Tam Lin Child 39 Acordes

	  Dm 
Janet sits in her lonely room 
F 
Sewing a silken seam  
C 
And looking out on Carterhaugh 
Bb        Am      (D) 
Among the roses green 

Dm 
And Janet sits in her lonely bower 
F 
Sewing a silken thread 
C 
And longed to be in Carterhaugh 
Bb        Am      (D) 
Among the roses red 

D 
She's let the seam fall at her heel 
F 
The needle to her toe 
F 
And she has gone to Carterhaugh 
Bb        Am      (D) 
As fast as she can go 

D 
She hadn't pulled a rose, a rose 
F 
A rose, but only one 
C 
When then appeared him, young Tamlin 
Bb        Am      (D) 
Says, 'Lady, let alone� 

D 
'What makes you pull the rose, the rose? 
F 
What makes you break the tree? 
C 
What makes you come to Carterhaugh 
Bb        Am      (D) 
Without the leave of me?� 

D 
'But Carterhaugh is not your own 
F 
Roses there are many 
C 
I'll come and go all as I please 
Bb        Am      (D) 
And not ask leave of any� 

D 
And he has took her by the hand 
F 
Took her by the sleeve 
C 
And he has laid this lady down 
Bb        Am      (D) 
Among the roses green 

D 
And he has took her by the arm 
F 
Took her by the hem 
C 
And he has laid this lady down 
Bb        Am      (D) 
Among the roses red 

D 
There's four and twenty ladies fair 
F 
Sewing at the silk 
F 
And Janet goes among them all 
Bb        Am      (D) 
Her face as pale as milk 

D 
And four and twenty gentlemen 
F 
Playing at the chess 
C 
And Janet goes among them all 
Bb        Am      (D) 
As green as any glass 

D 
Then up and spoke her father 
F 
He's spoken meek and mild 
C 
'Oh, alas, my daughter 
Bb        Am      (D) 
I fear you go with child� 

D 
'And is it to a man of might 
F 
Or to a man of means 
C 
Or who among my gentlemen 
Bb        Am      (D) 
Shall give the babe his name?� 

D 
'Oh, father, if I go with child 
F 
This much to you I'll tell 
C 
There's none among your gentlemen 
Bb        Am      (D) 
That I would treat so well� 

D 
'And, father, if I go with child 
F 
I must bear the blame 
C 
There's none among your gentlemen 
Bb        Am      (D) 
Shall give the babe his name� 

D 
She's let the seam fall at her hell 
F 
The needle to her toe 
C 
And she has gone to Carterhaugh 
Bb        Am      (D) 
As fast as she could go 

D 
And she is down among the weeds 
F 
Down among the thorn 
C 
When then appeared Tamlin again 
Bb        Am      (D) 
Says, 'Lady, pull no more� 

D 
'What makes you pull the poison rose? 
F 
What makes you break the tree?  
C 
What makes you harm the little babe 
Bb        Am      (D) 
That I have got with thee?� 

D 
'Oh I will pull the rose, Tamlin 
F 
I will break the tree 
C 
But I'll not bear the little babe 
Bb        Am      (D) 
That you have got with me� 

D 
'If he were to a gentleman 
F 
And not a wild shade 
C 
I'd rock him all the winter's night 
Bb        Am      (D) 
And all the summer's day" 

D 
'Then take me back into your arms 
F 
If you my love would win 
C 
And hold me tight and fear me not 
Bb        Am      (D) 
*I'll be a gentleman� 

D 
'But first I'll change all in your arms 
F 
Into a wild wolf 
C 
But hold me tight and fear me not 
Bb        Am      (D) 
I am your own true love� 

D 
'And then I'll change all in your arms 
F 
Into a wild bear 
C 
But hold me tight and fear me not 
Bb        Am      (D) 
I am your husband dear� 

D 
'And then I'll change all in your arms 
F 
Into a lion bold 
C 
But hold me tight and fear me not 
Bb        Am      (D) 
And you will love your child� 

D 
At first he changed all in her arms 
F 
Into a wild wolf 
C 
She held him tight and feared him not 
Bb        Am      (D) 
He was her own true love 

D 
And then he changed all in her arms 
F 
Into a wild bear 
C 
She held him tight and feared him not 
Bb        Am      (D) 
He was her husband dear 

D 
And then he changed all in her arms 
F 
Into a lion bold 
C 
She held him tight and feared him not 
Bb        Am      (D) 
The father of her child 

D 
And then he changed all in her arms 
F 
Into a naked man 
C 
She's wrapped him in her coat so warm 
Bb        Am      (D) 
And she has brought him home