The Ugly Mrs Fen chords by Wylde Nept

Chords with lyrics

Verse 1:

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One cold March morning I crossed Old Miller's Moor
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With me shepherd dog Clancey, on a distasteful chore.
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Me mother sent me out with some soup for Mrs. FeN
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Who’s husband fell on his dicky and couldn't get up again.

Verse 2:

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St. Patrick lead me to the gates, St. Peter let me in,
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For I don't want to see the face of ugly Mrs. Fen
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She comes from France, and she wears pants, and smells like fishermen
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St. Patrick lead me to the gates, St. Peter let me in.

Verse 3:

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I knocked three times and Mrs. Fen opened up the door
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A augmentedA nastier, ugly hag I had never seen before!
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She had hairy moles and blackened teeth and weighed 900 pounds
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Poor Clancey took one look at her and fell dead to the ground!

Verse 4:

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St. Patrick lead me to the gates, St. Peter let me in,
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For I don't want to see the face of ugly Mrs. Fen
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She drinks from kegs, has hairy legs, and a hideous devil's grin!
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St. Patrick lead me to the gates, St. Peter let me in.

Verse 5:

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She took the soup from my hands and bid me do come in,
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"It might make me husband smile, if you paid your respects to him."
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So I took off me cap and coat, and walked over to his bed..
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He whispered to me, "Closer lad.." and this is what he said,

Verse 6:

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"St. Patrick lead me to the gates St. Peter let me in,
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For I can't stand another day, livin with Mrs. Fen!
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Me outlook is iffy, I've naryastiffy since me drunken wedding, friend!
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St. Patrick lead me to the gates St. Peter let me in!"

Verse 7:

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I felt so sorry for the man, I started in to cry,
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I reached into me pocket for me traveler o' Rye
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We drank and we cried together till our eyes were red and sore!
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We drank so much that we couldn't see her ugly face no more!

Verse 8:

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St. Patrick lead me to the gates, St. Peter let me in,
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For I don't want to see the face of ugly Mrs. Fen
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St. Patrick lead me to the gates, St. Peter let me in,
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For I don't want to see the face of ugly Mrs. Fen