The Baron of Brackley

Intro G C G D7 C (2x) Verse 1 G Em Doon Deeside cam Inveray, a-whistlin' an' playin' G C D7 An' he cam by Brackley's yetts ere the day was dawin' C G C D7 "Oh, are ye there, Brackley, and are ye within? C G C D7 Oor shairp swords are at yer yetts, an' we'll gaur your bluid spin" Verse 2 G Em "Rise up, Betsy Gordon, an' gie me my gun G C D7 For though I gang oot, love, sure I'll never come in C G C D7 Come kiss me, my Betsy, nor think I'm tae blame C G C D7 For though I hae ae man, I'm sure they hae ten" Verse 3 G Em When Brackley was mounted and rade on his horse G C D7 A bonnier baron ne'er rade o'er a course C G C D7 Twa gallanter Gordons did never swords draw C G C D7 But against three-and-thirty, fa's me, whit is twa? Verse 4 G Em Wi' their dirks and their broadswords, they did him surroun' G C D7 And they killed bonny Brackley wi' mony's a woun' C G C D7 Frae the heid o' the Dee tae the banks o' the Spey C G C D7 The Gordons shall mourn him and ban Inveray Instrumental G C G D7 C (2x) Verse 5 G Em Oh, cam ye by Brackley's yetts, an' cam ye by here? G C D7 An' saw ye his lady a-rivin' her hair? C G C D7 Oh, an' I cam by Brackley's yetts an' I cam by here C G C D7 An' I saw his fair lady, she wis makin' guid cheer Verse 6 G Em She was rantin' an' dancin' an' singin' wi' joy G C D7 An' vowin' that verra nicht, she would feast Inveray C G C D7 Well, she's laughed wi' him, danced wi' him, welcomed him in C G C D7 She was kind tae the murderer wha had slayed her guid man Verse 7 G Em Through hedges an' ditches ye canna be sure G C D7 But through the woods at Glentor, ye can slip in an hour C G C D7 An' it's up spak the babe, sittin' on his mither's knee C G C D7 Sayin', "Afore I'm a man, it's avenged I'll be" Outro G C G D7 C (2x)