Solas - Bonnie mae

Bonnie Mae a-^Dm7shepherding's ^Cgone To ^Dm7call the ^Csheep to the ^Gfold And ^Caye, as she sang, her bonny voice, it ^Dm7rang Right ^Gover the tops of the downs, ^Cdowns Over the tops of the ^Gdowns ^C

There came a troop of ^Dm7gentle^Cmen As ^Dm7they were ^Criding ^Gby And ^Cone of them has lighted ^Dm7down And he's ^Gasked of her the way, the ^Cway He's asked of her the ^Gway

"Ride ^Con, ride on, you ^Dm7rank ri^Cders Your ^Dm7steeds are ^Cstout and ^Gstrong For it's ^Cout of the fold I will not ^Dm7go For ^Gfear you'll do me wrong, ^Cwrong Fear you'll do me ^Gwrong"

Now he's ^Ctaken her ^Dm7by the middle ^Cjip And ^Dm7by the ^Cgreen gown ^Gsleeve And ^Cthere he's had his will of ^Dm7her And he's ^Gasked of her no leave, no ^Cleave He's asked of her no ^Gleave

"Oh, ^CI've ridden east and ^Dm7I've ridden ^Cwest And ^Dm7I've ridden ^Co'er the ^Gdowns But the ^Cbonniest lass that ever I ^Dm7saw Is ^Gcalling her sheep to the fold"

She has ^Ctaken the milk pail ^Dm7on her ^Chead And ^Dm7she's gone ^Clingering ^Ghome And all her ^Cfather said to ^Dm7her Was, "^GDaughter, you've done me wrong, ^Cwrong Daughter, you've done me ^Gwrong"

Now ^Ctwenty weeks were ^Dm7gone and ^Cpast ^Dm7Twenty ^Cweeks and ^Gthree And the ^Classie began to fret and to ^Dm7frown And to ^Glong for his twinkling eye, bright ^Ceye Long for his twinkling ^Geye

Now it ^Cfell on a day, and a ^Dm7bonny summer's ^Cday For ^Dm7she walked ^Cout a^Glone That ^Cselfsame troop of gentle^Dm7men Came a-^Griding o'er the downs, ^Cdowns Riding o'er the ^Gdowns ^C

"Who got the babe with ^Dm7thee, Bonnie ^CMae? Who ^Dm7got the ^Cbabe in thy ^Garms?" For shame she ^Cblushed and aye, she ^Dm7said "I've a ^Ggood man of my own"

"You ^Clie, you lie, you ^Dm7bonny, bonny ^CMae So ^Dm7loud I ^Chear you ^Glie Re^Cmember the misty, murky ^Dm7night I ^Glay in the fold with thee, with ^Cthee I lay in the fold with ^Gthee

Now he's ^Clighted off his ^Dm7berry-brown ^Csteed He's ^Dm7set the ^Cfair Mae ^Gon "Go ^Ccall out your fold, good father, your^Dm7self She'll ^Gne'er call them again, a^Cgain She'll ne'er call them a^Ggain"

For ^Che's the Lord of ^Dm7Achen^Ctrioch With ^Dm7fifty ^Cplough and ^Gthree And he's ^Ctaken away the bonniest ^Dm7lass In ^Gall the south country, coun^Ctry In all the south coun^Gtry