The Bonny Hind

It's May she comes and May she goes
Down by the garden green,
It's there she spied a good young squire,
As good as ev'r she seen.

May she comes and May she goes
Down the garden green,
There she spied this sweet young boy,
Sweetest ever she's seen.

It's May she comes and May she goes
Down by the Holland green,
And it's here she spied a brisk young squire,
As brisk as ev'r she seen.

May she comes and May she goes
Down the Holland green,
There she spied this sweet young boy,
Sweetest ever she's seen.

“Come give to me your green mantle,
Give me your maidenhead;
If you won't give me your green mantle,
Give me your maidenhead.”

“Give to me your mantle darling,
Give me your maidenhead;
If you won't give me your mantle darling,
Give me your maidenhead.”

He's taken her by the milk-white hand
And gently laid her down;
And it's when he raised her up again
Given her a silver comb.

Ta'en her by her hand, her hand,
So gently laid her down;
Soon as she rose up again
He give her the silver comb.

“Perhaps there my be bairns, kind sir,
Perhaps there may be none,
But if you be a courtier
Pray tell to me your name.”

“Oh maybe there will be babies so
And maybe there will be none,
But since you are a gentleman
Oh tell to me your name.”

“Oh I am no courtier,” he says,
“But new come from sea;
Oh I am no courtier,” he said,
“But when I courted thee.

“No I am no gentleman
But am newly come from sea;
No I am no courtier darling
But well I courted thee.

They call me Jack when I'm abroad,
Sometimes they call me John;
But when I'm in my father's bower,
Oh, Jock Randall is my name.”

Sometimes they call me Jack,” he said,
“And sometimes they call me John.
But when I'm in my father's house
It's Randall is my name.”

“You lie, you lie, you bonny lad,
So loud I hear you lie.
For I am Lord Randall's only daughter,
He has no more than me.”

“Now you lie you false young man,
So loud you lie to me.
I am Randall's only daughter
And he has none but me.”

“You lie, you lie, you bonny lass,
So loud I hear you lie.
For I am Lord Randall's very own son
That new come from the sea.”

“Ah you lie, you foolish girl,
So loud you lie to me.
I am Randall's only son
Newly come from the sea.”

She's put her hand down by her side
And out she's taken a knife;
And she's put it in her own heart's blood
And taken away her life.

Oh she reached down below her waist
And she has pulled out a knife;
She has let her own heart's blood
And taken her own sweet life.

And he's taken his young sister
With a big tear in his eye,
And he's buried his only sister
Beneath the Holland tree.

And he's picked up his young sister
With a big tear in his eye,
For he has buried his only sister
Beneath the Holland tree.

It's soon he's hired him o'er the dales,
His father dear to see,
“It's oh and oh for my bonny hind
Beneath the Holland tree.”

Then it's up the hill and it's down the hill,
His own father to see,
Crying, “Oh and oh for my bonny hind
Beneath the Holland tree.”

“What care you for your bonny hind,
For it you need not care.
There's eight score hinds in yon green park
And five score is to spare.

“What care you for your bonny hind,
For her you need not care.
We've eight score hinds in yonder park
And five score is to spare.

Four score of them are silver shod,
Of these you may have three.”
“But it's oh and oh for my bonny hind
Beneath the Holland tree.”

Four score of these are silver shod,
Of these you may have three.”
“But it's oh and oh for my bonny hind
Beneath the Holland tree.”

“What care you for your bonny hind,
For it you need not care.
Take you the best and give me the worst,
Since plenty is to spare.”

“What care you for your bonny hind,
For her you need not care.
Take you the best and leave me the worst,
For plenty is to spare.”

“I care not for your hinds, kind sir,
And I care not for your fee.
But it's oh and oh for my bonny hind
Beneath the Holland tree.”

“Oh I care not for your hinds, father,
I care not for your fee.
But it's oh and oh for my bonny hind
Beneath the Holland tree.”

“Oh were you your your sister's bower,
Your sister fair to see;
Oh, you'll think no more on your bonny hind
Beneath the Holland tree.”

𝄆 “Son get you to your sister's bower,
Your sweet young sister to see.
You'll think no more of your bonny hind
Beneath the Holland tree.” 𝄇