Video de 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 betide 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 bonnie 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 aye, she said,

Was ”I've a good man of 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,

In all the South country.