Judy Collins - Lord gregory

I ^Cam a queen's daughter, I come from Aber^Bbdeen In ^Csearch of Lord Gregory, pray ^Dgod I find ^Ghim The ^Crain beats on my yellow head, the dew wets my ^Bbskin My ^Cwee babe's cold in my arms, Lord ^DGregory, let me ^Gin

Lord ^CGregory, he is not here, I swear, can't be ^Bbseen He's ^Cgone to bonny Scotland for to ^Dbring home a fair ^Gqueen So ^Cleave now these portals and likewise this ^Bbhall For it's ^Cdeep in the sea, you should ^Dfind you down^Gfall

Oh, ^Cdon't you remember, love, that night in Aber^Bbdeen When ^Cwe exchanged rings, love, and ^DI against my ^Gwill ^CYours was pure silver and mine was but ^Bbtin ^CYours cost a guinea and ^Dmine but a ^Gpin

My ^Ccurse on you, Mother, my curse being ^Bbsore I ^Cdreamed that my true love come a ^Dknocking at the ^Gdoor Lie ^Cdown now, my foolish son, lie down and ^Bbsleep Twas ^Conly a servant girl lies ^Ddrowned in the ^Gdeep

Go ^Csaddle my black horse, the brown or the ^Bbbay Go ^Csaddle the fastest horse in my ^Dstable this ^Gday I'll ^Cride over mountains and valleys so ^Bbwide I'll ^Cfind the girl that I love and ^Dride by her ^Gside