F#m
F#m                     A    F#m
There was a lady and a lady gay, 
                      A
Of children she had three, 
                F#m                   A
She sent them away to the North Country 
     F#m        E     F#m
To learn their grammar-ee

F#m                      A   F#m
They had not been there very long,
                          A
Scarcely six months and a day,
     F#m                                 A
When death, cold death, come-a hasting along
        F#m         E     F#m
And he stole those babes away.

F#m                             A  F#m
She prayed to the lord that was in Heaven
                     A
"Who airs a golden crown? 
          F#m                        A
prayer send to me, my three little babes
                  B    F#m 
tonight or the morning soon."

F#m
It was just about old christmas time 
                      A
Then I speak cold and clear
                   F#m                   A
She looked and she saw, her three little babes
      F#m       E   F#m
come running home to her

F#m                   A       F#m
She sat a table both long and wide.
                     A
on it put bread and wine.
                 F#m                    A
"Come eat, come drink, my three little babes.
                 B      F#m
Come eat, come drink of mine."

F#m                           A  F#m
"We want none of your bread, mother,
                    A
Neither do we want your wine,
            F#m              A
For yonder stands our savior deer,
        F#m     E     F#m
To his will we must resign."

F#m
"Green grass grows over our heads, mother,
                        A
Cold clay is under our feet,
          F#m               A
And every tear you shed for us,
              B      F#m
It wets our winding-sheet."



Capo 2:

 F#m - Em
 A   - G
 E   - D
 B   - A