Chords for Martin Carthy - I Was A Young Man
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

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I was [Eb] a young man, I was a rover, nothing would satisfy me but a wife.
Soon as I reached [Ab] the age of twenty, weary was I of a single [Eb] life.
Very first year, me wife I married, out of her company I could not stay.
Her voice was sweet as the lark or the lynnet, or the nightingale at the break of day.
Now she's fairly old and demeaning, now she's fairly changed her tune.
Nothing but scolding comes from her mouth, so the poor man's labour's never done.
Very first year that we were married, scarce could I get one gulp of sleep.
With her two heels she rubbed [F] my shins, cries, husband dear put down your feet.
The baby cried, she bitterly scolded, down to the door I was forced for to run.
Without trousers, we got a waistcoat, the poor man's labour's [Eb] never done.
I went up to the top of the hill for to view me sheep, but I'd all gone astray.
When I came back she was lying in her bed at twelve o'clock on a winter's day.
When I came back both wet and weary, weary and wet, now where could I run?
She was lying in her bed, the fire not beside her, she says young man is the curtain on.
I'll go home to me aged mother, she'll be sitting all alone.
Says there's plenty young women to be had, why should I be tied to one?
Poor young man, that is to marry, though they'll [F] grieve you evermore.
Death, oh death, come take my [Eb] wife, and then my sorrows will be all.
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Soon as I reached [Ab] the age of twenty, weary was I of a single [Eb] life.
Very first year, me wife I married, out of her company I could not stay.
Her voice was sweet as the lark or the lynnet, or the nightingale at the break of day.
Now she's fairly old and demeaning, now she's fairly changed her tune.
Nothing but scolding comes from her mouth, so the poor man's labour's never done.
Very first year that we were married, scarce could I get one gulp of sleep.
With her two heels she rubbed [F] my shins, cries, husband dear put down your feet.
The baby cried, she bitterly scolded, down to the door I was forced for to run.
Without trousers, we got a waistcoat, the poor man's labour's [Eb] never done.
I went up to the top of the hill for to view me sheep, but I'd all gone astray.
When I came back she was lying in her bed at twelve o'clock on a winter's day.
When I came back both wet and weary, weary and wet, now where could I run?
She was lying in her bed, the fire not beside her, she says young man is the curtain on.
I'll go home to me aged mother, she'll be sitting all alone.
Says there's plenty young women to be had, why should I be tied to one?
Poor young man, that is to marry, though they'll [F] grieve you evermore.
Death, oh death, come take my [Eb] wife, and then my sorrows will be all.
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_ _ _ I was [Eb] a young man, I was a rover, nothing would satisfy me but a wife.
Soon as I reached [Ab] the age of twenty, weary was I of a single [Eb] _ life.
Very first year, me wife I married, out of her company I could not stay.
Her voice was sweet as the lark or the lynnet, or the nightingale at the break of _ day.
_ Now she's fairly old and demeaning, now she's fairly changed her tune.
Nothing but scolding comes from her mouth, so the poor man's labour's never _ done. _ _
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Very first year that we were married, scarce could I get one gulp of sleep.
With her two heels she rubbed [F] my shins, cries, husband dear put down your feet.
The baby cried, she bitterly scolded, down to the door I was forced for to run.
_ Without trousers, we got a waistcoat, the poor man's labour's [Eb] never _ done. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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I went up to the top of the hill for to view me sheep, but I'd all gone astray.
When I came back she was lying in her bed at twelve o'clock on a winter's day.
When I came back both wet and weary, weary and wet, now where could I run?
She was lying in her bed, the fire not beside her, she says young man is the curtain _ on.
I'll go home to me aged mother, she'll be sitting all alone.
Says there's plenty young women to be had, why should I be tied to one?
Poor young man, that is to marry, though they'll [F] grieve you _ evermore.
Death, oh death, come take my [Eb] wife, and then my sorrows will be all.
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_ _ _ I was [Eb] a young man, I was a rover, nothing would satisfy me but a wife.
Soon as I reached [Ab] the age of twenty, weary was I of a single [Eb] _ life.
Very first year, me wife I married, out of her company I could not stay.
Her voice was sweet as the lark or the lynnet, or the nightingale at the break of _ day.
_ Now she's fairly old and demeaning, now she's fairly changed her tune.
Nothing but scolding comes from her mouth, so the poor man's labour's never _ done. _ _
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Very first year that we were married, scarce could I get one gulp of sleep.
With her two heels she rubbed [F] my shins, cries, husband dear put down your feet.
The baby cried, she bitterly scolded, down to the door I was forced for to run.
_ Without trousers, we got a waistcoat, the poor man's labour's [Eb] never _ done. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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I went up to the top of the hill for to view me sheep, but I'd all gone astray.
When I came back she was lying in her bed at twelve o'clock on a winter's day.
When I came back both wet and weary, weary and wet, now where could I run?
She was lying in her bed, the fire not beside her, she says young man is the curtain _ on.
I'll go home to me aged mother, she'll be sitting all alone.
Says there's plenty young women to be had, why should I be tied to one?
Poor young man, that is to marry, though they'll [F] grieve you _ evermore.
Death, oh death, come take my [Eb] wife, and then my sorrows will be all.
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