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EmHe rode through the streets of the city
AmDown from his hill on high
EmO'er the winds and the steps and the cobble
Am DHe rode to a woman's sigh
EmFor she was his secret treasure
AmShe was his shame and his bliss
EmAnd a chain and a keep are nothing
Am DCompared to a woman's kiss
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Em AmFor hands of gold are always cold
C DBut a woman's hands are warm
Em AmFor hands of gold are always cold
D EmBut a woman's hands are warm
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