Tony Rose - The Bonny Hind lyrics

It's May she comes and May she goes Down beyond the garden green, And it's there she spied as gallant a squire, As a squire had ever been. It's May she comes and May she goes Down beyond the Holland tree, And it's here she spied as gallant a squire, And a fair young lad was he. "Now give to me your green mantle, Give me your maidenhead; If you won't give me your green mantle, Give me your maidenhead." He's taken her by the milk-white hand And he's gently laid her down; And when he's taken her up again Given her a 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 I am no courtier," said he, "But late come from the sea; Oh I am no courtier," said he, "But when 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, Jock Randall is my name." "Oh, you lie, you lie, you bonny lad, So loud I hear you lie. For I am Lord Randall's only daughter, He has no one but me." "You lie, you lie, you bonny maid, So loud I hear you lie. For I am Lord Randall's only son He has no one but me." She's put her hand into her gown And out she's turned a knife; She's thrust it in her own heart's blood And she's taken away her life. He's taken up his bonny sister With a salt tear in his eye, And he hss buried his bonny sister Beneath yon Holland tree. And it's then he's hired him o'er the dale, For his father dear to see, "Sing oh, sing oh for my bonny hind Beneath yon Holland tree." "What care you for your bonny hind? For which you need not care. For there's eight score hinds in yonder park And five score hinds to spare. For four score of them are silver shod, Of them you may take three." "But oh sing 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 leave me the worst, For it's plenty are to spare." "Oh I care not for your hinds, father, And I care not for your fee. But oh sing oh for my bonny hind Beneath yon Holland tree." "Oh were you at your sister's bower, Your sister fair to see; You would care no more for your bonny hind Beneath yon Holland tree."