The Bonny Black Hare

On the fourteenth of May,
At the dawn of the day,
With me 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.

Well I met a young girl,
With the face of a rose.
And her skin was as fair
As the lily that grows.
I says "Tell me, fair maiden,
Why ramble you so?
Can you tell me where the bonny
Black hare do go?"

And the answer she gave me,
Her answer was, "No,
But it's under me apron
That they say it do go.
And if you'll not deceive me,
I'll vow and declare,
That we'll both go together
Toward the bonny black hare."

Well, I lay this girl down,
With her face to the sky,
And I pulls up me ramrod,
And me 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 singin',
In the bushes and trees.
And the song that they sang
Is "She's easy to please!"
And I felt her heart quiver,
And I knew what I'd done.
Says I, "Have you had enough,
Of me old sportin' gun.?"

And the answer she gave me,
Her answer was, "Nay,
For it's not often young sportsmen
Like you come my way.
Now if your powder be willin'
And your bullets fly fair,
Why don't you keep firin'
At the bonny black hare.

Now, me powder is wasted,
Me bullets all gone.
Me ramrod is limber,
I cannot fire on.
But I'll be back in the mornin',
And if you are still here,
We'll both go together,
Towards the bonny black hare.