Аккорды Daoiri Farrell - Bogies Bonnie Belle

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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As I rode down by Huntley's town one evening for to fee
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I met with Bogie O' Cairnie and with him I did agree
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To care for his two best horses or cart or harrow or plow
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Or anything about farmwork that I very well should know

[Verse 2]
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Well ol' Bogie he had a daughter and her name was Isabelle
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She was the lily of the valley and primrose of the dell
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And when she went a walking, oh she took me for her guide
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Down by the Burn of Cairnie for to watch the small fish glide

[Instrumental]
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[Verse 3]
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And when three months were passed and gone, well this girl 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 another six months they were passed and gone, and she bore to me a son
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And I was straight sent for to see what could be done

[Verse 4]
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Well I said that I would marry her, oh but no, this would never do
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For you're no match for the bonnie wee girl, and she's no match for you
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And now she's married to a tinker lad, who comes from Huntley's town
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He sells pots and pans and paraffin lamps, and he scours the country 'round

[Verse 5]
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And maybe she's had a better match, Ol' Bogie he can nae tell
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So fare thee well me boys o' Huntley's town, and to Bogie's bonnie belle