Intro:
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Verse 1:
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I was nineteen when I came to town. They
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called it the summer of love. They were burning babies burning flags.
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The Hawks against the Doves. I took a job in the steamie
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Down on Caldrum street. I fell in love with a laundry girl
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Working next to me. Well she was a..
Chorus:
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rare thing, fine as a beeswing. So
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fine a breath of wind might blow her away. She was a
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lost child, she was running wild. She said as
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long as there`s no price on love I’ll stay. And you
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wouldn`t want me any other... way---
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Brownhair zig zag round her face
And a look of half surprise
Like a fox caught in the headlights
There was animal in her eyes
She said young man, O can't you see
I'm not the factory kind
If you don't take me out of here
I'll surely lose my mind
Chorus (So fine that I might crush her where she lay)
Verse 3:
We busked around the market towns
And picked fruit down in Kent
And we could tinker lamps and pots
And knives wherever we went
And I said that we might settle down
Get a few acres dug
Fire burning in the hearth
And babies on the rug
She said O man, you foolish man
That surely sounds like hell
You might be lord of half the world
You'll not own me as well
Chorus
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We was camping down the Gower one time
The work was pretty good
She thought we shouldn't wait for the frost
And I thought maybe we should
We were drinking more in those days
And tempers reached a pitch
Like a fool I let her run
With the rambling itch
last I hear she's sleeping out
Back on the Darby beat
White horse in her hip pocket
And a wolfhound at her feet
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And they say she even married once
A man named Romany Brown
But even a gypsy caravan
Was too much settling down
And they say her flower is faded now
Hard weather and hard booze
But maybe that's just the price you pay
For the chains you refuse
Chorus:
She was a rare thing, fine as a Beeswing
So fine that I might crush her where she lay
And I miss her more than words could ever say
If I could just taste, All of her wildness now
If I could hold her in my arms today
Then I wouldn't want her any other way
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song:
beeswing
original transcribers:
artist:
richard thompson
tuning:
drop-d
transposition:
3
fingerstyle:
yes
difficulty:
medium