My true love went riding out in white and green and grey
Past the pale of Arthur's Wall where she was want to stray
And there she came upon a white and wounded fawn


Singing, 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, the Hazards of Love
Singing, oh, the Hazards of Love

You'll learn soon enough
The prettiest whistles won't wrestle the thistles undone
Undone


Fifteen lissome maidens lay along in their bower
Fourteen occupations paid to pass the idle hour

Margaret heaves a sigh, her hands clapsed to her thigh

Singing, oh, the Hazards of Love

Singing, oh, the Hazards of Love
You'll learn soon enough
The prettiest whistles won't wrestle the thistles undone

Undone
Undone
Undone