Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song King Henry, artist - Steeleye Span. Album song Folk Rock Pioneers In Concert, in the genre Фолк-рок
Date of issue: 07.05.2006
Record label: Park
Song language: English
King Henry |
Let never a man a wooing wend |
That lacketh things three |
A store of gold, an open heart |
And full of charity; |
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 deer now him before |
And the doe down by the den |
Till the fattest buck in all the flock |
King Henry he has slain |
His huntsmen followed him to the hall |
To make them burly cheer |
When loud the wind was heard to sound |
And an earthquake rocked the floor |
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 |
And louder howled the rising wind |
And burst the fastened door |
And in there came a grisly ghost |
Stramping on the floor |
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 form hell |
Some meat, some meat you King Henry |
Some meat you give to me |
Go kill your horse you King Henry |
And bring him here to me; |
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 |
More meat, more meat you King Henry |
More meat you give to me |
Go Kill your greyhounds King Henry |
And bring them here to me; |
And when he’s slain his good greyhounds |
It made his heart full sore |
She’s eaten them up both skin and bone |
Left nothing but hide and hair |
More meat, more meat you King Henry |
More meat you give to me |
Go fell your goshawks King Henry |
And bring them here to me; |
And when he’s slain his gay goshawks |
It made his heart full sore |
She’s eaten them up both skin and bone |
Left nothing but feathers bare |
Some drink, some drink now King Henry |
Some drink you give to me |
Oh you sew up your horse’s hide |
And bring in a drink to me |
And he’s sewed 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 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 he has spread |
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 |
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 |
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 |