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- The Devil and The Huntsman
Young man came from hunting faint, tired and weary
What does ail my Lord, my dearie?
Oh, brother dear, let my bed be made
For I feel the gripe of the woody nightshade
Men need a man would die as soon
Out of the light of a mage's moon
But it's not by bone, but yet by blade
Can break the magic that the devil made
- The Huntsman
Young man came from hunting
faint and weary
«What does ail my lord,
my dearie?»
«Oh brother dear,
let my bed be made
For I feel the gripe
of the woody nightshade»
- The Tan Yard Side
I thought he was a name
Come tripping down so low
Saying kind sir i’m a country boy
And modest to me he replied
And i daily labour
For my bread
Down by the tanyard sign
He’s the neatest little country boy
- The Wild Wild Berry
Young man comes from hunting faint and weary
“What does ail my lord, my dearie?”
“O Mother dear, let my bed be made
For I feel the gripe of the woody nightshade.”
Lie low sweet Randal
(chorus):
- Wild Wood Amber
All the fire’s
Climbing at walls in the white wood
And the pink and wild roses
All around us they stood
And you took off your apron
And sheltered me
Lovely Johnny
Oh lovely Johnny