Alasdair Roberts - The false bride

I loved a lass and I loved her so ^Cwell I ^Ghated all others that ^Fspoke of her ^Dm7ill But ^Gnow she's re^Fwarded me ^Dmwell for my ^Glove For she's ^Fgoing to be ^Cwed to a^Gnother ^{F Dm7}

I ^Gsaw my love go to the kirk ^Cdoor With ^Gbeau'erful-maidens she ^Fmade a fine ^Dm7show And ^GI gaze u^Fpon with a ^Dmheart full of ^Gwoe Then ^Fdeep into ^Cgrief will I ^Gwander ^{F Dm7}

The ^Gflowers of the forest they ask it of ^Cme “How ^Gmany strawberries grow ^Fin the salt ^Dm7sea?” And I ^Ganswered to ^Fthem with a ^Dmtear in my ^Geye “How ^Fmany dark ^Cships sail the ^Gforest?” ^{F Dm7}

Now dig me a ^Ggrave and dig it so ^Cdeep Then ^Gstrew it all over with ^Froses so ^Dm7sweet So that ^GI might lie ^Fdown there and ^Dmtake a long ^Gsleep For ^Fthat's the best ^Cway to for^Gget ^{F G}