Blessed Wild Apple Girl
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GGypsy girl, oh F#twisty pearl, sat uponG the stoney pale Am9mare D7
GBeltane Eve, by the firesF# you grieve, with your deepG Babalonian Am9hair D7
CBlessed wild apple girl move along now
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CBlessed wild Amapple Emgirl
Gypsy girl, oh twisty girl, your hands all dangles with flowers
Tangled torn, so stately born, for a throne in the halls of Ireland
Fools have said, the hills are dead, but her nose is a rose of the Shee
A silver sword by an ancient ford, was my gift from this child of the trees
CBlessed wild apple girl move along now
DBlessed wild apple girl move along now
CBlessed wild apple girl move along now
DBlessed wild apple girl move along now
CBlessed wild Amapple Emgirl
CBlessed wild Amapple Emgirl
CBlessed wild Amapple Emgirl