The brisk young widow chords and lyrics - PETER BELLAMY

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[Verse 1]
In
[Am]Chester town [Eb]there lived
a brisk [Am]young widow
For beauty and fine clothes
none could excel her
She was proper stout and tall,
her [C#]fin gers long [Eb]and small
She's a comely dame with
[Am]all, she's a brisk young widow
So [Eb]a lover [Am]soon there [Ebm]came,
a brisk young farmer
With his hat [Am]turned up all [Eb]rounder,
thinking to gain her.
[Am]My dear, for love of you, this wide
[C#]world I go [Eb]through.
If you would but prove true,
[Am]you shall wed a farmer.
[Eb]Says she, I'm not for you,
nor no such fellow.
I'm [Am]for some lively lad
with lads and riches.
Tis not your hogs and yowls can maintain
Fur [Eb]bal loons, my silks and satin holes,
They are [Am]all me glory[Eb]
[C#]Madam, don't [Eb]be coy
for all your [Am]glory
For fear of another day [Eb]an d another s[Am]tory
If the world on you should frown
Your top [Eb]knot must come down
To a
Lindsay
Woolsey gum, where is [Am]then your glory?
[Eb]And at length there come[Am] that way,
[Eb]a sooty collier with his hat bent down all[C#] round
[Am]He sounded gainer,
[Eb]where at that [Am]farmer swore,
[Eb]That widow's mace I'm sure I'll
never court no more
[Am]With a brisk young widow
[Eb]Brisk young widow
Thank [Am]you.