Back of the Moon - The Baron of Brackley

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