Songwriters: Meloy, Colin;
My true love went riding out in white and green and gray
Past the pale of Arthur's Wall where she was want to stray
And there she came upon a white and wounded fawn
Singing, oh, the Hazards of Love
She being full of charity, a credit to her sex
Sought to right the fawn's hind legs
When here her plans were vexed
The Taiga shifted strange, the beast began to change
Singing, oh, the Hazards of Love
Singing, oh, the Hazards of Love
You'll learn soon enough
The prettiest whistles won't wrestle
The thistles undone, undone
Fifteen lissome maidens lay along in their bower
Fourteen occupations paid to pass the idle hour
Margaret heaves a sigh, her hands clasped to her thigh
Singing, oh, the Hazards of Love
Singing, oh, the Hazards of Love
You'll learn soon enough
The prettiest whistles won't wrestle
The thistles undone, undone, undone, undone