Lyrics

I rede ye beware o' the hunting, young man I rede ye beware o' the hunting, young man For the Lord of the May has sorrow for ay; His daughter away wi' the faeries was ta'en I rede ye beware o' the hunting, young man I rede ye beware o' the hunting, young man After mony's the year to bring him some cheer The Lord of the May a'huntin' has gane I rede ye beware o' the hunting, young man I rede ye beware o' the hunting, young man For he drew not his bow at a deer or a roe But the bonnie white bird that sat on a stane I rede ye beware o' the hunting, young man I rede ye beware o' the hunting, young man For his arrow he shot, but it harméd her not For it died in the heart of his daughter Elaine/alane I rede ye beware o' the hunting, young man I rede ye beware o' the hunting, young man For the Lord of the May has sorrow for ay; His daughter away wi' the faeries was ta'en