[Intro]
G C G D7 C (2x)
[Verse 1]
Doon [G]Deeside cam Inveray, a-[Em]whistlin' an' playin'
An' [G]he cam by Brackley's yetts ere the [C]day was daw[D7]in'
"Oh, [C]are ye there, [G]Brackley, and [C]are ye with[D7]in?
Oor [C]shairp swords are [G]at yer yetts, an' we'll [C]gaur your bluid [D7]spin"
[Verse 2]
"Rise [G]up, Betsy Gordon, an' [Em]gie me my gun
For [G]though I gang oot, love, sure I'll [C]never come [D7]in
Come [C]kiss me, my [G]Betsy, nor [C]think I'm tae [D7]blame
For [C]though I hae [G]ae man, I'm [C]sure they hae [D7]ten"
[Verse 3]
When [G]Brackley was mounted and [Em]rade on his horse
A [G]bonnier baron ne'er [C]rade o'er a [D7]course
Twa [C]gallanter [G]Gordons did [C]never swords [D7]draw
But a[C]gainst three-and-[G]thirty, fa's [C]me, whit is [D7]twa?
[Verse 4]
Wi' their [G]dirks and their broadswords, they [Em]did him surroun'
And [G]they killed bonny Brackley wi' [C]mony's a [D7]woun'
Frae the [C]heid o' the [G]Dee tae the [C]banks o' the [D7]Spey
The [C]Gordons shall [G]mourn him and [C]ban Inve[D7]ray
[Instrumental]
G C G D7 C (2x)
[Verse 5]
Oh, [G]cam ye by Brackley's yetts, an' [Em]cam ye by here?
An' [G]saw ye his lady a-[C]rivin' her [D7]hair?
Oh, an' [C]I cam by [G]Brackley's yetts an' [C]I cam by [D7]here
An' I [C]saw his fair [G]lady, she wis [C]makin' guid [D7]cheer
[Verse 6]
She was [G]rantin' an' dancin' an' [Em]singin' wi' joy
An' [G]vowin' that verra nicht, she would [C]feast Inve[D7]ray
Well, she's [C]laughed wi' him, [G]danced wi' him, [C]welcomed him [D7]in
She was [C]kind tae the [G]murderer wha had [C]slayed her guid [D7]man
[Verse 7]
Through [G]hedges an' ditches ye [Em]canna be sure
But [G]through the woods at Glentor, ye can [C]slip in an [D7]hour
An' it's [C]up spak the [G]babe, sittin' [C]on his mither's [D7]knee
Sayin', "A[C]fore I'm a [G]man, it's a[C]venged I'll [D7]be"
[Outro]
G C G D7 C (2x)
G C G D7 C (2x)
[Verse 1]
Doon [G]Deeside cam Inveray, a-[Em]whistlin' an' playin'
An' [G]he cam by Brackley's yetts ere the [C]day was daw[D7]in'
"Oh, [C]are ye there, [G]Brackley, and [C]are ye with[D7]in?
Oor [C]shairp swords are [G]at yer yetts, an' we'll [C]gaur your bluid [D7]spin"
[Verse 2]
"Rise [G]up, Betsy Gordon, an' [Em]gie me my gun
For [G]though I gang oot, love, sure I'll [C]never come [D7]in
Come [C]kiss me, my [G]Betsy, nor [C]think I'm tae [D7]blame
For [C]though I hae [G]ae man, I'm [C]sure they hae [D7]ten"
[Verse 3]
When [G]Brackley was mounted and [Em]rade on his horse
A [G]bonnier baron ne'er [C]rade o'er a [D7]course
Twa [C]gallanter [G]Gordons did [C]never swords [D7]draw
But a[C]gainst three-and-[G]thirty, fa's [C]me, whit is [D7]twa?
[Verse 4]
Wi' their [G]dirks and their broadswords, they [Em]did him surroun'
And [G]they killed bonny Brackley wi' [C]mony's a [D7]woun'
Frae the [C]heid o' the [G]Dee tae the [C]banks o' the [D7]Spey
The [C]Gordons shall [G]mourn him and [C]ban Inve[D7]ray
[Instrumental]
G C G D7 C (2x)
[Verse 5]
Oh, [G]cam ye by Brackley's yetts, an' [Em]cam ye by here?
An' [G]saw ye his lady a-[C]rivin' her [D7]hair?
Oh, an' [C]I cam by [G]Brackley's yetts an' [C]I cam by [D7]here
An' I [C]saw his fair [G]lady, she wis [C]makin' guid [D7]cheer
[Verse 6]
She was [G]rantin' an' dancin' an' [Em]singin' wi' joy
An' [G]vowin' that verra nicht, she would [C]feast Inve[D7]ray
Well, she's [C]laughed wi' him, [G]danced wi' him, [C]welcomed him [D7]in
She was [C]kind tae the [G]murderer wha had [C]slayed her guid [D7]man
[Verse 7]
Through [G]hedges an' ditches ye [Em]canna be sure
But [G]through the woods at Glentor, ye can [C]slip in an [D7]hour
An' it's [C]up spak the [G]babe, sittin' [C]on his mither's [D7]knee
Sayin', "A[C]fore I'm a [G]man, it's a[C]venged I'll [D7]be"
[Outro]
G C G D7 C (2x)
