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Bonnie Mae a-shepherding has goneTo call the sheep to the foldAnd aye, as she sang, her bonny voice, it rangRight over the tops of the downs, downsOver the tops of the downsThere came a troop of gentlemenAs they were riding byAnd one of them has lighted downAnd he's asked of her the way, the wayHe's asked of her the way"Ride on, ride on, you rank ridersYour steeds are stout and strongFor it's out of the fold I will not goFor fear you'll do me wrong, wrongFear you'll do me wrong"Now he's taken her by the middle jipAnd by the green gown sleeveAnd there he's had his will of herAnd he's asked of her no leave, no leaveHe's asked of her no leave"Oh I've ridden east and I've ridden westAnd I've ridden o'er the downsLetras de cancionesBut the bonniest lass that ever I sawIs calling her sheep to the fold"She has taken the milk pail on her headAnd she's gone lingering homeAnd all her father said to herWas, "Daughter, you've done me wrong, wrongDaughter, you've done me wrong"Now twenty weeks were gone and pastTwenty weeks and threeAnd the lassie began to fret and to frownAnd to long for his twinkling eye, bright eyeLong for his twinkling eyeNow it fell on a day, and a bonny summer's dayFor she walked out aloneThat selfsame troop of gentlemenCame riding o'er the downs, downsRiding 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 MaeSo loud I hear you lieRemember the misty, murky nightI lay in the fold with thee, with theeI lay in the fold with theeNow he's lighted off his berry-brown steedHe's set the fair Mae on"Go call out your fold, good father, yourselfShe'll ne'er call them again, againShe'll ne'er call them again"For he's the Lord of AchentriochWith fifty plough and threeAnd he's taken away the bonniest lassIn all the south country, countryIn all the south country From Letras Mania