Let never the man a-wooing ride
E'er forget things three
A routh of gold, a heart of love
Full of charity

Let never a man a wooing wend
That lacketh things three
A store of gold, an open heart
and full of charity;

For it happened to King Henry
As a-hunting he did ride
Ta'en his hawk his good greyhound
Running loud down by his side

And this was seen of King Henry
Though he lay quite alone,
For he's taken him to a haunted hall
Seven miles from the town.

He's chased the roe deer him before
He's chased the buck all down to his den
And the fattest deer in all the flock
Young King Henry he has slain

He's chased the deer now him before
And the doe down by the den
Till the fattest buck in all the flock
King Henry he has slain.

King Henry he ate of the venison
The dogs ate of the blood
They lay down they fell asleep
Asleep as they were dead

His huntsman followed him to the hall
To make them burly cheer,
When loud the wind was heard to sound
And an earthquake rocked the floor.

It fell about the midnight hour
The hour when all men lay asleep
Such chill winds blew around the house
The very trees they did weep

And darkness covered all the hall
Where they sat at their meat.
The grey dogs, yowling, left their food
And crept to Henry's feet.

Great shakings shook the house about
Shakings split the door
The foulest woman that e'er there was
Came a-stamping on the floor

And louder howled the rising wind
And burst the fastened door,
And in there came a grisly ghost
Stamping on the floor.

Her head hit the roof of the hunting lodge
Her waist her waist you could hardly span
If a fouler woman lived
She was not known to God or man

Her head hit the roof-tree of the house,
Her middle you could not span,
Each frightened huntsman fled the hall
And left the king alone,

Her teeth were like the tether stakes,
Her nose like club or mell,
And nothing less she seemed to be
Than a fiend that comes from hell.

Oh meat meat ye king an't be
Meat give thou to me
What meat's there i' the house lady
That you're not welcome to

Some meat, some meet you King Henry,
Some meat you give to me,
Go kill your horse you King Henry
And bring him here to me;

So she has ta'en his good brown steed
And oh but oh his heart was sore
She's ate it up both skin and bone
Left nothing but hide and hair

He's gone and slain his berry brown steed
Though it made his heart full sore,
for she's eaten up both skin and bone,
Left nothing but hide and hair.

Oh more meat ye king an't be
More meat give thou to me
What meat's there i' the house lady
That you're not welcome to

So she has ta'en his gay goshawk
And oh but oh his heart was sore
She's ate it up all skin and bone
Left nothing but feathers bare

Oh more meat ye king an't be
More meat give thou me
What meat's there i' the house lady
That you're not welcome to

More meat, more meet you King Henry,
More meat you give to me,
Go kill your grey-hounds King Henry
And bring them here to me;

So she has ta'en his good greyhound
And oh but oh his heart was sore
She's ate it up both skin and bone
Left nothing but hide and hair

He's gone and slain his good grey-hounds,
It made his heart full sore,
She's eaten up both skin and bone,
Left nothing but hide and hair.

More meat, more meet you King Henry,
More meat you give to me,
Go fell your goss-hawks King Henry
And bring them here to me;

And when he's slain his gay goss-hawks,
It made his heart full sore,
She's eaten them up both skin and bone,
Left nothing but feathers bare.

Oh drink drink ye king an't be
Drink give thou to me
What drink's there i' the house lady
That you're not welcome to

Some drink, some drink you King Henry,
Some drink you give to me,
Oh you sew up your horse's hide,
And bring in a drink to me;

So he's sewn up his horse's hide
And wine and good wine he has put in
She drank it up she drank it down
There was no drop left in

And he's sewn up the bloody hide,
And a pipe of wine put in,
And she's drank it up all in one draught,
Left never a drop therein.

A bed a bed ye king an't be
A bed for you and me
I do vow and I do swear
Tonight to lie down with thee

A bed, a bed now King Henry,
A bed you'll make for me,
Oh you must pull the heather green
And make it soft for me;

And pulled has he the heather green
And made for her a bed,
and taken has he his gay mantle
And o'er it has spread.

Oh take your boots off O King Henry
And let all your clothes fall
For you and I will in one bed lie
And I'll lie next to the wall

Take off your clothes now King Henry
And lie down by my side,
Now swear, now swear you King Henry,
To take me for your bride.

Oh God forbid, says King Henry,
That ever the like betide,
That ever a fiend that comes from hell
Should stretch down by my side.

The night was gone the day was come
The sun shone through the hall
The fairest woman that e'er there was
Lay twixt him and the wall

When the night was gone and the day was come
And the sun shone through the hall,
The fairest lady that ever was seen
Lay between him and the wall.

Oh what is this cries young King Henry
How long will this last with me
And there up spoke the fair young lady
Even till the day you dead be

For I've met many's the gentleman
Who gave to me all my fill
Ne'er met I such a gentleman
Who gave to me all my will

For I've met many's the gentleman, sir
Who gave to me all my fill
Ne'er met I such a gentleman
Who gave to me all my will

I've met with many a gentle knight
That gave me such a fill,
But never before with a courteous knight
That gave me all my will.