Old Blind Dogs - Battle of waterloo

^AmSpring comes to ^GKirrie, ^Call the world's in ^Gbloom ^CWinter is for^Dgiven now, fooled by ^CApril's ^Dbroom ^AmKirrie, oh ^GKirrie, ^Cyou were aye my ^Ghame 'Til Na^Am7poleon's bloody ^Gcannon hit their ^Daim

^AmJeanie, oh ^GJeanie, ^CI am surely ^Gdone ^CStricken down in ^Dbattle at the mooth o' ^CBoney's ^Dguns ^AmJeanie, oh ^GJeanie, ^Caye sae dear tae ^Gme Let me ^Am7hold you in my ^Gmind afore I ^Ddee

For the ^Amcold returns in ^Gautumn, when the ^Cwind rakes the trees And the ^Am7summer lies for^Fgotten in a ^Gcold bed of leaves As winter be^Fgins, aye, mind Boney,^Dm it ^Cwasn't only ^Gyou Who was ^Am7broken on the ^Gfield of Water^Dloo

^AmSurgeon, oh ^Gsurgeon, ^Cleave me wi' my ^Gpain ^CSave your knife for ^Dothers who will surely ^Crise a^Dgain ^AmSurgeon, oh ^Gsurgeon, ^Cleave my blood to ^Gpour Let it ^Am7drain into the ^Gbitter clay once ^Dmore

For the ^Amcold returns in ^Gautumn, when the ^Cwind rakes the trees And the ^Am7summer lies for^Fgotten in a ^Gcold bed of leaves As winter be^Fgins, aye, mind Boney,^Dm it ^Cwasn't only ^Gyou Who was ^Am7broken on the ^Gfield of Water^Dloo

^AmDaughter, oh ^Gdaughter, ^Clisten dear tae ^Gme ^CNever wed a ^Dsodger, or a widow ^Cyou will ^Dbe ^AmDaughter, oh ^Gdaughter, ^Ccurse your lad to ^Gdie 'Ere he ^Am7catches the re^Gcruitin' sergeant's ^Deye

For the ^Amcold returns in ^Gautumn, when the ^Cwind rakes the trees And the ^Am7summer lies for^Fgotten in a ^Gcold bed of leaves As winter be^Fgins, aye, mind Boney,^Dm it ^Cwasn't only ^Gyou Who was ^Am7broken on the ^Gfield of Water^Dloo

^AmBoney, oh ^GBoney, ^Cwar was aye your ^Ggame ^CBloody field your ^Dtable, cannon ^Cyours to ^Daim ^AmBoney, oh ^GBoney, ^Cwe aye lived the ^Gsame Drillin' ^Am7laddies not to ^Gfear the muskets' ^Dflame

For the ^Amcold returns in ^Gautumn, when the ^Cwind rakes the trees And the ^Am7summer lies for^Fgotten in a ^Gcold bed of leaves As winter be^Fgins, aye, mind Boney,^Dm it ^Cwasn't only ^Gyou Who was ^Am7broken on the ^Gfield of Water^Dloo

For the ^Amcold returns in ^Gautumn, when the ^Cwind rakes the trees And the ^Am7summer lies for^Fgotten in a ^Gcold bed of leaves As winter be^Fgins, aye, mind Boney,^Dm it ^Cwasn't only ^Gyou Who was ^Am7broken on the ^Gfield of Water^Dloo