Sarah Jarosz - Some tyrant

Some ^Ctyrant has ^Gstolen my ^Ftrue love a^Cway And ^Chere in old ^GEngland I can ^Fno longer ^Gstay I'll ^Ccross the wide ocean, all ^Fon my bare ^Gbreast In ^Amsearch of my ^Gtrue love that ^FI love the ^Cbest.

^CWhen that I've ^Gfound out my ^Fjoy and my de^Clight I will ^Cwelcome her ^Gkindly by ^Fday and by ^Gnight. Here's a ^Chealth to all lovers that are ^Floyal and ^Gjust And here's con^Amfusion to the ^Grivals that ^Flive in dis^Ctrust.

^CVenus and ^GVolum they are ^Fboth joined as ^Cone, So ^Ckeep yourself ^Gsingle as ^Fyou and I have ^Gdone, Oh, and ^Ckeep yourself single, oh as ^Fconstant I re^Gtire Unto ^Amher like some ^GVenus that ^Fflourishes like ^Cfire.

The ^Cbugle shall ^Gspeak, the ^Fserpent shall ^Csing There'll be ^Cinstruments of ^Gmusic for to ^Fmake the valleys ^Gring. Oh the ^Chuntsman he'll holler and the ^Fhounds make their ^Gnoise All to ^Amfill my love's ^Gheart with ten ^Fthousand bright ^Cjoys.

N.C.

Some tyrant has stolen my true love away And here in old England I can no longer stay I'll ^Ccross the wide ocean, all ^Fon my bare ^Gbreast In ^Amsearch of my ^Gtrue love that ^FI love the ^Cbest.