Vārdi: Decemberists. The Hazards of Love. The Hazards of Love 1.

My true love went riding out in white and green and gray
Past the pale of Offa's Wall where she was one 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 lithesome maidens lay along in their bower
Fourteen occupations paid to pass the idle hour
Margaret heaves a sigh
Her hands clasped 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, undone