High on mountains - and low between the trees
Sir Gavin Grimbold rode out one day
He saddled - he bridled and booted rode he
And home came his good horse - but never came he
Out came his mother dear - greeting so fair
And came his bride drying her hair
Meadows lie green - the corn remains unshorn
But Gavin Grimbold will never return
He saddled - he bridled and gallant rode he
A plume in his helmet - a sword at his knee
Down came his saddle - all b***** to see
And home came his horse - but never came he.
Sir Gavin Grimbold rode out one day
He saddled - he bridled and booted rode he
And home came his good horse - but never came he
Out came his mother dear - greeting so fair
And came his bride drying her hair
Meadows lie green - the corn remains unshorn
But Gavin Grimbold will never return
He saddled - he bridled and gallant rode he
A plume in his helmet - a sword at his knee
Down came his saddle - all b***** to see
And home came his horse - but never came he.