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Intro: D C G D G D G D C G D G D G Verse 1: D As it fell out upon a bright holiday C G Small hail from the sky did fall; D Our Saviour asked his mother dear
G D G If he might play at ball. Verse 2: D “At ball? At ball? My own dear son? C G It's time that you was gone, D But don't let me hear of any doings G D G Tonight when you return.” Verse 3: D So it's up the hill, and down the hill C G Our sweet young Saviour ran, D Until he met three rich young lords G D G All playing in the sun. Verse 4: D “Good morn, good morn, good morn”, cried they, C G “Good morning,” oh says he, D “And which one of you three rich young lords G D G Will play at ball with me?” Verse 5: D “Well, we're all lords' and ladies' sons, C G All born in a bower and hall, D And you are nothing but a Jewish child G D G Born in an oxen stall” Instrumental 1: D C G D G D G Verse 6: D “Well, though you're lords' and ladies' sons C G All born in your bower and hall D I'll prove to you at your latter end G D G I'm an angel above you all” Verse 7: D So he built him a bridge from the beams of the sun C G And over the river danced he; D Them rich young lords followed after him G D G And drowned they was all three. Verse 8: D So it's up the hill and down the hill C G Three rich young mothers run D Crying “Mary mild, fetch you home your child G D G For ours he's drowned each one.” Verse 9: D So Mary mild fetched home her child, C G She laid him across her knee D And with a bundle of withy twigs G D G She gave him thrashes three. Verse 10: D “Oh bitter withy. oh bitter withy C G That causes me to smart. D Oh the withy shall be very first tree G D G To perish at the heart.” Instrumental 2: D C G D G D G
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Chords: D, C, G