C
[Verse]
Dm7C
Bonnie Mae a-shepherding's gone
Dm7CG
To call the sheep to the fold
CDm7
And aye, as she sang, her bonny voice, it rang
GC
Right over the tops of the downs, downs
GC
Over the tops of the downs
[Verse]
Dm7C
There came a troop of gentlemen
Dm7CG
As they were riding by
CDm7
And one of them has lighted down
GC
And he's asked of her the way, the way
G
He's asked of her the way
[Verse]
CDm7C
"Ride on, ride on, you rank riders
Dm7CG
Your steeds are stout and strong
CDm7
For it's out of the fold I will not go
GC
For fear you'll do me wrong, wrong
G
Fear you'll do me wrong"
[Verse]
CDm7C
Now he's taken her by the middle jip
Dm7CG
And by the green gown sleeve
CDm7
And there he's had his will of her
GC
And he's asked of her no leave, no leave
G
He's asked of her no leave
[Verse]
CDm7C
"Oh, I've ridden east and I've ridden west
Dm7CG
And I've ridden o'er the downs
CDm7
But the bonniest lass that ever I saw
G
Is calling her sheep to the fold"
[Verse]
CDm7C
She has taken the milk pail on her head
Dm7CG
And she's gone lingering home
CDm7
And all her father said to her
GC
Was, "Daughter, you've done me wrong, wrong
G
Daughter, you've done me wrong"
[Verse]
CDm7C
Now twenty weeks were gone and past
Dm7CG
Twenty weeks and three
CDm7
And the lassie began to fret and to frown
GC
And to long for his twinkling eye, bright eye
G
Long for his twinkling eye
[Instrumental]
FGCFGCFGCG
[Verse]
CDm7C
Now it fell on a day, and a bonny summer's day
Dm7CG
For she walked out alone
CDm7
That selfsame troop of gentlemen
GC
Came a-riding o'er the downs, downs
GC
Riding o'er the downs
[Verse]
Dm7C
"Who got the babe with thee, Bonnie Mae?
Dm7CG
Who got the babe in thy arms?"
CDm7
For shame she blushed and aye, she said
G
"I've a good man of my own"
[Verse]
CDm7C
"You lie, you lie, you bonny, bonny Mae
Dm7CG
So loud I hear you lie
CDm7
Remember the misty, murky night
GC
I lay in the fold with thee, with thee
G
I lay in the fold with thee
[Verse]
CDm7C
Now he's lighted off his berry-brown steed
Dm7CG
He's set the fair Mae on
CDm7
"Go call out your fold, good father, yourself
GC
She'll ne'er call them again, again
G
She'll ne'er call them again"
[Verse]
CDm7C
For he's the Lord of Achentrioch
Dm7CG
With fifty plough and three
CDm7
And he's taken away the bonniest lass
GC
In all the south country, country
G
In all the south country