Misc Traditional - Wild wild berry

You^C#ng man comes from hun^Bting faint a^C#nd weary “What d^C#oes ail my lo^Brd, my deari^C#e?” “O Moth^C#er dear, let ^Bmy bed be ma^C#de For I^E feel the gripe of the wood^F#y nig^Ehtsh^C#ade.

Now yo^C#u young ^Bmen all who d^F#o eat ful^C#l well And th^Eey that sup r^F#ight merry ‘Tis f^C#ar better, I e^Bntreat, To hav^F#e toads for y^C#our meat Than to e^Aat of the w^Bbild, w^F#ild b^C#erry

^C#This young man he d^Bied efts^C#oon ^C#By the light of a hu^Bnters’ m^C#oon ‘^C#Twas not by b^Bolt, nor yet^C# by blade B^Eut the deathly gripe of the^F# wood^Ey ni^C#ghtshade

^C#This lord’s false love, they han^Bged her ^C#high ^C#For her deeds were the cause o^Bf her love to ^C#die ^C#And in her hair they entw^Bined a b^C#raid O^Ef the leaves and the berrie^F#s of ^Ethe ^C#woody nightshade