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Thread #22802   Message #1018005
Posted By: Garry Gillard
13-Sep-03 - 02:02 AM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Bonny May (from June Tabor)
Subject: Lyr Add: BONNY MAY (from June Tabor)
As sung by June Tabor on "Airs and Graces"

1. Bonny May, a-shepherding has gone
To call the sheep to the fold,
And as she sang, her bonny voice it rang,
Right over the tops of the downs, downs,
Right over the tops of the downs.

2. There came a troop of gentlemen
As they were riding by,
And one of them has lighted down,
And he's asked of her the way, way,
And he's asked of her the way.

3. "Ride on, ride on, you rank riders.
Your steeds are stout and strong,
For it's out of the fold I will not go,
For fear you do me wrong, wrong,
For fear you do me wrong."

4. Now he's taken her by the middle jimp,
And by the green gown sleeve,
And there he's had his will of her,
And he's asked of her no leave, leave,
And he's asked of her no leave.

5. Now he's mounted on his berry-brown steed.
He's soon o'erta'en his men,
And one and all cried out to him:
"Oh, master, you tarried long, long,
Oh, master, you tarried long."

6. "Oh, I've ridden east and I've ridden west,
And I've ridden o'er the downs,
But the bonniest lass that ever I saw
She was calling her sheep to the fold, fold."

7. She's taken the milk pail on her head
And she's gone lingering home,
And all her father said to her
Was: "Daughter, you tarried long, long.
Oh, daughter, you tarried long."

8. "Oh, woe be to your shepherd, father.
He takes no care of the sheep,
For he's builded the fold at the back of the down,
And the fox has frightened me, me,
And the fox has frightened me.

9. "For there came a fox to the fold door
With twinkling eye so bold,
And ere he'd taken the lamb that he did,
Oh, I'd rather he'd taken them all, all."

10. Now twenty weeks were gone and past,
Twenty weeks and three,
And the lassie began to fret and to frown,
And to long for the twinkling eye, bright eye,
And to long for the twinkling eye.

11. Now it fell on a day, on a bonny summer's day,
That she walked out alone.
That self-same troop of gentlemen
Come a-riding over the down, down,
Come a-riding over the down.

12. "Who got the babe with thee, bonny May?
Who got the babe in thy arms?"
For shame she blushed, and aye she said:
"Oh, I've a good man of my own, own."

13. "You lie, you lie, you bonny, bonny May.
So loud I hear you lie.
Remember the misty murky night
I lay in the fold with thee, thee,
I lay in the fold with thee."

14. Now he's mounted off his berry-brown steed.
He's set the fair May on.
"Go call out your kye, father, yourself.
She'll ne'er call them again, again,
She'll ne'er call them again."

15. Oh, he's Lord of twenty plough of land,
Twenty plough and three,
And he's taken away the bonniest lass
In all the South country, country,
In all the South country.