The Bold Knight - Seth Lakeman

Down on the moor in a green old field

There lies a knight slain under his shield

His hounds they lie down at his feet

So well they can their master keep

The bold knight above

If he see that angel with her love

The bold knight above

If he could see that angel with her love

Down on the moor a fallow girl

As great with young for all the world

She lifted up his bloody head

And kissed his wounds that were so red

She picked him up upon her back

And carried him no hands attached

She buried him before their prime

Then she was dead herself at even time