The Shearing. no for you

It was in the month of May my bonny lassie o
It was in the month of May my bonny lassie o

It was in the month of May
When the flowers they were gay
And the lambs did sport and play, my bonny lassie o

CHORUS:
O the shearing’s not for you, my bonny lassie o
No the shearing’s not for you, my bonny lassie o
The shearing’s not for you
For your back it winna bow
And your belly’s rolling fu’, my bonny lassie o

Don’t you mind the banks of Ayr, my bonny laddie o

Don’t you mind the banks of Ayr, my bonny laddie o
Don’t you mind the banks of Ayr
When you drew me in your snare
And you left me in despair, my bonny laddie o

Don’t you mind on yonder hill, my bonnie laddie o

Don’t you mind on yonder hill, my bonnie laddie o
Don’t you mind on yonder hill
When you swore you would me kill
If you did not get your will, my bonny laddie o

Tis you may kill me dead, my bonny laddie o

Tis you may kill me dead, my bonny laddie o
Tis I’ll not kill you dead
Nor make your body bleed
Nor marry you with speed, my bonny lassie o