THE KEEPER WOULD A-HUNTING GO
(learned at camps in the 1940s)
The keeper would a-hunting go, and under his cloak he carried a bow,
The first doe he shot at he missed, the second one he trimmed, he kissed,
The fourth doe she did cross the brook, the keeper fetched her back with a hook,
The fifth doe she did cross the plain, the keeper fetched her back again,
(from miriam berg's folksong collection)
All for to shoot at a merry little doe, among the leaves so green-o!
Jackie boy! Master! Sing ye well? Very well!
Hey down, ho down, derry derry down, among the leaves do green-o!
To my hey down down! To my ho down down!
Hey down, ho down, derry derry down, among the leaves do green-o!
The third one went where nobody wist among the leaves so green-o!
Jackie boy! Master! .....
Where she is now you may go and look, among the leaves so green-o!
Jackie boy! Master! .....
Where she is now she may remain, among the leaves so green-o!
Jackie boy! Master! .....