Let
never a man a wooing wend
That
lacketh things three
A
store of gold, an open heart
and
full of charity;
And
this was seen of King Henry
Though
he lay quite alone,
For
he's taken him to a haunted hall
Seven
miles from the town.
He's
chased the deer now him before
And
the doe down by the den
Till
the fattest buck in all the flock
King
Henry he has slain.
His
huntsman followed him to the hall
To
make them burly cheer,
When
loud the wind was heard to sound
And
an earthquake rocked the floor.
And
darkness covered all the hall
Where
they sat at their meat.
The
grey dogs, yowling, left their food
And
crept to Henry's feet.
And
louder howled the rising wind
And
burst the fastened door,
And
in there came a grisly ghost
Stamping
on the floor.
Her
head hit the roof-tree of the house,
Her
middle you could not span,
Each
frightened huntsman fled the hall
And
left the king alone,
Her
teeth were like the tether stakes,
Her
nose like club or mell,
And
nothing less she seemed to be
Than
a fiend that comes from hell.
Some
meat, some meet you King Henry,
Some
meat you give to me,
Go
kill your horse you King Henry
And
bring him here to me;
He's
gone and slain his berry brown steed
Though
it made his heart full sore,
for
she's eaten up both skin and bone,
Left
nothing but hide and hair.
More
meat, more meet you King Henry,
More
meat you give to me,
Go
kill your grey-hounds King Henry
And
bring them here to me;
He's
gone and slain his good grey-hounds,
It
made his heart full sore,
She's
eaten up both skin and bone,
Left
nothing but hide and hair.
More
meat, more meet you King Henry,
More
meat you give to me,
Go
fell your goss-hawks King Henry
And
bring them here to me;
And
when he's slain his gay goss-hawks,
It
made his heart full sore,
She's
eaten them up both skin and bone,
Left
nothing but feathers bare.
Some
drink, some drink you King Henry,
Some
drink you give to me,
Oh
you sew up your horse's hide,
And
bring in a drink to me;
And
he's sewn up the bloody hide,
And
a pipe of wine put in,
And
she's drank it up all in one draught,
Left
never a drop therein.
A
bed, a bed now King Henry,
A
bed you'll make for me,
Oh
you must pull the heather green
And
make it soft for me;
And
pulled has he the heather green
And
made for her a bed,
and
taken has he his gay mantle
And
o'er it has spread.
Take
off your clothes now King Henry
And
lie down by my side,
Now
swear, now swear you King Henry,
To
take me for your bride.
Oh
God forbid, says King Henry,
That
ever the like betide,
That
ever a fiend that comes from hell
Should
stretch down by my side.
When
the night was gone and the day was come
And
the sun shone through the hall,
The
fairest lady that ever was seen
Lay
between him and the wall.
I've
met with many a gentle knight
That
gave me such a fill,
But
never before with a courteous knight
That
gave me all my will.
From the album BELOW THE SALT and highly recommended. A link to an audio recording is below:
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