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| On the f | ourteenth of may a | t the d | awn of the d | ay |
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| With my gun on my shoulder to the wo | ods I d | id s | tray |
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| In search of some game if the we | ather pro | ved f | air |
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| To see could I get a s | hot at the b | onny black h | are |
| I met a young girl there, her face like a rose, |
| And her skin was as fair as the lily that grows. |
| I says, "My fair maiden, why ramble you so? |
| Can you tell me where the bonny black hare do go?" |
| The answer she gave me, oh, the answer was "No, |
| But under me apron they say it do go, |
| And if you'll not deceive me, I vow and declare, |
| We'll both go together to hunt the bonny black hare." |
| I laid this girl down with her face to the sky. |
| I took out me ramrod, and me bullets likewise, |
| Saying, "Wrap your legs round me, 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, "She's easy to please." |
| I felt her heart quiver and I knew what I'd done. |
| Says I, "Have you had enough of me old sporting gun?" |
| The answer she gave me, oh, the answer was, "Nay, |
| It's not often young sportsmen like you come this way, |
| And if your powder is good and your bullets are fair, |
| Why don't you keep firing at the bonny black hare?" |
| "Oh, me powder is wet and me bullets all spent, |
| And I can't fire a shot, for it's choked at the vent, |
| But I'll be back in the morning, and if you are still here, |
| We'll both go together to hunt the bonny black hare." |