[First Voice Colin Meloy] My true love went riding out in white and green and gray Past the pale of Offas wall where she was wont 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 fawns 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. Youll learn soon enough the prettiest whistles wont wrestle the thistles undone, undone Fifteen lissome maidens lay alone in their bower Fourteen occupations paid to pass the idle hour But Margaret heaves a sigh her hands clasped to her thigh Singing, Oh, the hazards of love. Singing, Oh, the hazards of love. Youll learn soon enough the prettiest whistles wont wrestle the thistles undone, undone Undone, undone, undone
hazard, undone, singing, fawn, thistle