Am  Em  Am  Dm  (2x)

[Verse 1]
    Am         D             F         Dm
One morning in springtime as day was a-dawning
       Am                     C        D
Bright Phoebus had risen from over the lea
  Am           Em        F            Dm
I spied a fair maiden as homeward she wandered
     Em          D             F        G   Am    D
From herding her flocks on the hills of Glenshee


[Verse 2]
  Am        D              F          Dm
I stood in amazement, says I, "Pretty fair maid
   Am                        C                D
If you will come down to St. John's Town with me
        Am           Em       F          Dm
There's ne'er been a lady set foot in my castle
        Em           D            F       G    Am    D
There's ne'er been a lady dressed grander than thee"


[Verse 3]
  Am            D         F          Dm
A coach and six horses to go at your bidding
    Am                            C           D
And all men that speak shall say "Ma'am" unto thee
     Am          Em            F          Dm
Fine servants to serve you and go at your bidding
     Em          D               F       G   Am    D  Am  D
I'll make you my bride, my sweet lass of Glenshee


[Verse 4]
    Am        D             F           Dm
"Oh what do I care for your castles and coaches?
    Am                      C          D
And what do I care for your gay grandeury?
    Am        Em         F          Dm
I'd rather be home at my cot, at my spinning
   Em         D             F        G   Am    D
Or herding my flocks on the hills of Glenshee"


[Verse 5]
  Am            D            F        Dm
"Away with such nonsense and get up beside me
     Am                        C              D
E'er summer comes on, my sweet bride you will be
    Am         Em          F        Dm
And then in my arms I will gently caress thee"
      Em          D         F        G    Am   D  Am  D
'Twas then she consented, I took her with me


[Verse 6]
Am                      D        F        Dm
Seven years have rolled on since we were united
        Am                           C            D
There's many's a change, but there's no change on me
       Am             Em           F           Dm
And my love, she's as fair as that morn on the mountain
       Em           D                F        G   Am
When I plucked me a wild rose on the hills of Glenshee