The Brewer Lad

Intro FCFCGCFCG Verse 1 C In Perth there lived a bonnie lad F C A brewer tae his trade O An' he is courted Peggie Roy F G A young and handsome maid O Chorus C Wi' a fall dall diddle um a die dum doo G Wi' a fall dall diddle um a die doh Verse 2 C Well, he's courted her for seven lang years F C A' for tae gain her favour But there cam a lad oot a' Edinburgh toon F G Wha swore that he would have her Verse 3 C It's will ye gang alang wi' me F C An' will ye be ma honey? It's will ye gang alang wi' me F G An' leave your brewer laddie? Verse 4 C Oh, I will gang alang wi' you F C Alang wi' you I'll ride O I'll gang wi' you to the ends o' the earth F G Though I'm spoke to the brewer lad O Chorus C Wi' a fall dall diddle um a die dum doo G Wi' a fall dall diddle um a die doh Verse 5 C Oh, the brewer, he cam hame at een F C A-speirin' for his honey Her faither, he made this reply F G "She's no' been here since Monday" Verse 6 C Oh, wasna that an uncoo' ploy F C Wouldna onyone be offended Tae court wi' a lad for seven lang years F G And leave him at the end o't Chorus C Wi' a fall dall diddle um a die dum doo G Wi' a fall dall diddle um a die doh Verse 7 C Oh, be it so, and let her go F C For it shall never grieve me I'm a lad that's free, as you can see F G And a sma' thing will relieve me Verse 8 C There's as guid fish intae the sea F C As ever yet was taken I'll cast ma net an' try again F G Although I am forsaken Chorus C Wi' a fall dall diddle um a die dum doo G Wi' a fall dall diddle um a die doh Verse 9 C She's rambled up, she's rambled doon F C She's rambled through Kirkaldy Mony's the time she rued the day F G She jilt' her brewer laddie Verse 10 C He's taen his course an' awa' he's gaen F C The country he has fled O He's left nae sark upon her back F G Nor blanket on her bed O Chorus C Wi' a fall dall diddle um a die dum doo G Wi' a fall dall diddle um a die doh Verse 11 C The brewer, he set up in Perth F C And there he brews strang ale O He's courted wi' anither lass F G And taen her tae himsel' O Verse 12 C Ye lovers a', where'er ye be F C Just let this be a warnin' An' never slight your ane true love F G For fear you get a waur ane Chorus C Wi' a fall dall diddle um a die dum doo G Wi' a fall dall diddle um a die doh