
So he pricked him,
he pricked him all over with a pin
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Bm 
And the nurse held the basin
for the blood to flow in
Oh nurse, how you slumber!
Oh nurse, how you sleep!
You leave my son Johnson
to cry and to weep.
Oh nurse, how you slumber!
Oh nurse, how you snore!
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You leave my son Johnson
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to cry and to roar.
I've tried him with an apple,
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I've tried him with a pear,
Come down, my fair lady,
and rock him in your chair.
I've tried him with milk,
and I've tried him with fat,
Come down, my fair lady,
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and rock him in your lap.
How durst I go down
in the dead of the night
Where there's no fire a kindled
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Bm 
and no candle alight?
You have three silver mantles
as bright as the sun
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Come down, my fair lady,
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yours by the light of one
My lady came down,
she was thinking no harm
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Long Lankin stood ready
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to  catch her in his arm
Here's blood in the kitchen,
here's blood in the hall
Here's blood in the parlour
where my lady did it all
Her maiden looked out from
the turret so high,
And she saw her master
from London ride by.
Oh master, oh master,
don't lay the blame on me,
It was the false nurse and lankin
that killed your lady.
The mankind was hung on
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a  gibbet so  high
And the false mess was done
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in a fray or clothes -line.
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