It's May she comes and May she goes
Down beyond the garden green,
And it's there she spied as gallant a squire,
As a squire had ever been.
It's May she comes and May she goes
Down beyond the Holland tree,
And it's here she spied as gallant a squire,
And a fair young lad was he.
"Now give to me your green mantle,
Give me your maidenhead;
If you won't give me your green mantle,
Give me your maidenhead."
He's taken her by the milk-white hand
And he's gently laid her down;
And when he's taken her up again
Given her a silver comb.
"Perhaps there my be bairns, kind sir,
Perhaps there may be none,
But if you be a courtier
Pray tell to me your name."
"Oh I am no courtier," said he,
"But late come from the sea;
Oh I am no courtier," said he,
"But when I courted thee."
"They call me Jack when I'm abroad,
Sometimes they call me John;
But when I'm in my father's bower,
Jock Randall is my name."
"Oh, you lie, you lie, you bonny lad,
So loud I hear you lie.
For I am Lord Randall's only daughter,
He has no one but me."
"You lie, you lie, you bonny maid,
So loud I hear you lie.
For I am Lord Randall's only son
He has no one but me."
She's put her hand into her gown
And out she's turned a knife;
She's thrust it in her own heart's blood
And she's taken away her life.
He's taken up his bonny sister
With a salt tear in his eye,
And he hss buried his bonny sister
Beneath yon Holland tree.
And it's then he's hired him o'er the dale,
For his father dear to see,
"Sing oh, sing oh for my bonny hind
Beneath yon Holland tree."
"What care you for your bonny hind?
For which you need not care.
For there's eight score hinds in yonder park
And five score hinds to spare.
For four score of them are silver shod,
Of them you may take three."
"But oh sing oh for my bonny hind
Beneath the Holland tree."
"What care you for your bonny hind?
For it you need not care.
Take you the best and leave me the worst,
For it's plenty are to spare."
"Oh I care not for your hinds, father,
And I care not for your fee.
But oh sing oh for my bonny hind
Beneath yon Holland tree."
"Oh were you at your sister's bower,
Your sister fair to see;
You would care no more for your bonny hind
Beneath yon Holland tree."