Artist: Karan Casey
Capo 4
[VERSE 1]
Young [G]Roger the miller came [D]courting of [G]late
To a farmer's fine daughter called [Em]beautiful [C]Kate
She [G]had for her fortune a [Bm]many fine things
[Am]Beautiful silks and gold, [D]diamonds and rings
Her [G]father, he [D]gave her a [C]neat plot of [Bm]ground
She had [Em]also a fortune
She had [C]also a [Bm]fortune of [D]five hundred [G]pounds [C] [G] [D]
[VERSE 2]
Then the [G]money and supper, they [D]both were laid [G]down
Well, it was a great sight to see [Em]five hundred [C]pounds
The [G]sight of that money and [Bm]beauty likewise
Made [Am]Roger's heart greedy and [D]dazzled his eyes
"[G]Now that your [D]daughter and [C]money is [Bm]here
'Tis [Em]I will not have her
'Tis [C]I will not [Bm]have her with[D]out that grey [G]mare"[C] [G] [D]
[VERSE 3]
Then the [G]money and supper were [D]taken from [G]sight
And likewise young Kathy, his [Em]own heart's de[C]light
[G]Roger was taken and [Bm]shown out the door
And [Am]ordered not for to come [D]there anymore
'Twas [G]then he did [D]tear at his [C]long yellow [Bm]hair
Saying, "I [Em]wish I had never
I [C]wish I had [Bm]never spoke [D]of that grey [G]mare"[C] [G] [D]
[VERSE 4]
Now it [G]was when six months, they were [D]over and [G]past
And Roger the miller, he [Em]met with his [C]lass
"I [G]think I do know you then, [Bm]madam," said he
"I [Am]am the same way with you, [D]sir," said she
"A [G]man with your [D]features with [C]fine yellow [Bm]hair
Oh, he [Em]once came a-courting
He [C]once came a-[Bm]courting my [D]father's grey [G]mare"
[INSTRUMENTAL]
[G] [C] [G] [D] [G] [C] [G] [D]
[G] [C] [G] [D] [G] [C] [G] [D]
[VERSE 5]
"Well, it [G]was not a-courting the [D]grey mare I [G]came
But you, my own jewel, my [Em]Kathy by [C]name
I [G]thought that your father would [Bm]never dispute
To [Am]give me the grey mare with [D]you to boot
And [G]not to risk [D]lose such a [C]dutiful [Bm]son
Oh, it's [Em]now I am sorry
It's [C]now I am [Bm]sorry for [D]what I have [G]done" [D]
[VERSE 6]
"For your [G]sorrow, young Roger, I have [D]little re[G]gard
For there's plenty of men in this [Em]town to be [C]had
If [G]you forgot the grey mare, you'd be [Bm]married, you see
But [Am]now you have neither the [D]grey mare nor me
The [G]price of that [D]mare, it was [C]never so [Bm]great
Oh, [Em]fare you well, Roger
Oh, [C]fare you well, [Bm]Roger, you're a [D]sorrowful [G]state" [C] [G] [D]
[VERSE 7]
Now [G]Roger's away to his [D]desolate [G]home
And he sighs as he sits there and [Em]sups all a[C]lone
[G]Kathy, she sings, she is [Bm]happy and gay
She has [Am]wed a young miller who [D]works the long day
[G]Lads, when you're [D]courting, be [C]always a[Bm]ware
To [Em]court with a young maid
To [C]court with a [Bm]young maid and [D]not the grey [G]mare
[OUTRO]
[G] [C] [G] [D] [G] [C] [G] [D]
[G] [C] [G] [D] [G] [C] [G] [D]
[G]
[VERSE 1]
Young [G]Roger the miller came [D]courting of [G]late
To a farmer's fine daughter called [Em]beautiful [C]Kate
She [G]had for her fortune a [Bm]many fine things
[Am]Beautiful silks and gold, [D]diamonds and rings
Her [G]father, he [D]gave her a [C]neat plot of [Bm]ground
She had [Em]also a fortune
She had [C]also a [Bm]fortune of [D]five hundred [G]pounds [C] [G] [D]
[VERSE 2]
Then the [G]money and supper, they [D]both were laid [G]down
Well, it was a great sight to see [Em]five hundred [C]pounds
The [G]sight of that money and [Bm]beauty likewise
Made [Am]Roger's heart greedy and [D]dazzled his eyes
"[G]Now that your [D]daughter and [C]money is [Bm]here
'Tis [Em]I will not have her
'Tis [C]I will not [Bm]have her with[D]out that grey [G]mare"[C] [G] [D]
[VERSE 3]
Then the [G]money and supper were [D]taken from [G]sight
And likewise young Kathy, his [Em]own heart's de[C]light
[G]Roger was taken and [Bm]shown out the door
And [Am]ordered not for to come [D]there anymore
'Twas [G]then he did [D]tear at his [C]long yellow [Bm]hair
Saying, "I [Em]wish I had never
I [C]wish I had [Bm]never spoke [D]of that grey [G]mare"[C] [G] [D]
[VERSE 4]
Now it [G]was when six months, they were [D]over and [G]past
And Roger the miller, he [Em]met with his [C]lass
"I [G]think I do know you then, [Bm]madam," said he
"I [Am]am the same way with you, [D]sir," said she
"A [G]man with your [D]features with [C]fine yellow [Bm]hair
Oh, he [Em]once came a-courting
He [C]once came a-[Bm]courting my [D]father's grey [G]mare"
[INSTRUMENTAL]
[G] [C] [G] [D] [G] [C] [G] [D]
[G] [C] [G] [D] [G] [C] [G] [D]
[VERSE 5]
"Well, it [G]was not a-courting the [D]grey mare I [G]came
But you, my own jewel, my [Em]Kathy by [C]name
I [G]thought that your father would [Bm]never dispute
To [Am]give me the grey mare with [D]you to boot
And [G]not to risk [D]lose such a [C]dutiful [Bm]son
Oh, it's [Em]now I am sorry
It's [C]now I am [Bm]sorry for [D]what I have [G]done" [D]
[VERSE 6]
"For your [G]sorrow, young Roger, I have [D]little re[G]gard
For there's plenty of men in this [Em]town to be [C]had
If [G]you forgot the grey mare, you'd be [Bm]married, you see
But [Am]now you have neither the [D]grey mare nor me
The [G]price of that [D]mare, it was [C]never so [Bm]great
Oh, [Em]fare you well, Roger
Oh, [C]fare you well, [Bm]Roger, you're a [D]sorrowful [G]state" [C] [G] [D]
[VERSE 7]
Now [G]Roger's away to his [D]desolate [G]home
And he sighs as he sits there and [Em]sups all a[C]lone
[G]Kathy, she sings, she is [Bm]happy and gay
She has [Am]wed a young miller who [D]works the long day
[G]Lads, when you're [D]courting, be [C]always a[Bm]ware
To [Em]court with a young maid
To [C]court with a [Bm]young maid and [D]not the grey [G]mare
[OUTRO]
[G] [C] [G] [D] [G] [C] [G] [D]
[G] [C] [G] [D] [G] [C] [G] [D]
[G]
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