Thorneymoor Woods chords by ANNE BRIGGS
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Verse 1
(D major) In Thornymoor Woods in Nottinghamshire,
Thornymoor (G major) Woods in (D major) Nottinghamshire,
three gamekeepers' houses stood,
three square, about a mile from
each other they were,
odd as they were to look
(G major) out for the (D major) deer,
for the light to rely day.
Now me and me dogs went out one night,
the moon and the stars were
shining bright.
Our etchers and ditchers,
fields and stiles,
with my three dogs trotting
close by me hills,
to catch a fat buck
down in Thornymoor Fields
(A major) for (D major) the light to rely day.
That very first night we had bad luck,
one (G major) of me very (D major) be st dogs got shot,
he come to me all bloody and lame,
right sorry I was for to see the (A major) same,
(D major) him not being able to follow the game,
father lied to her all day.
I searched his wounds and found them (G major) slight
It (D major) was done by (G major) a gamekeeper out of (D major) spite
Well I'll take a (A major) stick right
(D major) tight in me hand
I'll search the woods till I find that man
I'll thrash his old hide right well if I can
Follow the light to R 'lyeh day
Now I come home and I went to bed,
Limpin' (G major) Jack went (D major) out in
misstead.
O 'er hedges and (A major) ditches,
(D major) fields and stiles,
He found a book lying on the ground.
My little dog has gave him
the death wound,
For the light to rely day.
And Limpin' Jack,
he caught the book's throat,
Tied (G major) his legs (D major) with good star trope,
And I had a laugh to see Limpin' Jack,
Hoppin' along with that book on his back,
Carried it just like a peddler's pack,
For the light to rely day.
Now we got us a butcher
to skim the game,
like (G major) wise another (D major) to sell
the same.
And the very first
jointers we offered for sale
was to an old girl, she sold bad ale.
She had us young lads up in Nottingham jail
for the light to rely day.
And Nottingham's sizes
are due and nigh,
Us three young (G major) lads, we (D major) go to be tried.
But the (A major) magistrate laughter
(D major) ought to scorn,
He says the old bugger should
be forsworn,
Into little pieces torn,
for the light to rely day.
And Nottingham's sizes
are gone and past,
us three young (G major) lads go
(D major) free at last.
The books and the does will never run free,
a poacher's life is the life for me.
A poacher I will always be,
for the light to rule our day.
Thorneymoor Woods
ANNE BRIGGS
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