verse 1
Am
A brisk young sailor courted me
F
He stole away my liberty
G
He stole my heart with a free good will
D
I must confess, I love him still
verse 2
Am
Down in the meadows she did run
F
A gathering flowers as they sprung
G
Every sort she gave a pull
D
Till she had gathered her apron full
verse 3
Am
When first I wore my apron low
F
He followed me through frost and snow
G
But now my apron is up to my chin
D
He passes by and says nothing
verse 4
Am
There is an alehouse in this town
F
Where my love goes and sits him down
G
He takes another girl on his knee
D
Why is not that a grief to me
Verse 5
Am
Ah, grieved I am and I'll tell you why
F
Because she has more gold than I
G
Her gold will waste, her beauty blast
D
Poor girl, she'll come like me at last
Verse 6
Am
I wish my baby it was born
F
Set smiling on its father's knee
G
And I was dead and in my grave
D
And green grass growing over me
Verse 7
Am
There is a bird all in yonder tree
F
Some say 'tis blind, and cannot see
G
I wish it had been the same for me
D
Before I had gained my love's company
Verse 8
Am
There is a man on yonder hill
F
He has a heart as hard as steel
G
He has two hearts instead of one
D
He'll be a rogue when I am gone
Verse 9
Am
But when they found her corpse was cold
F
They went to her false love and told
G
"I am glad" says he, "She's done so well
D
I long to hear her funeral knell"
verse 10
Am
In Abraham's bosom she does sleep
F
While his tormenting soul must weep
G
He often wished his time o'er again
D
That his bride he might make her merry
Am
And marry her soon