Wild Wild Berry chords

You[C#]ng man comes from hun[B]ting faint a[C#]nd weary
"What d[C#]oes ail my lo[B]rd, my deari[C#]e?”
"O Moth[C#]er dear, let [B]my bed be ma[C#]de
For I[E] feel the gripe of the wood[F#]y nig[E]htsh[C#]ade.

[CHORUS]

Now yo[C#]u young [B]men all who d[F#]o eat ful[C#]l well
And th[E]ey that sup r[F#]ight merry
‘Tis f[C#]ar better, I e[B]ntreat,
To hav[F#]e toads for y[C#]our meat
Than to e[A]at of the w[Bb]ild, w[F#]ild b[C#]erry

[C#]This young man he d[B]ied efts[C#]oon
[C#]By the light of a hu[B]nters’ m[C#]oon
‘[C#]Twas not by b[B]olt, nor yet[C#] by blade
B[E]ut the deathly gripe of the[F#] wood[E]y ni[C#]ghtshade

[CHORUS]

[C#]This lord’s false love, they han[B]ged her [C#]high
[C#]For her deeds were the cause o[B]f her love to [C#]die
[C#]And in her hair they entw[B]ined a b[C#]raid
O[E]f the leaves and the berrie[F#]s of [E]the [C#]woody nightshade