Song of a Lost Hunter

Pitch black was the night, as black as could be
Lost from his huntings was poor Henry
His true love is waiting, a-tirin' her hour
A-waiting to see her love, oh so fair
A-waiting to see her love, oh so fair

"Who rides on my land at such an hour?
Oh is it dear???"
"Only I ride at such an hour"
So said my love Henry
So said my love Henry

"Come down, come down my love Henry
And stay this night with me
My bed is made all soft and warm
And just for you and me
And just for you and me"

"I cannot come down, I will not come down
Your words beguile me so
I have a true love in old Scotch land
I wish to see once more
I wish to see once more"

"I will not let you leave my lands
From me, you'll never part"
Out of her??? she took her penknife
And stabs him to the heart
And stabs him to the heart

"Come to me, my servant man
Come unto me I pray
He did??? in my bed
Let's hide him well away
Let's hide him well away"

"What is the hour my servant man?"
"It is the hour of three",
The chickens are crowing for the nettle of the night
And the blood of poor Henry
And the blood of poor Henry

He took him by his yeller (yellow) hair
He took him by his feet
They throwed him down beneath the ground
In a hole so dark and deep
In a hole so dark and deep

"Come to my bed, my servant man
Come sleep this night with me
My bed is made of the softest???
And here it waits for thee
And here it waits for thee"

"I will not lay upon your bed
For this can never be
For I am feared my blood will run
Like the blood of poor Henry
Like the blood of poor Henry"