Bourrees Lyrics & Chords By Andy Cutting & Nigel Eaton

Now, Bold Sir Rylas a-hunting went, All along and down a lea. And Bold Sir Rylas a-hunting went, Down by the riverside. Bold Sir Rylas a-hunting went To catch some game was...read more

Once more we are waft by the northern gales a-bounding over the main, And soon the hills of the tropic isles we all shall see again. Five sluggish moons have waxed and waned since...read more

The bats are in the belfry, The dew is on the moor. Where are the arms that held me And pledged her love before? And pledged her love before? And it's such a sad old...read more

On Christmas Day it happened so, Down in the meadows forth to plough. As we were a ploughing on so fast, Up comes sweet Jesus, himself at last. "Oh man, oh man, what makes you...read more

As I was a-walking one morning in Spring, So soft blew the wind through the leaves growing green. I spied a pretty fair maid all on a grey mare, As she was a-riding on down to...read more