Hunting Song

As I did travel all on a journey
 Over the wayside and under a dark moon
 Hanging above a mountain
 I spied a young man riding a fine horse
 Chasing a white hart and all through the woodland
 There go the hunting and cries
 And there followed after ten kings and queens
 Laughing and joking, the white hart they'd seen
 Bloodied running into the bushes
 I plume to his helmet, a quiver and a bow
 There's nowhere to run now, there's no place to go
 The hunter is fast and ready
 Still farther I journeyed through the hills and the valleys
 Until upon the verge of despair I sat and rested
 And there did pass a princely knight poursuite by a lady
 And this she did say: "Oh may I ask you kind sir where you are going?
 And pray tell unto me sir why you do hurry
 Strange that I should meet you here, come sit by me.
 "I have here a magic horn to deliver
 And one drop from this silver and gold horn I hold, sir
 Shall prove all to be false, lovers beware!"
 "The gift that you bear for your brother the king
 I gladly would carry to the banquet this even'
 What fair sport this would be for the maidens at court."
 Wearily I crossed the stream to the castle
 Where I found shelter from the cold wintry wind
 And food did I have and plenty
 But the Lord and Lady seemed so sad
 For these words they did say unto each other:
 "My good lord, all off to war in thy armor
 Leaving me here alone to weep and to worry
 Take care lest misadventure
 Shall overcome thy kindly heart
 My good lord, all off to war in thy armor."
 "My lady, you have no need for to worry
 I'll return victorious and true unto thee
 Take care, lest misadventure
 Shall stain your heart and lead to woe
 My fair lady you have no need for to worry."
 While underneath the spreading oak a knight with white device
 Upon a shield of black, and deep in grief and sorrow sings
 His unrequited love "Young noblewoman
 riding by, pray tell me have you seen
 Queen Azelda the fairest maid,
 in company she rides For I swear to have revenge."
 A thousand days have come and passed, the Lord returns this night
 The victor from the bloody wars proven his fearsome might
 As ever he would claim
 But fate has played its wanton game, the circle come full turn
 The magic horn has done its work, cried "Falseness is found out!"
 The sorrowed quest is over