The Bonny Black Hare

the bonny black hare - fairport convention
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
and 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 it's 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"
well, i laid this girl down
with her face to the skies
and 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, oh,
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
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 sportsmen
like you come this way
and if your powder is willing
and your bullets play fair
why don't you keep 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 here
we'll both go together to hunt
the bonny black hare"