False Love

  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

     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

     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

      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

    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

  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

      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

      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

    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"

   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

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