The Hazards Of Love 1 (The Prettiest Whistles Won't Wrestle The Thistles Undone)

My true love went riding out in white and green and gray Past the pale of Offa's wall where she was won't 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 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." You'll learn soon enough the prettiest whistles won't wrestle the thistles undone, undone Undone, undone, undone