The Blackbird and the Thrush – lyrics and chords

The chords to The Blackbird and the Thrush presented here in the key of A minor. Use our chord converter to play the song in other keys. The lyrics are a story about the joys of being single and the stresses of being married.

 
Am 
One evening as I walked down by  
Dm 
yon green  
Em 
bush
 
I  
Am 
heard two birds whistling; the  
Dm 
blackbird and the  
Am 
thrush
 
I asked them the  
Em 
reason they  
Am 
were so mer
Em 
ry
 
The  
Am 
answer they  
Dm 
gave 
 
 
Am 
me: They were single  
Em 
and 
 
 
Am 
free.

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I sent my love a red rose, a red so fine
She sent me back an answer mixed with rue and thyme
Saying: “Keep your red rose and I’ll keep my thyme
And drink you to your true love and I’ll drink to mine.”

I sent my lover a letter to see if she’d mourn
She sent me back an answer; she could do her own turn.
I can work or sit idle, if occasion I see
I can rest when I’m tired, he is no match for me.

Oh, meeting’s a pleasure and parting’s a grief
And an inconstant lover is worse than a thief
For a thief can but rob you, steal all that you have
But and inconstant lover would send you to your grave.

The Blackbird and the Thrush lyrics and chords print version

Am 
One evening as I walked down by  
Dm 
yon green  
Em 
bush
 
I  
Am 
heard two birds whistling; the  
Dm 
blackbird and the  
Am 
thrush
 
I asked them the  
Em 
reason they  
Am 
were so mer
Em 
ry
 
The  
Am 
answer they  
Dm 
gave 
 
 
Am 
me: They were single  
Em 
and 
 
 
Am 
free.

I sent my love a red rose, a red so fine
She sent me back an answer mixed with rue and thyme
Saying: “Keep your red rose and I’ll keep my thyme
And drink you to your true love and I’ll drink to mine.”

I sent my lover a letter to see if she’d mourn
She sent me back an answer; she could do her own turn.
I can work or sit idle, if occasion I see
I can rest when I’m tired, he is no match for me.

Oh, meeting’s a pleasure and parting’s a grief
And an inconstant lover is worse than a thief
For a thief can but rob you, steal all that you have
But and inconstant lover would send you to your grave.