Chords for Martin Carthy - I Was A Young Man

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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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