| G | C | G | F | |
| John | Gaudie was a | fine young m | an in shetland it was | told |
| G | C | G | D | |
| Many's the crowd in | Lerwick | Town his fiddle and he did ho | ld |
| G | C | G | |
| They've | danced it up and they've | danced it | down |
| F | |
| as he fiddled his tunes aro | und |
| G | C | G | D | |
| Of | all the played in | Shetland | Isles no better could be fo | und. |
| Chorus... |
| C | G | |
| When | John broke the | prison door |
| D | |
| The jailer had never seen his | like before |
| C | G | D | |
| He ran back to the Lev | enwick shore and wrote himself a | tune... |