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In the Etimbers to Fennario,
the Gwolves are running 'Dround,
The Dwinter was so hard and cold,
froze Dten feet neath Ebthe Eground.
EDon't murder Dme,
E I beg of Ayou, don't AbmurGder F#mme.
EPleDase, don't murder Ame. D A
A DAs DbI Esat down to my supper,
Gtwas a bottle of red whiDsky,
DI said my prayers and went to bed,
that's the Alast they Absaw Gof F#mme.
F#mDon't murder Eme, D
I beg of Ayou, don't AbmurGder F#mme.
EPleDase, don't murder Ame. D A
A Ab GWhen F#mI awoke, the EDire Wolf,
six Ahundred Gpounds of Dsin,
DWas grinning at my window,
all I Dsaid was come Ebon Ein.
EDon't murder Dme,
EI beg of Ayou, don't C#7murder F#mme.
EPleDase, don't murder Ame. D A
A Ab GThe F#mwolf came in, I Egot my cards,
we Asat down Gfor a Dgame.
I Dcut my deck to the queen of spades,
but the Dcards were all Ebthe Esame.
EDon't murder Dme,
EI beg of Ayou, don't C#7murder F#mme.
EPlease,D don't murder Ame. D A
In the Ebackwash of Fennario,
the Gblack and bloody Dmire,
The DDire Wolf collects his dues,
while the Dboys sing round Ebthe fEire.
EDon't murder Dme,
E I beg of Ayou, don't AbmurGder F#mme.
EPleaDse, don't murder Ame. D A
ADon't DmurdEber Eme,
D I beg of Ayou, don't C#7murder F#mme.
EPleDase, don't murder Ame. D A
EPleDase, don't murder Ame. D A
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