The Earl Of Aboyne chords by June Tabor

Chords with lyrics

Intro:
B minorBm  F# minorF#m B minorBm F#m7F#m7 B minorBm x2

Verse:
                   F# minorF#m
Oh, the Earl of Aboyne to London has gone
  B minorBm   F#m7F#m7  B minorBm
And all his nobles with him
               F# minorF#m
Sad was the heart of his lady fair
 B minorBm    F#m7F#m7     B minorBm
Because she could not go with him

Verse:
    D MajorD         F#m7F#m7
Oh, the Earl of Aboyne to London has gone
  B minorBm       F#7F#7
And all his nobles with him
B minorBm           F# minorF#m
Better he had stayed at home
  B minorBm    F#m7F#m7 B minorBm
Or taken his lady with him

Verse:
                F# minorF#m
And as she walked out upon the green
 B minorBm    F#m7F#m7 B minorBm
Among the gentlewomen
                  F# minorF#m
Sad was the letter that came to her hand
     B minorBm    F#m7F#m7  B minorBm
That her lord was wed in London

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                 F# minorF#m
And as she looked over the castle wall
  B minorBm   F#m7F#m7  B minorBm
She saw two boys a-running
                    F# minorF#m
“What news, what news, my bonny little boys
   B minorBm    F#m7F#m7  B minorBm
What news have you of London?”

Verse:
     D MajorD          F#m7F#m7
“Oh, good news, good news, my lady gay
    B minorBm        F#7F#7
For the Earl of Aboyne is coming
  B minorBm                F# minorF#m
And ere he's within two miles of your walls
  B minorBm    F#m7F#m7  B minorBm
You hear his bridles ringing”

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                F# minorF#m
“Oh, my groom's all be well in call
  B minorBm    F#m7F#m7   B minorBm
And happy all days are shining
                F# minorF#m
Oh, gone are days spent on the stays
     B minorBm    F#m7F#m7   B minorBm
Since the lord of Aboyne is coming

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               F# minorF#m
“And my mate's all be well in call
  B minorBm   F#m7F#m7    B minorBm
And happier flowers are shining
                     F# minorF#m
And cover the stair with herbs sweet and fair
    B minorBm       F#m7F#m7  B minorBm
And the floors with the finest linen

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                 F# minorF#m
“And deck my body in the finest array
  B minorBm     F#m7F#m7   B minorBm
My hood of the brightest linen
                    F# minorF#m
And my apron shall be of the good silk cloth
     B minorBm    F#m7F#m7   B minorBm
Since the lord of Aboyne is coming”

Verse:
  D MajorD          F#m7F#m7
So stately she stepped down the stair
  B minorBm      F#7F#7
To see if he was coming
    B minorBm             F# minorF#m
And her gown was of the good green silk
    B minorBm    F#m7F#m7   B minorBm
Trimmed with her red silk trimming

Verse:
                 F# minorF#m
She's called to Kate, her waiting maid
  B minorBm    F#m7F#m7 B minorBm
And Jean, her gentlewoman
                    F# minorF#m
“Come fetch me a glass of the very best wine
  B minorBm    F#m7F#m7     B minorBm
To drink his health, he's coming”

Instrumental:
B minorBm  F# minorF#m B minorBm F#m7F#m7 B minorBm
Bm  F# minorF#m B minorBm F#m7F#m7 B minorBm
D MajorD  F#m7F#m7 B minorBm  F#7F#7
B minorBm  F# minorF#m B minorBm F#m7F#m7 B minorBm

Verse:
                     F# minorF#m
She's gone out to the close to greet her lord
    B minorBm   F#m7F#m7   B minorBm
Says, “Welcome for your coming”
                     F# minorF#m
She's gone out to the close to greet her lord
    B minorBm    F#m7F#m7   B minorBm
Says, “Thrice welcome from London”

Verse:
    D MajorD      F#m7F#m7
“Oh, if I be of this welcome as you say
   B minorBm       F#7F#7
Then kiss me for my coming
   B minorBm                 F# minorF#m
For tomorrow should have been my wedding day
    B minorBm     F#m7F#m7   B minorBm
If I'd stayed any longer in London”

Verse:
     D MajorD             F#m7F#m7
Oh, she's turned then around with a look of distaste
    B minorBm        F#7F#7
Says, “Woe's me for your coming
    B minorBm                  F# minorF#m
Since tomorrow should have been your wedding day
    B minorBm    F#m7F#m7   B minorBm
Then go kiss your whore in London”

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                 F# minorF#m
“My nobles, all come, mount your steed
  B minorBm  F#m7F#m7  B minorBm
I'm sorry for my coming
                     F# minorF#m
Tonight we shall lie at the bonny Bogie's side
    B minorBm     F#m7F#m7     B minorBm
Since tomorrow the course is to London”

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  D MajorD        F#m7F#m7
“Oh Tom, my man, run after him
  B minorBm         F#7F#7
And beg him to take me with him.”
     B minorBm                  F# minorF#m
“Oh, I've asked him once and I've asked him the more
     B minorBm         F#m7F#m7   B minorBm
And it's never a mile you'll ride with him.”

Verse:
                  F# minorF#m
Then a year and a day she lived in woe
    B minorBm   F#m7F#m7   B minorBm
And the doctors they were dealing
              F# minorF#m
Until at last her heart it broke
  B minorBm      F#m7F#m7  B minorBm
And letters were sent to London

Verse:
                   F# minorF#m
When he saw the letters all edged in black
     B minorBm    F#m7F#m7   B minorBm
Oh, he's bound to grievest weeping
               F# minorF#m
“Oh, she is dead that I loved best
   B minorBm    F#m7F#m7   B minorBm
And I had but a heart in keeping.”

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                 F# minorF#m
There were fifteen of the noblest lords
   B minorBm   F#m7F#m7   B minorBm
That London could provide him
                            F# minorF#m
From their hose to their hat, they were all dressed in black
  B minorBm    F#m7F#m7    B minorBm
To mourn for bonny Peggy Irvine

Verse:
    D MajorD          F#m7F#m7
And the farther he rode the sorer he wept
    B minorBm         F#7F#7
For he had but a heart in keeping
   B minorBm                 F# minorF#m
“Oh, sooner I had lost all the lands of Aboyne
    B minorBm
Than my bonnie Peggy Irvine.”