(D)Winter was brawling, o'er high hills and (C)mountains
And (D)dark were the (G)clouds o'er the (D)deep rol(C)ling
s(D)ea,
I met a wee lass as the daylight was (C)dawning
She was (D)asking the (G)road to sweet (D)Carron (C)Lough (D)bay.
I (D)said ,"My wee lassie, I canna weel (C)tell ye
Of (D)how many (G)miles or how (D)far it (C)might (D)be
But
if you'll consent I'll convey you a (C)wee bit
And I'll (D)show you the (G)road to sweet (D)Carron (C)Lough (D)bay.
Just (D)turn to the right and go down by the (C)churchyard
Cross (D)over the (G)river and (D)down by (C)the (D)sea;
We'll
stop at Pat Hamill's and have a wee (C)drop there
And I'll (D)show you the (G)road to sweet (D)Carron (C)Lough (D)bay.
Here's a (D)health to Pat Hamill likewise the wee (C)lassie
And (D)every (G)laddie that's (D)listening (C)to (D)me
And
ne'er turn your back on a bonnie wee (C)lassie
When she's (D)asking the (G)road to sweet (D)Carron (C)Lough (D)bay.
