Oh dear what can the matter be? Oh dear what can the matter be? Oh dear what can the matter be? Johhny's so long at the fair He promised to buy me a beautiful faring A gay bit of lace that the lassies are wearing He promised he'd bring me a bunch of blue ribbons To tie up my bonny brown hair Oh dear what can the matter be? Oh dear what can the matter be? Oh dear what can the matter be? Johhny's so long at the fair He promised to buy me a basket of posies A garland of lilies, a wreath of red roses A little straw hat to set off the blue ribbons That tie up my bonny brown hair.   As me and my companions were setting four or five And taking on 'em up again, we caught a hare alive We took the hare alive, my boys, and through the wood did steer Oh tis my delight on a shiny night In the season of the year
	I threw him on my shoulder and then we trudg`ed home We took him to a neighbours house and sold him for a crown We sold hom for a crown, my boys, I need not tell you where Oh tis my delight on a shiny night In the season of the year Success to every gentleman that lives in Lincolnshire Success to every poacher that wants to sell a hare Bad luck to every game keeper that will not sell his deer Oh tis my delight on a shiny night In the season of the year