Gordon Bok - Rantin laddie
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Tuning: E A D G B E
[Intro]
G F G F G F G C G F G
[Verse]
Oft have I played at the cards and Fdice
With my Gbonnie Rantin' FLadGdie
But now I'm a-Fsitting in my Gfather's Chall
Singing Gba to my Fbastard baGby
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Oh, if I'd been wise as I've been Fnice
And Gdone what my bonnie lad Ftold Gme
I'd have been Fmarried a Gyear or Cmore
To my Gbonnie FRantin' GLaddie
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Oh, my father dear, he knows me Fnot
My Gmother she igFnores Gme
My friends and reFlations Gslight me Call
And the Gservants, Fthey quite Ghate me
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Is your love a lord or is he a Flaird
Or Gis he but a FcadGdie
That you so Foft call Gon his Cname
Your Gbonnie FRantin' GLaddie
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If I had a horse at my comFmand
As Goft times FI've had Gmany
I'd ride aFway to the Ggates of ACboyne
To my Gbonnie FRantin' GLaddie
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Then up and spake a kitchen Fboy
Saying, "GThough I'm but a FcadGdie
It's I will Frun to the GGates of ACboyne
With a Gletter to your FRantin' GLaddie"
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And as he ran through BuchanFshire
And GBuchan shone so FbonGnie
There he Fmet with the GEarl of ACboyne
That they Gcall the FRantin' GLaddie
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And when he looked the letter Fon
GOh, but he was FsorGry
"They've been Fcruel and Gfell unCkind
To out Gbonnie FRantin' LasGsie"
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Oh, my father dear, he knows me Fnot
My Gmother she igFnores Gme
My friends and reFlations Gslight me Call
And the Gservants, Fthey quite Ghate me
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Then get thee out five hundred Fmen
And Gsee that they Fride so Gbonny
We'll bring the Flassie Gback to ACboyne
Out Gbonnie FRantin' GLassie
[Instrumental]
G F G F G F G C G F G
[Verse]
When she was up behind his Fback
GWrapped in her hieland FplaiGdie
The birds in the Ftrees sang Gnever so Csweet
As the Gbonnie FRantin' GLassie
[Verse]
And they rode on through BuchanFshire
And GBuchan shone so FbonGnie
Rejoice, reFjoice ye Gbonnie maids Call
An' Gsee that ye Fbe not Gsorry
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If you lay your love on a lowland Flad
Be Gsure that he'll beFtray Gye
But lay your Flove on a Ghieland Clad
He'll do Gall that he can to Fraise Gye