Was driving back last evening listening Folk in Radio 2, when a very folky song from the 1600's was introduced - can't remember the Artist but the opening lines were
On the fourteenth of May at the dawn of the day
With my gun on my shoulder to the woods I did stray
In search of some game if the weather proved fair
To see could I get a shot at the bonny black hare.
Oh, I met a young girl there, with her face as a rose.
Her skin was as fair as the lily that blows.
I says, "My fair maiden, why ramble you so?
Can you tell me where the bonny black hare do go?"
If you google you can find a number if versions on you tube!