| C | D |
| G | C | G | D | |
| Fair thee | well cold | winter and fair thee well cold | frost, |
| G | C | G | A | D | |
| For | nothing | have I | gained, but my own true | love I've | lost, |
| D | G | C | D | |
| I'll | sing and I'll be | merry, when o | ccassion | I do see, |
| G | C | G | D | G | |
| She's a | farse de | luded | young girl, let her | go, fair-well | she. |
| G | D | G | Bm | C | G | D | |
| And | all a | round my | hat, | I | will | wear the green | willow, |
| G | D | G | Bm | C | G | A | D | |
| And | all a | round my | hat, | for | a | twelve month | and a | day, |
| G | C | D | |
| And if anyone should | ask me the | reason why I'm | wearing it, |
| G | C | G | D | G | |
| It's | all | for my | true love, who's | far, far a | way. |
| Solo: C, G, D, G / C, G, D, G |
| F, C, D, C / F, C, D, C |
| C, G, D, G / C, G, D, G, D, C. |
| That's basically the chords for the chorus and verses. Any queries, PM me :) |