Hur(G)ray, hurray the (C)jade’s a(D7)way,
Like a (G)rocket of air with her (C)banda(D7)let!
I’m (C)up in the (Am)air on my (G)bonny grey (Em)mare,
But I (G)see her yet, I see her yet.
I’ll ring the skirts o’ the gowden wain
Wi’ (C)curb an’ (Am)bit, wi’ (G)curb an’ (Em)bit;
An’ (G)catch the Bear by the frozen (G7)mane,-
An’ I (G)see her yet, I see her yet.
A(G)way, away, o’er (C)mountain an’ (D7)main,
To (G)sing at the morning’s (C)rosy (D7)yett;
An’ (C)water my (Am)mare at its (G)fountain (Em)clear,-
But I (G)see her yet, I see her yet.
Away, thou bonny witch o’ Fife,
On (C)foam of the (Am)air to (G)heave an’ (Em)flit,
An’ (G)little reck thou of a poet’s (G7)life,
For he (G)sees thee yet, he sees thee yet.
