Kiillieburn Brae

[Verso 1]
 
                 D 
There was an old man down by Killieburn Braes 
A 
Ri-ful, ri-ful, ti-di-fol-dey 
                 D 
There was an old man down by Killieburn Braes 
                    A                         D 
Had a curse of a wife for the most of his days 
        A                 D 
With me ri-ful dol-dol, 'ti-di fol-lol 
      A                            D 
Fol-a-dol-dol, da dol-da-dol-dey 
 


[Verso 2]
 
              D 
One day as this man he walked out in the glen 
A 
Ri-ful, ri-ful, ti-di-fol-dey 
              D 
One day as this man he walked out in the glen 
                  A                         D 
Well he met with the devil, says how are ye then 
        A                 D 
With me ri-ful dol-dol, 'ti-di fol-lol 
      A                            D 
Fol-a-dol-dol, da dol-da-dol-dey 
 


[Verso 3]
 
            D 
The devil he says I have come for your wife 
A 
Ri-ful, ri-ful, ti-di-fol-dey 
            D 
The devil he says I have come for your wife 
               A                            D 
For I hear she's the curse and the bane of your life 
        A                 D 
With me ri-ful dol-dol, 'ti-di fol-lol 
      A                            D 
Fol-a-dol-dol, da dol-da-dol-dey 
 


[Verso 4]
 
           D 
So the devil he hoisted her up on his back 
A 
Ri-ful, ri-ful, ti-di-fol-dey 
           D 
So the devil he hoisted her up on his back 
              A                       D 
And away off to hell, with her he did whack 
        A                 D 
With me ri-ful dol-dol, 'ti-di fol-lol 
      A                            D 
Fol-a-dol-dol, da dol-da-dol-dey 
 


[Verso 5]
 
              D 
And when at last they came to hell's gates 
A 
Ri-ful, ri-ful, ti-di-fol-dey 
              D 
And when at last they came to hell's gates 
                 A                        D 
Well she lifted her stick and she battered his pate 
        A                 D 
With me ri-ful dol-dol, 'ti-di fol-lol 
      A                            D 
Fol-a-dol-dol, da dol-da-dol-dey 
 


[Verso 6]
 
              D 
There were two little devils there tied up in chains 
A 
Ri-ful, ri-ful, ti-di-fol-dey 
              D 
There were two little devils there tied up in chains 
                 A                           D 
Well she lifted her stick and she scattered their brains 
        A                 D 
With me ri-ful dol-dol, 'ti-di fol-lol 
      A                            D 
Fol-a-dol-dol, da dol-da-dol-dey 
 


[Verso 7]
 
              D 
There were two other devils there roaring like bulls 
A 
Ri-ful, ri-ful, ti-di-fol-dey 
              D 
There were two other devils there roaring like bulls 
            A                          D 
And she lifted her stick and she battered their skulls 
        A                 D 
With me ri-ful dol-dol, 'ti-di fol-lol 
      A                            D 
Fol-a-dol-dol, da dol-da-dol-de 
 


[Verso 8]
 
              D 
There were two other devils there playing at ball 
A 
Ri-ful, ri-ful, ti-di-fol-dey 
              D 
There were two other devils there playing at ball 
               A                        D 
So she lifted her stick and she battered them all 
        A                 D 
With me ri-ful dol-dol, 'ti-di fol-lol 
      A                            D 
Fol-a-dol-dol, da dol-da-dol-de 
 


[Verso 9]
 
           D 
So the devil he hoisted her up on his back 
A 
Ri-ful, ri-ful, ti-di-fol-dey 
           D 
So the devil he hoisted her up on his back 
               A                           D 
They were seven years coming and days going back 
        A                 D 
With me ri-ful dol-dol, 'ti-di fol-lol 
      A                            D 
Fol-a-dol-dol, da dol-da-dol-dey 
 

 
              D 
And when they came back to Killieburn Braes 
A 
Ri-ful, ri-ful, ti-di-fol-dey 
              D 
And when they came back to Killieburn Braes 
                A                        D 
Well the devil he cried and he shouted hooray 
        A                 D 
With me ri-ful dol-dol, 'ti-di fol-lol 
      A                            D 
Fol-a-dol-dol, da dol-da-dol-dey 
 

 
           D 
Says he, my good man, here's your wife safe and well 
A 
Ri-ful, ri-ful, ti-di-fol-dey 
           D 
Says he, my good man, here's your wife safe and well 
                 A                            D 
For the likes of herself we would not have in hell 
        A                 D 
With me ri-ful dol-dol, 'ti-di fol-lol 
      A                            D 
Fol-a-dol-dol, da dol-da-dol-dey 
 

 
             D 
Which proves that the women are worse than the men 
 A 
Ri-ful, ri-ful, ti-di-fol-dey 
             D 
Which proves that the women are worse than the men 
                 A                           D 
When they go down to hell they are thrown out again 
        A                 D 
With me ri-ful dol-dol, 'ti-di fol-lol 
      A                            D 
Fol-a-dol-dol, da dol-da-dol-dey