my true love went riding out in white and green and gray past the pale of offa's 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 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; you'll learn soon enough the prettiest whistles won't wrestle the thistles undone