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