Martin Carthy And Dave Swarbrick - The Bonnie Black Hare lyrics

On the fourteenth of May at the dawn of the day With my gun on my shoulder to the woods I did stray In search of some game if the weather proved fair To see could I get a shot at the bonny black hare. Oh, I met a young girl there, with her face as a rose. Her skin was as fair as the lily that blows. I says, "My fair maiden, why ramble you so? Can you tell me where the bonny black hare do go?" Oh, the answer she gave me, her answer was, "No, But under my apron, oh, they say it do grow. And if you'll not deceive me, oh, I vow and declare We'll both go together to shoot the bonny black hare." Oh, I laid this girl down with her face to the skies. I took out my ramrod and my bullets likewise. I says, "Lock your legs round me, and dig in with your heels. For the closer we get, love, the better it feels." Now the birds they were singing in the bushes and trees. The song that they sang was, O she's easy to please. I felt her heart quiver and I knew what I'd done. Says I, "Have you had enough of my old sporting gun?" Oh, the answer she gave me, her answer was, "Nay. It's not often, young sportsman, that you come this way. But if your powder is good and your bullets play fair, Why don't you keeping firing at the bonny black hare?" "Oh, my powder is wasted and my bullets all gone. My ramrod 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 again to shoot the bonny black hare."