Valkyrie Horsewhip Reel

Our master's gone; we've stole our master's horses
 And stole away, running
 If we return we shall be drawn and quartered
 At Tyburn cross, hung
 The ladies fair who ride the skies above us
 Will come to swing their whips
 To lash the backs of all the painted gentry who
 have burned runes black.
 If I cross the river will you cross the river or drown
 in this desert, this empty cup we're drinking from?
 If we are beasts we are not beasts of burden
 If we are wolves then why be oxen
 So ride alone or ride with many others
 Just ride away as fast as you can