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On the 14th of May, at the dawn of the day,
With me bow on me shoulder to the woods I did stray
In search of some game, if the weather prove fair
To see can I get a shot at the bonny black hare
I met a young girl there with her face as a rose
And her skin was as fair as the lily that grows
I says, My fair maid, why ramble you so
Can you tell me where the bonny black hare do go ?
The answer she gave me, O, the answer was no
But under me apron they say it do go
And if you'll not deceive me, I vow and declare
We'll both go together to hunt the bonny black hare
I laid this girl down with her face to the sky
I took out me longbow, me arrows likewise
Saying, Wrap your legs round me, dig in with your heels
For the closer we get, O, the better it feels !
The birds, they were singing in the bushes and trees
And the song that they sang was, She's easy to please
I felt her heart quiver and I felt her let go,
Says I, Have you had enough of me old hunting bow ?
The answer she gave me, O, the answer was nay !
It's not often young sportsmen like you come this way
And if your longbow is good and your arrows are fair
Why don't you keep firing at the bonny black hare ?
Oh, me bowstring is snapped and me arrows all gone
My longbow is limp, and I cannot fire on,
But I'll be back in the morning, and if you are still there
We'll both go together to hunt the bonny black hare !
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