X:1
T:When Fishes Fly
T:No, my love, not I
C:Traditional
M:4/4
L:1/4
Q:1/4=110
K:G
P:Chorus
G | "G"(B<c)d(e/f/) | (g<d)(cB) | "C"c>deg | "D"d3
w:When fish-es fly and_ swal-lows die_ young men will prove true
G/B/ | "G"dd/e/ "C"(c/B/A/G/) | "D"FG2G  | "C"c>d"D"B(A/G/) | "G"G3
w:There's a herb in my fa_ther's_ gar-den and some they call it_ rue.
P:Verse
(B/c/) | "G"d(d/e/) "C"(c/B/) (A/G/) | "D"(FG)AB | "C"c>dBA | "G"G3
w:As_ I walk-ed out_ one_ morn-ing; it was in the month of May
Bcd(e/f/) | "G"gdcB | "C"cdeg | "D"d3
w:There I spied a_ fair young maid a-gath'r-ing of sweet may
B | "C"cdef | "G"gdcB | "C"cdeg | "D"d3
w:I asked of her to bed with me; I'd marry her by and by
G/B/ | "G"d(d/e/) "C"(c/B/) (A/G/) | "D"FGAB | "C"c>d"D"B(A/G/) | "G"G3||
w:But the ans-wer_ that_ she_ gave me was, O no my love not_ I.
W:
W:So we walked and we talked together till at length we did agree
W:To sit down on a mossy bank beneath the shady trees
W:The blackbirds and the sweet song thrush flew in and out the bush
W:And the song they sang in chorus was, O no my love, not I.
W:
W:Now twenty weeks being over, she grew thick around the waist
W:This poor girl she grew pale and wan, her stays they would not lace
W:Her gown it would not pin my boys her apron strings won't tie
W:And she rued the day she said to him, No my love, not I.
W:
W:So she wrote a letter to her true love to come immediately.
W:The answer he that sent to her was No my love, not I
W:Supposing I should come to you, on me they'd put the blame
W:My parents would be angry and friends would me disdain.
W:
W:And all the very best thing I can advise you for to do
W:Go take your baby on your back, begging you should go
W:And when that you grow weary you can sit you down and cry
W:And think on the day you said to me, No my love, not I.