C
[Verse]
Dm7 C
Bonnie Mae a-shepherding's gone
Dm7 C G
To call the sheep to the fold
C Dm7
And aye, as she sang, her bonny voice, it rang
G C
Right over the tops of the downs, downs
G C
Over the tops of the downs
[Verse]
Dm7 C
There came a troop of gentlemen
Dm7 C G
As they were riding by
C Dm7
And one of them has lighted down
G C
And he's asked of her the way, the way
G
He's asked of her the way
[Verse]
C Dm7 C
"Ride on, ride on, you rank riders
Dm7 C G
Your steeds are stout and strong
C Dm7
For it's out of the fold I will not go
G C
For fear you'll do me wrong, wrong
G
Fear you'll do me wrong"
[Verse]
C Dm7 C
Now he's taken her by the middle jip
Dm7 C G
And by the green gown sleeve
C Dm7
And there he's had his will of her
G C
And he's asked of her no leave, no leave
G
He's asked of her no leave
[Verse]
C Dm7 C
"Oh, I've ridden east and I've ridden west
Dm7 C G
And I've ridden o'er the downs
C Dm7
But the bonniest lass that ever I saw
G
Is calling her sheep to the fold"
[Verse]
C Dm7 C
She has taken the milk pail on her head
Dm7 C G
And she's gone lingering home
C Dm7
And all her father said to her
G C
Was, "Daughter, you've done me wrong, wrong
G
Daughter, you've done me wrong"
[Verse]
C Dm7 C
Now twenty weeks were gone and past
Dm7 C G
Twenty weeks and three
C Dm7
And the lassie began to fret and to frown
G C
And to long for his twinkling eye, bright eye
G
Long for his twinkling eye
[Instrumental]
F G C F G C F G C G
[Verse]
C Dm7 C
Now it fell on a day, and a bonny summer's day
Dm7 C G
For she walked out alone
C Dm7
That selfsame troop of gentlemen
G C
Came a-riding o'er the downs, downs
G C
Riding o'er the downs
[Verse]
Dm7 C
"Who got the babe with thee, Bonnie Mae?
Dm7 C G
Who got the babe in thy arms?"
C Dm7
For shame she blushed and aye, she said
G
"I've a good man of my own"
[Verse]
C Dm7 C
"You lie, you lie, you bonny, bonny Mae
Dm7 C G
So loud I hear you lie
C Dm7
Remember the misty, murky night
G C
I lay in the fold with thee, with thee
G
I lay in the fold with thee
[Verse]
C Dm7 C
Now he's lighted off his berry-brown steed
Dm7 C G
He's set the fair Mae on
C Dm7
"Go call out your fold, good father, yourself
G C
She'll ne'er call them again, again
G
She'll ne'er call them again"
[Verse]
C Dm7 C
For he's the Lord of Achentrioch
Dm7 C G
With fifty plough and three
C Dm7
And he's taken away the bonniest lass
G C
In all the south country, country
G
In all the south country
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