Martin Carthy - The Bonny Hind lyrics

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Martin Carthy - The Bonny Hind lyrics

May she comes and May she goes Down the garden green, There she spied this sweet young boy, Sweetest ever she's seen. May she comes and May she goes Down the Holland green, There she spied this sweet young boy, Sweetest ever she's seen. "Give to me your mantle darling, Give me your maidenhead; If you won't give me your mantle darling, Give me your maidenhead." Ta'en her by her hand, her hand, So gently laid her down; Soon as she rose up again He give her the silver comb. "Oh maybe there will be babies so And maybe there will be none, But since you are a gentleman Oh tell to me your name." "No I am no gentleman But am newly come from sea; No I am no courtier darling But well I courted thee. Sometimes they call me Jack," he said, "And sometimes they call me John. But when I'm in my father's house It's Randall is my name." "Now you lie you false young man, So loud you lie to me. I am Randall's only daughter And he has none but me." "Ah you lie, you foolish girl, So loud you lie to me. I am Randall's only son Newly come from the sea." Oh she reached down below her waist And she has pulled out a knife; She has let her own heart's blood And taken her own sweet life. And he's picked up his young sister With a big tear in his eye, For he has buried his only sister Beneath the Holland tree. Then it's up the hill and it's down the hill, His own father to see, Crying, "Oh and oh for my bonny hind Beneath the Holland tree." "What care you for your bonny hind, For her you need not care. We've eight score hinds in yonder park And five score is to spare. Four score of these are silver shod, Of these you may have three." "But it's oh and oh for my bonny hind Beneath the Holland tree." "What care you for your bonny hind, For her you need not care. Take you the best and leave me the worst, For plenty is to spare." "Oh I care not for your hinds, father, I care not for your fee. But it's oh and oh for my bonny hind Beneath the Holland tree." "Son get you to your sister's bower, Your sweet young sister to see. You'll think no more of your bonny hind Beneath the Holland tree."