Solas – Bonnie Mae chords
Chords:
[Intro] C [Verse]Dm7 CBonnie Mae a-shepherding's goneDm7 C GTo call the sheep to the foldC Dm7And aye, as she sang, her bonny voice, it rangG CRight over the tops of the downs, downsG COver the tops of the downs[Verse]Dm7 CThere came a troop of gentlemenDm7 C GAs they were riding byC Dm7And one of them has lighted downG CAnd he's asked of her the way, the wayGHe's asked of her the way[Verse]C Dm7 C"Ride on, ride on, you rank ridersDm7 C GYour steeds are stout and strongC Dm7For it's out of the fold I will not goG CFor fear you'll do me wrong, wrongGFear you'll do me wrong"[Verse]C Dm7 CNow he's taken her by the middle jipDm7 C GAnd by the green gown sleeveC Dm7And there he's had his will of herG CAnd he's asked of her no leave, no leaveGHe's asked of her no leave[Verse]C Dm7 C"Oh, I've ridden east and I've ridden westDm7 C GAnd I've ridden o'er the downsC Dm7But the bonniest lass that ever I sawGIs calling her sheep to the fold"[Verse]C Dm7 CShe has taken the milk pail on her headDm7 C GAnd she's gone lingering homeC Dm7And all her father said to herG CWas, "Daughter, you've done me wrong, wrongGDaughter, you've done me wrong"[Verse]C Dm7 CNow twenty weeks were gone and pastDm7 C GTwenty weeks and threeC Dm7And the lassie began to fret and to frownG CAnd to long for his twinkling eye, bright eyeGLong for his twinkling eye[Instrumental] F G C F G C F G C G [Verse]C Dm7 CNow it fell on a day, and a bonny summer's dayDm7 C GFor she walked out aloneC Dm7That selfsame troop of gentlemenG CCame a-riding o'er the downs, downsG CRiding o'er the downs[Verse]Dm7 C"Who got the babe with thee, Bonnie Mae?Dm7 C GWho got the babe in thy arms?"C Dm7For shame she blushed and aye, she saidG"I've a good man of my own"[Verse]C Dm7 C"You lie, you lie, you bonny, bonny MaeDm7 C GSo loud I hear you lieC Dm7Remember the misty, murky nightG CI lay in the fold with thee, with theeGI lay in the fold with thee[Verse]C Dm7 CNow he's lighted off his berry-brown steedDm7 C GHe's set the fair Mae onC Dm7"Go call out your fold, good father, yourselfG CShe'll ne'er call them again, againGShe'll ne'er call them again"[Verse]C Dm7 CFor he's the Lord of AchentriochDm7 C GWith fifty plough and threeC Dm7And he's taken away the bonniest lassG CIn all the south country, countryGIn all the south country