The Corries – Gaberlunzie King (Guitar)

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There was a jolly beggar, and a-begging he was boun,

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And he took up his quarters intae a land’art town,

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we’ll gang nae mair a-ro-vin'

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Sae late intae the nicht;

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And we’ll gang nae mair a-rovin'

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Let the moon shine ne’er sae brecht.

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and we’ll gang nae mair a-ro-vin'

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He'd never lie intae the barn, or yet intae the byre,

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But in behint the ha’door, or else beyont' the fire.

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we’ll gang nae mair a-ro-vin'

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Sae late intae the nicht;

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And we’ll gang nae mair a-rovin'

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Let the moon shine ne’er sae brecht.

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and we’ll gang nae mair a-ro-vin'

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Up raise the goodman’s dochter and for to bar the do-or,

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And there she saw the beggar man standin’an the floor.

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we’ll gang nae mair a-ro-vin'

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Sae late intae the nicht;

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And we’ll gang nae mair a-rovin'

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Let the moon shine ne’er sae brecht.

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and we’ll gang nae mair a-ro-vin'

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He took the lassie by the airm, and tae the nook he ran,

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O hooly, hooly wi’ me, sir, ye’ll waken our goodman.

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we’ll gang nae mair a-ro-vin'

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Sae late intae the nicht;

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And we’ll gang nae mair a-rovin'

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Let the moon shine ne’er sae brecht.

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and we’ll gang nae mair a-ro-vin'

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And he took out his wee penknife, loot a’ his duddies fa’,

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And he stood the brawest gentleman there was amang them a’.

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we’ll gang nae mair a-ro-vin'

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Sae late intae the nicht;

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And we’ll gang nae mair a-rovin'

        D          G         A
Let the moon shine ne’er sae brecht.

          D               G  D
and we’ll gang nae mair a-ro-vin'