Tom: F
Am Dm Em
Here her head, she lay
Am G Am G
Until she'd rise and say :
Am Dm Em
"I'm starved of mirth;
Am G Am G
Let's go and trip a dwarf"
Em C Am G Am G
Oh, what to be done with her ?
Em C Bb C
Oh, what to be done with her ?
| Am Dm | F G | F | F |
Oh ...
| Am Dm | F G | F | F |
Oh ...