Am            G                 Em7         F
Ae Whitsunday in Huntly toon, it's there I did agree
    C     F           G      Dm7                G
Wi' Bogie side o' Cairnie, a six-months for tae fee
    C         F                    Am                    F  Em
Tae drive his twa best horses, likewise his cairt and ploo
        Dm7   C      F                    Am                 G
And tae dee a thing aboot the fairm, that richt weel I could do

[Verse]
    Am           G            Em7         F
Noo Bogie had a dochter wha's name was Ysabelle
    C       F        G             Dm7              G
The floo'er o' her nation, there's nane her could excel
        C    F                        Am             F    Em
She had rosy cheeks and ruby lips and hair a darkish hue
        Dm7      C             F        Am             G
She was neat, complete and handsome and comely for tae view

[Verse]
    Am             G            Em7              F
One day she went a-ramblin' and chose me for her guide
    C      F                 G    Dm7            G
Tae tak' a pleasant walk wi' her alang by Cairnieside
       C          F                        Am                 F      Em
I have slipped my airm aboot her waist and tae the groond did slide
         Dm7        C      F                        Am            G
And it's there I've had ma first braw nicht wi' the Belle o' Bogieside

[Instrumental]
C  G  F  G
Dm7  G  F  G

[Verse]
    Am                 G            Em7            F
The blackbird sang sae sweetly, the mavis sang sae shrill
    C      F               G          Dm7                G
And a' the chorus o' their sang was, "There lies Bogie's Belle"
 C        F                  Am                F      Em
Amang the weeds o' Cairnie, upon the grass sae green
     Dm7     C          F        Am               G
Then she and I rose up again for fear we would be seen

[Verse]
     Am               G                     Em7             F
'Ere twenty weeks had passed and gone, this lassie lost her bloom
    C    F                    G        Dm7           G
Her rosy cheeks grew pale and wan, and she began tae swoon
     C     F                               Am                   F    Em
'Ere forty weeks had passed and gone, this maid brought forth a son
    Dm7   C       F            Am                G
And I was quickly sent for tae see what could be done

[Verse]
     Am             G         Em7            F
Auld Bogie heard my story and cried, "I am undone
      C    F             G       Dm7           G
Since ye beguiled my dochter, my sorrows are begun"
   C           F                               Am              F      Em
Ah says, "Auld man, ye're fairly richt," and I hung my heid in shame
      Dm7    C         F              Am               G
"I'll mairry Belle the morning, Ah'll gie the bairn ma name"

[Instrumental]
C  G  F  G
Dm7  G  F  G

[Verse]
    Am                G                 Em7               F
But though I said I'd wad the lass, na, na, that wouldnae dae
       C     F                 G          Dm7             G
"Ye're nae a fittin' match for Belle, nor she a match for ye"
       C       F                         Am              F    Em
And he sent me packin' doon the road wi' nae penny o' ma fee
    Dm7   C       F              Am                G
Sae a' ye lads o' Huntly toon, a lang fareweel tae ye

[Verse]
    Am                       G                Em7            F
And noo she's mairried wi' a tinklerlad wha's name is Soutar John
   C         F          G     Dm7           G
He hawks his pans and ladles aroon' by Fogieloan
    C           F                        Am          F     Em
And maybe she's got a better match, auld Bogie canna tell
         Dm7      C         F             Am             G
But it's me wha's ta'en the maidenheid o' Bogie's bonnie Belle