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Anna Thea 
Anna The a Am Lazma Thea stole a stallion
 Dm Am Stole him from the misty mountains Dm Am And they chased him and they found him
 G Bm Dm And in iron chains they bound him 
Word was sent to Anna Thea That her brother was in prison Bring me gold and six fine horses I will buy my brother's freedomJudge, 
o judge, please spare my brother Do not hang him from the gallows I don't want your gold and silver All I want are your sweet favors 
Anna Thea, o my sister, are you mad with grief and sorrow He will rob you of your flower And he'll hang me on the gallows 
Anna Thea did not heed him Straightway to the judge went running In his golden bed at midnight There she heard the gallows groaning 
Cursed be the judge so cruel Thirteen years may he lie bleeding Thirteen doctors cannot cure him Thirteen shelves of drugs not heal him 
Anna Thea, Anna Thea Do not go into the forest 
There beneath the green trees standing You will find your brother hanging 
recorded on Judy Collins/3 SOF