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Capo OFFAuto
Am
231
Dm
231
Em
23
G
324
C
321
B♭
12341
F
134211

 Here her head, she lay

 Until she'd rise and say :

 "I'm starved of mirth;

 Let's go and trip a dwarf"

 Oh, what to be done with her ?

 Oh, what to be done with her ?

 Oh ...

 Oh ...

The rest of the verses are the same.