Bonnie Mae (Solas)

Bonnie Mae a-shepherding has gone To call the sheep to the fold And aye, as she sang, her bonny voice, it rang Right over the tops of the downs, downs 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, the way 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'll do me wrong, wrong Fear you'll do me wrong" Now he's taken her by the middle jip And by the green gown sleeve And there he's had his will of her And he's asked of her no leave, no leave He's asked of her no leave "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 Is calling her sheep to the fold" She has taken the milk pail on her head And she's gone lingering home And all her father said to her Was, "Daughter, you've done me wrong, wrong Daughter, you've done me wrong" Now twenty weeks were gone and past Twenty weeks and three And the lassie began to fret and to frown And to long for his twinkling eye, bright eye Long for his twinkling eye Now it fell on a day, and a bonny summer's day For she walked out alone That selfsame troop of gentlemen Came riding o'er the downs, downs Riding o'er the downs "Who got the babe with thee, Bonnie Mae? Who got the babe in thy arms?" For shame she blushed and aye, she said "Oh I've a good man of my own" "You lie, you lie, you bonny, bonny Mae So loud I hear you lie Remember the misty, murky night I lay in the fold with thee, with thee I lay in the fold with thee Now he's lighted off his berry-brown steed He's set the fair Mae on "Go call out your fold, good father, yourself She'll ne'er call them again, again She'll ne'er call them again" For he's the Lord of Achentrioch With fifty plough and three And he's taken away the bonniest lass In all the south country, country In all the south country