I Have A Song To Sing, O! chords and lyrics - PETER, PAUL & MARY

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[Verse 1]
[D]
I have a song to sing,
O! (Sing me your song, O!)
It is sung to the moon by a [A]love- lorn loon
Who [D]fled from the mocking [A]throng- o
It's the [D]song of a merry man
[A]moping mum
Whose [D]soul was sad and whose
[A]glance was glum
Who [D]sipped no sup and who
[A]craved no crumb
As he [D]sighed for the [A]love of a [D]lady.

[Verse 2]
Hey- [A]di, [G]hey- [D]di, [A]misery me,
[D]lack- a- day- de
He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb
As he sighed for the [A]love of a
[D]lady.[A][G][D][A]
[D]

[Verse 3]
[A][D]
I have a song to sing,
O! (What is your song, O?)
It is sung with the ring of
the [A]songs maids sing
Who [D]loved with a love life- [A]long- o
It's a [D]song [A]of a merry maid peerly proud
Who [D]loved a lord and who [A]laughed aloud
At the [D]moan of the merry man
[A]moping mum
Whose [D]soul was sad and whose
[A]glance was glum
Who [D]sipped no sup and who
[A]craved no crumb
As he [D]sighed for the [A]love of a [D]lady.
Hey- [A]di, [G]hey- [D]di,

[Verse 4]
[A]misery me,
[D]lack- a- day- de
He sipped no sup and he craved no
crumb
As he sighed for the [A]love of a
[D]lady.[A]
[G][D][A][D]
[A][D]

[Verse 5]
I have a song to sing,
O! (Sing me your song, O)
It is sung to the knell of a
[A]church- yard bell
And a [D]doleful dirge ding- [A]dong o
It's a [D]song of a popinjay [A]bravely born
Who [D]turned up his noble [A]nose with scorn
At the [D]humble [A]merry maid peerly proud
Who [D]loved a lord and who [A]laughed aloud
At the [D]moan of a merry man
[A]moping mum
Whose [D]soul was sad and whose
[A]glance was glum
Who [D]sipped no sup and who
[A]craved no crumb
As he [D]sighed for the [A]love of a [D]lady.
Hey- [A]di, [G]hey- [D]di, [A]misery

[Verse 6]
me,
[D]lack- a- day- de
He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb
As he sighed for the [A]love of a
[D]lady.[A][G]
[D][A][D]

[Verse 7]
[A][D]
I have a song to sing, O!
(I have a song to sing)
I have a song to sing- o!
It is sung with a sigh and a [A]tear in

[Verse 8]
the eye for
it [D]tells of a righted [A]wrong- o
It's a [D]song of the merry maid [A]once so gay
Who [D]turned on her heel
and [A]tripped away
From the [D]peacock popinjay [A]bravely born
who [D]turned up his noble [A]nose with scorn
At the [D]humble heart that he [A]did not prize
So she [D]begged on her knees with
[A]downcast eyes
For the [D]love of the merry man
[A]moping mum
Whose [D]soul was sad and whose
[A]glance was glum
Who [D]sipped no sup and who
[A]craved no crumb
As he [D]sighed for the [A]love of a [D]lady.
Hey- [A]di, [G]hey-

[Verse 9]
[D]di, [A]misery me,
[D]lack- a- day- de,
His pains were o'er and he sighed no more
For he lived in the [A]love of a [D]lady.

[Verse 10]
Hey- [A]di, [G]hey- [D]di, his pains were o'er
And he sighed no more
For he lived in the [A]love of a [D]lady.