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