Galahad

Galahad fell in love

Seven days before the hunt

She was not of his class

So the love was never to last

They went down to look for the scraps

Wherever they could

She told him not to run with the pack but he knew that he should.

Or there'd be no bones

The weak sun of the Autumn days

Carried them through a lovers haze

Then came the bugle call

For Galahad his brothers and all

And the fileds ran with the blood

But he stayed away

Though they called and he knew that he shouldn't

But he stayed another day

And there'd be no bones

High they searched, low they looked

Under hedge, over field

Lying there for all to see

With a bitch not of his breed

There was Galahad the hunting hound

Well now you've been found

You're weak and your brothers must eat

(So to cruelty you're bound?)

Now they're chewing on his bones