As I did travel all on a journey
and all through the woodland
There go the hunting in the cries
There's nowhere to run now,
The hunter is fast and ready
Still farther I journeyed
through the hills and the valleys
And there did pass a princely
I have here a magic horn to deliver
Shall prove all to be false, lovers beware.
for your brother the king
I gladly would carry to the
What fair sport this would be
from the cold wintry wind
And food did I have plenty
But the lord and lady seemed so sad
I'll off to war in thy armour
Leaving me here all alone
Take care, less misadventure
Lady, you don't need to worry,
Victorious and true unto thee
While underneath the spreading oak
A knight with a white device
Upon a shield of blackened deep
In grief and sorrow's eyes
the Lord returns this night
The victory from his bloody war's
proven his fearsome might
the circle come full turn
The magic horn has done its work,
cry, falseness is found out