Misc Traditional – Wild Wild Berry (Guitar Acoustic)

   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.

      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

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