Misc Traditional — Wild Wild Berry

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    	    	Вступление

Played slowly and methodically.


   C#                   B           C#
Young man comes from hunting faint and weary
       C#           B           C#
“What does ail my lord, my dearie?”
       C#           B           C#
“O Mother dear, let my bed be made
     E                          F#   E   C#
For I feel the gripe of the woody nightshade.


[chorus]

      C#      B            F#       C#
Now you young men all who do eat full well
      E            F#  
And they that sup right merry
      C#            B
‘Tis far better, I entreat,
      F#           C#
To have toads for your meat
         A          Bb    F#   C#
Than to eat of the wild, wild berry


C#                 B       C#
This young man he died eftsoon
C#                  B       C#
By the light of a hunters’ moon
 C#           B           C#
‘Twas not by bolt, nor yet by blade
 E                          F#   E   C#
But the deathly gripe of the woody nightshade
 

[chorus]

C#                              B       C#
This lord’s false love, they hanged her high
C#                            B             C#
For her deeds were the cause of her love to die
C#                       B       C#
And in her hair they entwined a braid
 E                          F#   E   C#
Of the leaves and the berries of the woody nightshade		
    

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