The Wild Wild Berry

Am F Am Young man came from hunting faint and weary Am G F Am “What does ail my lord, my dearie?” Am F G “O Mother dear, let my bed be made Am G F Am For I feel the gripe of the woody nightshade.” Am C G Am Lie low sweet Randal Am F Am Now all you young men that do eat full well Am F G Am And they that sup right merry Am G F Am ‘Tis far better, I entreat, To have toads for your meat Am C F G Am Than to eat of the wild, wild berry Am F Am Now this young man he died fersoon Am G F Am By the light of the hunters’ moon Am F G ‘Twas not by bone, nor yet by blade Am G F Am But the deathly gripe of the woody nightshade Am C G Am Lie low sweet Randal Am F Am His lord’s ships winch, they hanged her high Am F G Am For she was the cause of her love to die Am F Am And then her locks entwined a braid Am G F Am Of the deathly berries of the woody nightshade Am C G Am Lie low sweet Randal Am F Am Now all you young men that do eat full well Am F G Am And they that sup right merry Am G F Am ‘Tis far better, I entreat, To have toads for your meat Am C F G Am Than to eat of the wild, wild berry