Underneath Her Apron chords

[INTRO]
[C] [G] [C] [G]

[VERSE]
A [C]pretty young girl all [F]in the month of [G]May
[G]A gathering rushes just at the break of day
But be[Am]fore she's come home, she has [G]born a little son
And she's [C]rolled him all [G]underneath her [C]ap[G]ron

[VERSE]
All [C]in the first part of the night, when [F]all were fast a[G]sleep
[G]This pretty little baby, oh, it began to weep
"Oh, [Am]what's that little babe that's a-[G]crying out so shrill
In the [C]bedroom a[G]mong the pretty [C]mai[G]dens?"

[VERSE]
"Oh [C]father, dear father, it's [F]nothing then," said [G]she
"[G]It's just a little bird that my sister gave to me
And I'll [Am]build for it a nest and I'll [G]warm it on my breast
So that [C]it won't wake you [G]early in the [C]May [G]morning"

[VERSE]
All [C]in the last part of the night, when [F]they were fast a[G]sleep
[G]This pretty little baby, again began to weep
"Oh, [Am]what's that little babe that's [G]crying out so clear
In the [C]bedroom a[G]mong the pretty [C]mai[G]dens?"

[VERSE]
"Oh [C]father, dear father, it's [F]nothing then" said [G]she
"[G]It's just a little baby that someone gave to me
Let it [Am]lie, let it sleep this [G]night along o' me
And I'll [C]tell to you its [G]daddy in the [C]May [G]morning"

[VERSE]
"Oh, [C]was it by a black man or [F]was it by a [G]brown
[G]Or was it by a ploughing-boy, a-ploughing up and down
That [Am]gave you the stranger you [G]wear with your new gown
That you've [C]rolled up [G]underneath your [C]ap[G]ron?'

[VERSE]
"It [C]wasn't by a black man and it [F]wasn't by a [G]brown
[G]But it was by a sailor lad, that ploughs the watery main
And was [Am]him gave me the stranger I [G]wear with my new gown
That I've [C]rolled up [G]underneath me [C]ap[G]ron"

[VERSE]
"Oh, [C]was it in the kitchen got, or [F]was it in the [G]hall?
[G]Or was it in the cowshed or up against the wall?
I [Am]wish I had a firebrand to [G]burn the building down
Where you [C]met with [G]him on a [C]May [G]morning"

[VERSE]
"It [C]wasn't in the kitchen-room got, it [F]wasn't in the [G]hall
[G]It wasn't in the cowshed, nor up again the wall
It was [Am]down by yonder spring, where them [G]pretty birds do sing
That I [C]met with [G]him on a [C]May [G]morning"