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On the 14th of May at the dawn of the day

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With me gun on me shoulder to the woods I did stray

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In search of some game if the weather proved fair

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And to see could I get a shot at the bonny black hare.


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Well I met a young girl there with her face as a rose

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And her skin was a fair as the lily that grows

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I said ‘Me fair maiden why ramble you so?

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Can you tell me where the bonny black hare do go?’


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Oh the answer she gave me her answer was ‘No

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But it’s under me apron they say it do go

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And if you’ll not deceive me I vow and declare

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We’ll both go together to hunt the bonny black hare.’


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Well I lay this girl down with her face to the sky

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And I took out me ramrod and me bullets likewise

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I said ‘Lock your legs round me and dig in with your heels

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For the closer we get, oh the better it feels.’


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Well the birds they were singing in the bushes and trees

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And the song that they sang was ‘She’s easy to please.’

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I felt her heart quiver and I knew what I’d done

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Said I ‘Have you had enough of me old sporting gun?’


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Well the answer she gave me her answer was ‘Nay

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It’s not often young sportsmen like you come this way

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And if your powder is willing and your bullets play fair

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Why don’t you keep firing at the bonny black hare?’


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‘Well me powder is wasted and my bullets all gone

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Me ramrod is limp and I cannot fire on

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But I’ll be back in the morning and if you are still here

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We’ll both go together again to hunt the bonny black hare.