Bonny May 10, 000 Maniacs

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
Another copy paste you stupid robot
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 mе wrong, wrong
For fear you do me wrong.”

Now he's takеn her by the middle jump
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.”