INTRO: [A] [D] [A] [D]

VERSE 1:
[A] I was 18 when I came to town, they called it the summer of love
They were [A] burning babies burning flags, the [E] hawks against the [D] doves
[A] I took a job at the steaming, way down on Caltrim Street
And I [A] fell in love with a laundry girl that was [E] workin' next to [D] me

VERSE 2:
[A] Brown hair zig zagged around her face and a look of half surprise
Like a [A] fox caught in the headlights, there was [E] animal in her [D] eyes
She [A] said to me, oh can't you see, I'm not the factory kind
And if [A] you don't take me out of here, [E] I'll lose my [D] mind

CHORUS:
She was a [F#m] rare thing, as fine as a [A] bee's wing
So [F#m] fine a breath of [E] wind might blow her a-[D]-way
She was a [F#m] lost child, she was [A] runnin' wild
She said so [F#m] long as there's no [E] price on love I'll [D] stay
You [Bm] wouldn't want me [E] any other [D] way

VERSE 3:
We [A] busked around the market towns, fruit pickin', down in Kent,
[A] We could tinker pots and pans and [E] knives wherever we [D] went
And I [A] said to her, we'll settle down and get a few acres dug
With a [A] fire burning in the hearth and [E] babies on the [D] rug

PRE-CHORUS:
She said, [F#m] oh man, you foolish man that [E] surely sounds like [A] hell
You [A] might be lord of half the world, you'll [E] not own me as [D] well

CHORUS 2:
She was a [F#m] rare thing, as fine as a [A] bee's wing
So [F#m] fine a breath of [E] wind might blow her a-[D]-way
She was a [F#m] lost child, she was [A] runnin' wild
She said so [F#m] long as there's no [E] price on love I'll [D] stay
You [Bm] wouldn't want me [E] any other [D] way

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VERSE 4:
We were [A] campin down the Gower one time when the work was mighty good
[A] She wouldn't wait for the harvest, [E] I thought we [D] should
We were [A] drinking more in those days, our tempers reached a pitch
Like a [A] fool I let her run away [E] when she took the rambling [D] itch

VERSE 5:
And the [A] last I heard she's living rough back in the Derby beat
A [A] bottle of White Horse in her pocket, a [E] Wolfhound at her [D] feet
And they [A] say that she got married once to a man called Romany Brown
[A] Even a gypsy caravan was too [E] much like settlin' [D] down

PRE-CHORUS 3:
They [F#m] say her rose has faded, [E] rough weather and hard [A] booze
[A] Maybe that's the price you pay for the [E] chains that you [D] refuse

CHORUS 3:
She was a [F#m] rare thing, as fine as a [A] bee's wing
I [F#m] miss her more than [E] ever words can [D] say
[F#m] If I could just taste all of her [A] wildness now
[F#m] If I could hold [E] her in my arms [D] today
[Bm] I wouldn't want [E] her any other [D] way

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