Bonny Black Hare 
(Traditional) 

On the 14th of May, at the dawn of the day 
With me gun on me shoulder to the woods I did stray 
In search of some game, if the weather proved fair 
To see can I could get a shot at the bonny black hare 

I met a young girl there with her face as a rose 
Her skin was as pale as the lily that grows 
I said now young maiden, why ramble you so 
Can you tell me where the bonny black hare do go 

The answer she gave me, her answer was no 
But under me apron they say it do grow 
So if you'll not deceive me, well I vow and declare 
We'll both go together and hunt the bonny black hare 

I laid that girl down with her face to the sky 
I got out me ramrod, and me bullets likewise 
Saying, Wrap your legs round me, and dig in with your heels 
For the closer we get love, the better it feels 

The birds, they were singing in the bushes and trees 
And the song that they sang was, oh she's easy to please 
I felt her heart quiver and I knew what I'd done 
I said have you had enough of me old sporting gun 

The answer she gave me, her answer was nay 
It's not very often sportsmen like [bad word] this way 
So if your powder is willing and your bullets are fair 
Why don't you keep firing at me bonny black hare 

Well me powder is wasted and me bullets all gone 
Me ramrod is limp and I cannot fire on 
But if your back tomorrow morning, well I vow an declare 
We'll both again to hunt the bonny black hare