C [Verse]Dm7 C Bonnie Mae a-shepherding's goneDm7 C G To call the sheep to the foldC Dm7 And aye, as she sang, her bonny voice, it rangG C Right over the tops of the downs, downsG C Over the tops of the downs [Verse]Dm7 C There came a troop of gentlemenDm7 C G As they were riding byC Dm7 And one of them has lighted downG C And he's asked of her the way, the wayG He's asked of her the way [Verse]C Dm7 C "Ride on, ride on, you rank ridersDm7 C G Your steeds are stout and strongC Dm7 For it's out of the fold I will not goG C For fear you'll do me wrong, wrongG Fear you'll do me wrong" [Verse]C Dm7 C Now he's taken her by the middle jipDm7 C G And by the green gown sleeveC Dm7 And there he's had his will of herG C And he's asked of her no leave, no leaveG He's asked of her no leaveContinúa después del anuncio[Verse]C Dm7 C "Oh, I've ridden east and I've ridden westDm7 C G And I've ridden o'er the downsC Dm7 But the bonniest lass that ever I sawG Is calling her sheep to the fold" [Verse]C Dm7 C She has taken the milk pail on her headDm7 C G And she's gone lingering homeC Dm7 And all her father said to herG C Was, "Daughter, you've done me wrong, wrongG Daughter, you've done me wrong" [Verse]C Dm7 C Now twenty weeks were gone and pastDm7 C G Twenty weeks and threeC Dm7 And the lassie began to fret and to frownG C And to long for his twinkling eye, bright eyeG 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 dayDm7 C G For she walked out aloneC Dm7 That selfsame troop of gentlemenG C Came a-riding o'er the downs, downsG 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 saidG "I've a good man of my own" [Verse]C Dm7 C "You lie, you lie, you bonny, bonny MaeDm7 C G So loud I hear you lieC Dm7 Remember the misty, murky nightG C I lay in the fold with thee, with theeG I lay in the fold with thee [Verse]C Dm7 C Now he's lighted off his berry-brown steedDm7 C G He's set the fair Mae onC Dm7 "Go call out your fold, good father, yourselfG C She'll ne'er call them again, againG She'll ne'er call them again" [Verse]C Dm7 C For he's the Lord of AchentriochDm7 C G With fifty plough and threeC Dm7 And he's taken away the bonniest lassG C In all the south country, countryG In all the south country
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