King Henry

Let never a man a wooing wend

That lacketh things three,

A store of gold, and 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 huntsmen 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

Stramping 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 form hell.

Some meat, some meat 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 meat you King Henry

More meat you give to me,

Go Kill your greyhounds King Henry

And bring them here to me;

And when he's slain his good greyhounds,

It made his heart full sore,

She's eaten them up both skin and bone,

Left nothing but hide and hair.

More meat, more meat you King Henry

More meat you give to me,

Go fell your goshawks King Henry

And bring them here to me;

And when he's slain his gay goshawks,

It made his heart full sore,

She's eaten them up both skin and bone,

Left nothing but feathers bare.

Some drink, some drink now 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 sewed 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 he 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