Folk Song

X:1 T:Ho boy! Hey boy! C:Trad Z:Webmaster K: W:1 W:Ho boy! Hey boy! Come, come away boy! W:And bring me my longing desire: W:A lass that is neat, and can well do the feat W:When lusty young blood is on fire! W: W:2. W:Let her body be tall, And her waist be small, W:And her age not above eighteen: W:Let her care for no bed, but here let spread W:Her mantle upon the Green. W: W:3 W:Let her face be fair, And her breasts be bare, W:And a voice let her have that can warble; W:Let her belly be soft - but, to mount me aloft, W:Let her bounding buttocks be marble! W: W:4 W:Let her have a cherry lip, Where I nectar may sip, W:Let her eyes be as black as a sloe; W:Dangling locks I do love, so that those hang above W:Are the same with what grows below. W: W:5 W:Oh, such a bonny lass, May bring wonders to pass, W:And make me grow younger & younger: W:And whene'er we do part, she'll be mad at the heart W:That I'm able to tarry no longer. % % % % %