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The Bonny Black Hare

This song is by A. L. Lloyd and Dave Swarbrick and appears on the compilation The Bird in the Bush: Traditional Songs of Love and Lust (1996).

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
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 under my apron, oh, they say it do grow
And if you'll not deceive me, oh, I vow and declare
We'll both go together to shoot the bonny black hare"

Oh, I laid this girl down with her face to the skies
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, love, the better it feels"

Now the birds they were singing in the bushes and trees
The song that they sang was, O 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 sportsman, that you come this way
But if your powder is good and your bullets play fair
Why don't you keeping 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 there
We'll both go again to shoot the bonny black hare"

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