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EbWhen the shrill winds are screaming
FAnd the evening is still
BbmLady SDb/Abamantha glides Fmover the hill
In a Eblong satin dress that she Ab7wears every Dbday
GHer home is the Bbmhillside,Ebm her bed is the F7grave
BbLady Samantha D7gliAdes like a tiger
EbOver the hills with Bbno one beside her
No one Fcomes near
EbThey all live in Abfear
But FLady Samantha, Abshe sheds Ebonly tears Bb F
The tales that I told round the fire every night
Are out of proportion and none of them right
She is harmless and empty of anything bad
For she once had something that most of you have
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