Bonnie St Johnstone Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

And use the powerchords for the D major.

If you get it right this is an awesome, sad and very hard song to sing.

cheers, J.

C♯mLeaned her back aEgainst an oak,A Edinburgh, BEdinburgh

C♯mLeaned her back Eagainst an oak, SAtirling for ay

DLeaned her back against C♯man oak, Afirst it bent and then it Bbroke

C♯mAnd Bonny ESt. Johnstone lies Afair upon Tay

Leaned her back against a thorn, Edinburgh, Edinburgh

Leaned her back against a thorn, Stirling for ay

Leaned her back against a thorn, two bonniest babes that e’er were born

And Bonny St. Johnstone lies fair upon Tay

She’s pulled out her snow-white breast, Edingburgh, Edinburg

She’s pulled out her snow-white breast, Stirling for ay

She’s pulled out her snow-white breast, and bid them suck, though it was the last

And Bonny St. Johnstone lies fair upon Tay

She pulled out out her little knife, Edinburgh, Edinburgh

She pulled out out her little knife, Stirling for ay

She pulled out out her little knife, And pirced away their tender life

And Bonny St. Johnstone lies fair upon Tay

Shes Washed the knife all in a brook, Edinburgh, Edinburgh

Shes Washed the knife all in a brook, Stirling for ay

Washed the knife all in a brook, The more she washed, the redder it looked

And Bonny St. Johnstone lies fair upon Tay

She looks over her father’s wall, Edinburgh, Edinburgh

She looks over her father’s wall, Stirling for ay

She looks over her father’s wall, And sees two babes a-playing at ball

And Bonny St. Johnstone lies fair upon Tay

O babes, if you were mine, Edinburgh, Edinburgh

O babes, if you were mine

O babes, if you were mine, I’d dress you in the silk so fine

And Bonny St. Johnstone lies fair upon Tay

Mother, when we were thine, Edinburgh, Edinburgh

Mother, when we were thine, Stirling for ay

Mother, when we were thine, around our necks you pulled the twine

And Bonny St. Johnstone lies fair upon Tay

Now were in the heaven so high, Edinburgh, Edinburgh

Now were in the heaven so high, Stirling for ay

Now were in the heaven so high, and in hell fires you shall die

And Bonny St. Johnstone lies fair upon Tay