Bonny Black Hare

On the fourteenth 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 get a shot at the bonny black hare
 I met a young girl there, her face like the rose
 Her skin was as fair as the lily that blows
 Says I "Me 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'll 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
 But if your powder is good and your bullets are fair
 Why don't you keep firing at the bonny black hare?"
 "Me powder's all wet and me bullets all spent
 And I can't fire a shot for it's choked at the vent
 And I'll be back in the morning if you are still here
 We'll both go together to hunt the bonny black hare"