Letra de Lord of the May

I rede
ye
beware o' the hunting
, young man
I rede ye beware o' the hunting, young man
For the Lord of the May has sorrow
for ay
;
His daughter away wi' the faeries was
ta'en
I rede ye beware o' the hunting, young man
I rede ye beware o' the hunting, young man
After mony's the year
to bring him some cheer
The Lord of the May a'huntin' has gane
I rede ye beware o' the hunting, young man
I rede ye beware o' the hunting, young man
For he drew not his bow at a deer or
a roe
But the bonnie white bird that sat on a
stane
I rede ye beware o' the hunting, young man
I rede ye beware o' the hunting, young man
For his arrow he shot, but it
harméd
her not
For it
died in the heart
of his daughter
Elaine/alane
I rede ye beware o' the hunting, young man
I rede ye beware o' the hunting, young man
For the Lord of the May has sorrow for ay;
His daughter away wi' the faeries was ta'en