INTRO: [C] [F] [C] [F]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

PRE-CHORUS 3:
They [Am] say her rose has faded, [G] rough weather and hard [C] booze
[C] Maybe that's the price you pay for the [G] chains that you [F] refuse

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

BREAK: [over VERSE]