Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bonny May, artist - Offa Rex.
Date of issue: 13.07.2017
Song language: English
Bonny May |
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 |
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 |
«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» |
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 |
Now he’s mounted on his berry brown steed |
He 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» |
«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.» |
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» |
«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» |
«Oh, there came a fox to the fold door |
With twinkling eye so bold |
And ere he’d taken the lamb that he did |
I’d rather he’d taken them all, all» |
Now twenty weeks were gone and past |
Twenty weeks and three |
The lassie began to fret and to frown |
And to long for the twinkling eye, bright eye |
And to long for the twinkling eye |
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 |
«Who got the babe with thee, bonny May |
Who got the babe in thy arms?» |
For shame, she blushed, and ay, she said |
«Oh, what good man my own, own» |
«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 |
Now he’s mounted off his berry brown steed |
He’s sat 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.» |
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 |