Lord of the May - Archie Fisher

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