The Corries – The Black Douglas (Guitar)

       A             E
There was a man sae dark and true

      D        E         A
Wha Scotland loo`ed sae dear

  A                   E
There was a King wha lang will rue

      D         E         A
the Scots wha flayed him sair

     E                D       A
Gan cry the hounds o`Douglas vale

     E                 A
Gan string the Ettrik bow

A                      E
Gan warn the spears o´Liddiesdale

     D      E          A
that Edward leads the foe

   A                  E
He wore the cross oor Andrew wore

   D            E    A
by the steps o´Calvary

   A                 E
he won the sword oor Robert wore

       D     E     A
by the field o´Balvennie

     E                D     A
Gan shear the chains o´slavery

     E                 A
Gan dance my liege man lee

A                    E
Gan ring the bell o´liberty

    D       E       A
shod wi the metal free

   A                  E
He won his spurs doon by St.Bride

  D       E         A
upon the green she free

   A                E
He held the Leopard and the tide

        D     E       A
by the field o´Lintounie

    E                    D        A
Gan shine the shield yer father bore

     E                A
Gan strike yer metal free

A                       E
Gan shine the helm yer father wore

        D        E     A
by the field of Torwoodlee

    A                   E
he rode yin nicht when it was mirk

     D       E        A
doon by the leopards lair

   A                 E
he chased the tyrant in his shirt

  D        E         A
around the field sae fair

    E                D       A
Gan pack yer bags ye English loons

     E               A
Gan tak yer banners hame

A                     E
Gan tak yer king wha sought oor croon

  D          E       A
and lost the bloody game