Thorneymoor Woods chords by Louis Killen

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Verse 1
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In Thornymoor Woods in Nottinghamshire,
Right for Lurel,
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Wack for Ladderder,
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Three gamekeepers' houses
they stood in a square,
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Falderall, Lurel, I day.
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Three gamekeepers' houses
they stood in a square,
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A  mile from each other the distance it were,
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And  their orders were to look
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after  the deer,
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Right Falderall, Lurel, I day.
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Now me and me dogs went out one night,
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Right for Lurel, whack for Lannader.
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The moon and stars,
shone so bright,
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Fowl'd our old Lurel aye day.
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O 'er hedges, ditches, gates and stiles,
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With my three dogs close after me heels,
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To fetch a fat book down on
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Thornymoor Fields,
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Right fowl'd our old Lurel aye day.
The very first night we had bad luck
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Right for Lyril, whack for Ladderder
One of me very best dogs got shot
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Fowl to    a Lyril I day
He came to me,
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both bloody and  lame
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And sorry was I for to see the same
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He not being able to follow the game
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Right fowl to a  Lyril I day
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I  searched his wounds
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and found them slight,
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Right for Lurel, whack for Ladderder.
T 'was done by the gamekeeper out of spite,
For Alderall, Lurel, I day.
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I'll take me pike stuff in me hand,
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And I'll search the woods
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till I find that man.
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I'll have his old hide,
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right well if I can,
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Em 
Right for Al derall, Lurel, I day.
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We searched the woods all of that night,
Right for Lural, whack for Ladderder.
The moon and stars,
they shone so bright,
Fowled her all Lural I day.
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We searched the woods all round and round,
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And found a fat buck lying dead on
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the ground.
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T 'was my little dog
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as gave him his death wound,
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Right fowled her all Lural  I day.
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Then I went home and went to bed,
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Right for Lyrel, whack for Ladderder,
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And Limpin' Jack sent in me stead,
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Father of Lyrel, I day!
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Oh, you would have a laugh to
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see Limpin' Jack
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Go trudging along with the
buck on his back,
He carried it like some harks
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man's pack,
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Em 
Right for Lyrel, I day!
We ordered the butcher to
skin the game,
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Right for Lural, whack for Ladderder.
Likewise, an old woman to
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sell the same,
Forder all Lural a day.
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The very best joint we offered for sale,
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T   'was to an old woman who
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sold bad ale,
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And she had us three chaps up
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the Nottingham jail,
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Right forder all Lural a day.
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Now, Nott and them Sessions were drawn,
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Right for Lurel,
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whack for Ladderdare,
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Where us three chaps have
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gotta be tried,
Farder o' Lurel, day!
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O, the Judge and Jury,
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they've all sworn,
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The naughty old bugger
should be forsworn,
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All into pieces she should have been torn,
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Right farder o' Lurel, aye, day!
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Now Nottingham Sessions are
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gone and past,
Right for Lural,
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whack for Ladderder,
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And us three blokes got clear at last,
Folder all Lural aye day!
Now the bucks and does shall
never go free,
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And hares and rabbits they are for me,
And a poacher I will always be,
Right Folder all Lural aye day! you