Bonny Black Hare

Bonny Black Hare


Another classic folk song made famous by Martin Carthy and Dave Swarbrick. There is another version of this song where the girl is far more submissive, and less bawdy – I prefer this one myself!

On the 14th 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 could get a shot at the bonny black hare

I met a young girl there with her face as a rose
Her skin was as pale as the lily that grows
I said now young maiden, why ramble you so
Can you tell me where the bonny black hare do go

The answer she gave me, her answer was no
But under me apron they say it do grow
So if you’ll not deceive me, well I vow and declare
We’ll both go together and hunt the bonny black hare

I laid that girl down with her face to the sky
I got out me ramrod, and me bullets likewise
Saying, Wrap your legs round me, and 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, oh she’s easy to please
I felt her heart quiver and I knew what I’d done
I said have you had enough of me old sporting gun

The answer she gave me, her answer was nay
It’s not very often sportsmen like you come this way
So if your powder is willing and your bullets are fair
Why don’t you keep firing at me bonny black hare

Well me powder is wasted and me bullets all gone
Me ramrod is limp and I cannot fire on
But if your back tomorrow morning, well I vow an declare
We’ll both again to hunt the bonny black hare