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   A               E
Swifts and swains, leafy lanes,

     A                  E
This county brings them near,

     A            #Fm
As a lover to his lass

      Bm              E
And a woodsman to his deer.

   A               E
Swifts and swains, leafy lanes,

     A             E
This county brings them near, 

   A                #Fm
Resplendent in its finery,

  Bm      E       A
A verdant Lincolnshire


A                     #Fm      Bm   E
Thoughts of field and pasture, enrapture

    A  #Fm       Bm             E
And capture fair memories of my youth.

A                #Fm      
Days of love and laughter,

    Bm   E    A #Fm
yet laughter, thereafter

    Bm               E
Allayed to leave but truth


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Scenes of church and priory inspire me
And fire me to dwell on times gone by.
Hours of merry making when pleasures were for taking
How can they all now die


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Middle:

#Fm            Bm       E       A 
The pain of my forlorn love has been

#Fm          Bm             E
This countryside of Lincoln Green


Evetide warblers trilling, with dulcet tones instilling,
Ideas which weren't denied.
Yet brief was your bold passion, 
For one man was not fashion
So love is cast aside.


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