Chords for When I Was In My Prime

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When I was in my prime, I flourished like a vine.
There came along a false young man,
Come stole the heart of mine.
Come stole the heart of mine.
The gardener standing by, three offers he made to me.
The pinks of all of those which I refused all three.
Which I refused all three.
The pink's no flower at all, for it fades away too soon.
And the violet is too pale a hue.
I think I'll wait till June.
I think I'll wait till June.
In June the red rose blooms.
That's not the flower for me.
[E] For then I'll pluck the red rose off,
And plant a willow tree.
And plant a willow tree.
And the willow tree shall weep.
And the willow tree shall whine.
I wish I was in the young man's arms
That stole the heart of mine.
That stole the heart of mine.
If I'm spared for one year more,
And God should grant me grace,
I'll weep a bowl of crystal tears
To wash his deceitful face.
To wash his
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When I was in my prime, I flourished like a vine.
There came along a false young _ man,
Come stole the heart of mine. _ _
_ Come stole the heart of mine.
_ _ The gardener standing by, three offers he made to me.
The pinks of all of _ _ _ those which I refused all three. _
_ _ Which I refused all three.
_ _ The pink's no flower at all, for it fades away too soon.
And the violet is too pale a hue.
I think I'll wait till June.
_ _ _ I think I'll wait till June. _ _ _
In June the red rose blooms.
That's not the flower for me.
[E] For then I'll pluck the red rose off,
And plant a willow tree. _ _ _ _
And plant a willow tree. _ _ _
And the willow tree shall weep.
And the willow tree shall whine. _
I wish I was in the young man's arms
That stole the heart of _ _ mine.
That stole the heart of mine.
_ _ If I'm spared for one year more,
And God should grant me grace,
I'll weep a bowl of crystal tears
To wash his deceitful face.
_ _ _ To wash his