Weary Of Lying Alone

Am One evening of late as I carelessly strayed Em I espied a fair maid in deep mourn Am I asked her the matter, she quickly made answer D Am I am weary from lying alone, alone D Am I am weary from lying alone My comely young damsel, come down here alongside me Em And tell me of the years that have a-flown Am For seven long gone and eleven years around D Am I am weary from lying alone, alone D Am I am weary from lying alone If I got a comely young man who would take me without fortune Em And make me a wife of his very own Am For the truth is, I'll say is, I'll die in despair D Am If I lie any longer alone, alone D Am If I lie any longer alone There's a neat, sweet li'l flower in this garden alongside me Em Take it away, sure it is all but your own Am For the flower, it will fade and so also will the maid D Am For she's weary from lying alone, alone D Am For she's weary from lying alone