Bogies Bonnie Belle

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[Verse 1]
   C      F      Dm      G        Am      G      Em
As I went out by Huntley town one evening for to fee
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With Bogie O' Cairnie and with him I did agree
   Em       F       Dm   G     Am      G         Em
To mind his two best horses or cart or harrow or plough
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Or anything about farm work that I very well should know


[Verse 2]
    C     F     Dm   G        Am       G  Em
Old Bogie had a daughter, her name was Isabelle
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She's the lily of the valley and the primrose of the dell
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And when she went out walking she took me for her guide
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Down by the burn of Cairnie, for to watch the small fish glide


[Instrumental]
G  Am  G  C  F  G  (2x)
C  F    C  F  G    (2x)


[Verse 3]
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When three long months were passed and gone, this lassie lost her bloom
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And the red fell from her rosy cheeks, and her eyes began to swoon
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And nine long months had passed and gone, she bore to me a son
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And I was quickly sent for, to see what could be done


[Instrumental]
C  Am   G  Am  G  Em   Dm    F  G  (2x)


[Verse 4]
  C         F       Dm    G        Am       G         Em
I said that I would marry her, but no, that would not do
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For you're not a match for my bonnie girl, and she's not a match for you
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Now she's married to a tinker lad that comes from Huntley town
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He sells pots and pans and paraffin lamps and he scours the country 'round


[Verse 5]
    C           F     Dm     G      Am    G       Em
Now maybe she's had a better match, Bogie can nae tell
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So farewell, ye lads o' Huntley town and to Bogie's bonnie belle
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So farewell, ye lads o' Huntley town and to Bogie's bonnie belle