On the fourteenth of May at
With my gun on my shoulder
In search of some game if
To see could I get a shot
Oh, I met a young girl there
And her skin was as fair as the lily that blows
Can you tell me where the bonny
Oh, the answer she gave me,
But it's under me apron they say it do go
And if you'll not deceive me I
We'll both go together to hunt
Well, I laid this girl down with
And I took out my ramrod and
I says "Lock your legs round me
and dig in with your heels
For the closer we get, oh,
The birds they were singing in
And the song that they sang was "Oh,
I felt her heart quiver and I
Says I "Have you had enough
Oh, the answer she gave me,
It's not often young sportsmen
And if your powder is willing
and your bullets play fair
Why don't you keep firing at
"Oh, my powder is wasted and
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"