Herr Heinerich Songtext / Lyric

Text: Trad. Lat never a man a wooing wend
That lacketh things is three
Routh o gold, an open heart
Ay fu o charity As this I speak of King Henry
For he lay burd-alone
An he?s doen him to a jelly hunt?s ha
Was seven miles frae a town

He chas?d the deer now him before
An the roe down by the den
Till the fattest buch in a? the flock
King Henry he has slain

O he has doen him to his ha
To make him beerly cher
An in it came a grisly ghost
Steed stappin I the fleer

Her head hat the reef-tree o the house
Her middle ye mot wel span
He?s thrown to her his gay mantle
Says, ?Lady, hap your lingcan?

Her teeth was a like teather skies
Her nose like club or mell
An I ken naething she peard to be
But the flend that wons in hell

?Some meat, some meat, ye King Henry
Some meat ye gle to me?
?An what meat?s in this house, lady
An what ha I to gle??
?O ye do kill your berry-brown steed
An you bring him here to me?

O whan he slew his berry-brown steed
Wow but his heart was sair
Shee eat him upm skin an bane
Left naething but hide an hair

?Mair meat, mair meat, ye King Henry
Mair meat ye gi to me?
?An what meat?s in this house, lady
An what ha I to gle??
?O ye do kill your good grey-hounds
An ye bring them a to me?

O whan he slew his good grey-hounds
Wow but his heart was sair
She eat them a?up, skin an bane
Left naething but hide an hair

?A bed, a bed, now, King Henry
A bed you mak to me
For ye maun pu the heather green
An mak a bed to me?

O pu?d has he the heather green
An made to her a bed
An up has he taen his gay mantle
An oer it has he spread

?Tak aff your claiths now, King Henry
An lye down by my side
?O God forbid?, says King Henry
That ever the like betide
That ever the flend that wons in hell
Shoud streak down by my side

Whan night was gane, and day was come
An the sun shone throw the ha
The fairest lady that ever was seen
Lay atween him an the wa

?For I?ve met wi mony a gentle knight
That?s glen me sic a fill
But never before wi a courteous knight
That ga ne a my will?

?O well is me?, says King Henry
?How lang?ll this last wi me?
Then out it spake that fair lady
Even till the day you dee