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[Intro] Bm F#m Bm F#m7 Bm x2 [Verse]
Oh, the Earl of Aboyne to London has F#mgone And Bmall his F#m7nobles wBmith him Sad was the heart of his lady F#mfair BeBmcause she F#m7could not go Bmwith him
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Oh, the DEarl of Aboyne to F#m7London has gone And Bmall his nobles F#7with him BmBetter he had stayed at F#mhome Or Bmtaken his F#m7lady Bmwith him
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And as she walked out upon the F#mgreen ABmmong the F#m7gentleBmwomen Sad was the letter that came to her F#mhand That her Bmlord was F#m7wed in BmLondon
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And as she looked over the castle F#mwall She Bmsaw two F#m7boys a-Bmrunning “What news, what news, my bonny little F#mboys What Bmnews have F#m7you of BmLondon?”
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“Oh, good Dnews, good news, my F#m7lady gay For the BmEarl of Aboyne is F#7coming And Bmere he's within two miles of your F#mwalls You Bmhear his F#m7bridles Bmringing”
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“Oh, my groom's all be well in F#mcall And Bmhappy all F#m7days are Bmshining Oh, gone are days spent on the F#mstays Since the Bmlord of AF#m7boyne is Bmcoming
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“And my mate's all be well in F#mcall And Bmhappier F#m7flowers are Bmshining And cover the stair with herbs sweet and F#mfair And the Bmfloors with the F#m7finest Bmlinen
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“And deck my body in the finest arF#mray My Bmhood of the F#m7brightest Bmlinen And my apron shall be of the good silk F#mcloth Since the Bmlord of AF#m7boyne is Bmcoming”
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So Dstately she stepped F#m7down the stair To Bmsee if he was F#7coming And her Bmgown was of the good green F#msilk Trimmed Bmwith her F#m7red silk Bmtrimming
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She's called to Kate, her waiting F#mmaid And BmJean, her F#m7gentleBmwoman “Come fetch me a glass of the very best F#mwine To Bmdrink his F#m7health, he's Bmcoming”
[Instrumental] Bm F#m Bm F#m7 Bm Bm F#m Bm F#m7 Bm D F#m7 Bm F#7 Bm F#m Bm F#m7 Bm [Verse]
She's gone out to the close to greet her F#mlord Says, “BmWelcome F#m7for your Bmcoming” She's gone out to the close to greet her F#mlord Says, “BmThrice welF#m7come from BmLondon”
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“Oh, if DI be of this F#m7welcome as you say Then Bmkiss me for my F#7coming For toBmmorrow should have been my wedding F#mday If I'd Bmstayed any F#m7longer in BmLondon”
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Oh, she's Dturned then around with a F#m7look of distaste Says, “BmWoe's me for your F#7coming Since toBmmorrow should have been your wedding F#mday Then go Bmkiss your F#m7whore in BmLondon”
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“My nobles, all come, mount your F#msteed I'm Bmsorry F#m7for my Bmcoming Tonight we shall lie at the bonny Bogie's F#mside Since toBmmorrow the F#m7course is to BmLondon”
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“Oh DTom, my man, run F#m7after him And Bmbeg him to take me F#7with him.” “Oh, I've Bmasked him once and I've asked him the F#mmore And it's Bmnever a mile you'll F#m7ride with Bmhim.”
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Then a year and a day she lived in F#mwoe And the Bmdoctors F#m7they were Bmdealing Until at last her heart it F#mbroke And Bmletters were F#m7sent to BmLondon
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When he saw the letters all edged in F#mblack Oh, he's Bmbound to F#m7grievest Bmweeping “Oh, she is dead that I loved F#mbest And I Bmhad but a F#m7heart in Bmkeeping.”
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There were fifteen of the noblest F#mlords That BmLondon F#m7could proBmvide him From their hose to their hat, they were all dressed in F#mblack To Bmmourn for F#m7bonny Peggy BmIrvine
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And the Dfarther he rode the F#m7sorer he wept For he Bmhad but a heart in F#7keeping “Oh, Bmsooner I had lost all the lands of AF#mboyne Than my Bmbonnie Peggy Irvine.”