WWW.AZCHORDS.COM | June Tabor - The Earl Of Aboyne Chords | Ver. 1
[Intro]
Bm F#m Bm F#m7 Bm x2
[Verse]
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Oh, the Earl of Aboyne to London has gone
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And all his nobles with him
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Sad was the heart of his lady fair
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Because she could not go with him
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Oh, the Earl of Aboyne to London has gone
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And all his nobles with him
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Better he had stayed at home
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Or taken his lady with him
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And as she walked out upon the green
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Among the gentlewomen
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Sad was the letter that came to her hand
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That her lord was wed in London
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And as she looked over the castle wall
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She saw two boys a-running
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“What news, what news, my bonny little boys
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What news have you of London?”
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D F#m7
“Oh, good news, good news, my lady gay
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For the Earl of Aboyne is coming
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And ere he's within two miles of your walls
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You hear his bridles ringing”
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“Oh, my groom's all be well in call
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And happy all days are shining
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Oh, gone are days spent on the stays
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Since the lord of Aboyne is coming
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“And my mate's all be well in call
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And happier flowers are shining
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And cover the stair with herbs sweet and fair
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And the floors with the finest linen
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“And deck my body in the finest array
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My hood of the brightest linen
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And my apron shall be of the good silk cloth
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Since the lord of Aboyne is coming”
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D F#m7
So stately she stepped down the stair
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To see if he was coming
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And her gown was of the good green silk
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Trimmed with her red silk trimming
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She's called to Kate, her waiting maid
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And Jean, her gentlewoman
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“Come fetch me a glass of the very best wine
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To drink his health, he's coming”
[Instrumental]
Bm F#m Bm F#m7 Bm
Bm F#m Bm F#m7 Bm
D F#m7 Bm F#7
Bm F#m Bm F#m7 Bm
[Verse]
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She's gone out to the close to greet her lord
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Says, “Welcome for your coming”
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She's gone out to the close to greet her lord
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Says, “Thrice welcome from London”
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D F#m7
“Oh, if I be of this welcome as you say
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Then kiss me for my coming
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For tomorrow should have been my wedding day
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If I'd stayed any longer in London”
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D F#m7
Oh, she's turned then around with a look of distaste
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Says, “Woe's me for your coming
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Since tomorrow should have been your wedding day
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Then go kiss your whore in London”
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“My nobles, all come, mount your steed
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I'm sorry for my coming
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Tonight we shall lie at the bonny Bogie's side
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Since tomorrow the course is to London”
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D F#m7
“Oh Tom, my man, run after him
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And beg him to take me with him.”
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“Oh, I've asked him once and I've asked him the more
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And it's never a mile you'll ride with him.”
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Then a year and a day she lived in woe
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And the doctors they were dealing
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Until at last her heart it broke
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And letters were sent to London
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When he saw the letters all edged in black
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Oh, he's bound to grievest weeping
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“Oh, she is dead that I loved best
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And I had but a heart in keeping.”
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There were fifteen of the noblest lords
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That London could provide him
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From their hose to their hat, they were all dressed in black
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To mourn for bonny Peggy Irvine
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And the farther he rode the sorer he wept
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For he had but a heart in keeping
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“Oh, sooner I had lost all the lands of Aboyne
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Than my bonnie Peggy Irvine.”
