Fairport Convention - The Bonny Black Hare Lyrics






On the fourteenth of May at the dawn of the day
With my gun on my shoulder to the woods I did stray
In search of some game if the weather proved fair
To see could I get a shot at the bonny black hare

Oh, I met a young girl there with her face as a rose
And her skin was as fair as the lily that blows
I says "My fair maiden, why ramble you so?
Can you tell me where the bonny black hare do go?"

Oh, the answer she gave me, her answer was "No
But it's under me apron they say it do go
And if you'll not deceive me I vow and declare
We'll both go together to hunt the bonny black hare"

Well, I laid this girl down with her face to the skies
And I took out my ramrod and my bullets likewise
I says "Lock your legs round me and dig in with your heels
For the closer we get, oh, 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
Says I "Have you had enough of my old sporting gun?"

Oh, the answer she gave me, her answer was "Nay
It's not often young sportsmen like you come this way
And if your powder is willing and your bullets play fair
Why don't you keep firing at the bonny black hare?"

"Oh, my powder is wasted and my bullets all gone
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"





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  1. L.... K....

    Pesky wabbit

  2. s.... m....

    One of the best gigs I ever saw was Swarb and Martin Carthy in a tiny pub room in Brighton. They didn't bother switching on their amps and I was privileged to be sat so close to Swarb I thought he would elbow me when he really got going.
    Thansk to both guys for an unforgettable evening of great music.

  3. p.... ....

    I love single entendres

  4. J.... F....

    R.I.P Swarb, I played this the other night and forgotten I had made a comment about it a year ago. Great guy, musician, song writter, this song takes me back!

  5. S.... ....

    Massive loss to music and especially to Folk. Keep on playing, Swarb.

  6. L.... S....

    Pure, magical filth. RIP Swarb; there will never be another like you.

  7. a.... ....

    I remember learning this one at the boy scout camp i used to work at. We'd sing it after all the scouts had gone to bed during the Staff Sings. Was awesome fun.

  8. M.... ....

    Still laughing at the words what, 44 years later? Britain did produce some great salacious songs. And Swarb sings with such gusto, you'd think it had actually happened to him personally :-)
      

  9. J.... F....

    Great song....and about pubes!

  10. S.... M....

    Swarb, you devil !!!