The Decemberists Follow

My true love went riding out
In white and green and grey
Past the pale of Offa's wall
When she was wont to stray
And there she came upon
A white and wounded fawn

Singing, "Oh oh, the hazards of love."

She, being full of charity
A credit to her sex
Sought to right the fawn's hind legs
When here her plans were vexed
The taiga shifted strange
The beast began to change

Singing, "Oh oh, the hazards of love."
Singing, "Oh oh oh, the hazards of love."
You'll learn soon enough
The prettiest whistles won't wrestle the thistles undone
Undone

Fifteen lithesome maidens lay
Alone in their bower
Fourteen occupations paid
To pass the idle hour
Margaret heaves a sigh
Her hands clasped to her thigh

Singing, "Oh oh, the hazards of love."
Singing, "Oh oh oh, the hazards of love."
You'll learn soon enough
The prettiest whistles won't wrestle the thistles undone
Undone (x4)