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King Henry 
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King Henry 
Let never a man a wooing wend That lacketh thinges three A store of gold, an oaken heart, And full of charity
 And this was seen of King Henry And he likewise alone For he's taken him to a haunted hall Seven miles from the town 
He's chased the deer, now him before And the doe down by the den Till the fattest buck in the all the flock King Henry he has slain
 His huntsmen followed him to the hall To make them burly cheer When loud the wind was heard to sound And an earthquake rocked the floor 
And darkness covered all the hall Where they sat at their meat The grey dogs, yowling, left their food And crept to Henry's feet
 And louder howled the rising wind And burst the fastened door And in there came a grisley ghost Stamping on the floor 
Her head hit the roof tree of the house Her middle you could not span Each frightened huntsman fled the hall And left the King alone
 Her teeth were like the tether stakes Her nose like club or mell And nothing less she seemed to be 
 Than a fiend that comes from Hell 
Some meat, some meat Yo King Henry some meat you give to me Go kill your horse, you King Henry, And bring him here to me
 He's gone and slain his berry brown steed Though it made his heart full sore For she's eaten up, both flesh and bone Left nothing but hide and hair 
More meat, more meat Yo King Henry more meat you give to me Go kill your greyhounds King Henry, And bring them here to me
 And when he's slain his good greyhound It made his heart full sore For she's eaten up, both flesh and bone Left nothing but hide and hair 
More meat, more meat Yo King Henry more meat you give to me Go fell your gosshawks King Henry, And bring them here to me
 And when he's slain his gay gosshawks It made his heart full sore For she's eaten them up, both skin and bone Left nothing but feathers there 
Some drink, some drink Now King Henry some drink you give to me Oh you sew up your horse's hide And bring in a drink to me
 And he's sewn up the bloody hide And a pipe of wine put in And she drank it up, all in one draught Left never a drop therein 
A bed, a bed, now King Henry A bed you'll make for me Oh you must pull the heather green And make it soft for me
 And pulled has he the heather green And made for her a bed 
 And taken has he his gay mantle And over it he has spread 
Take off your clothes now King Henry And lie down by my side Now swear, now swear you King Henry To take me for your bride
 Oh God forbid said Kind Henry That ever the like betide That ever a fiend that comes from Hell Would stretch down by my side
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When the night was gone and the day was come And the sun shone through the hall The fairest lady that e'er was seen Lay between him and the wall
 I've met with many a gentle knight That gave gave me such a fill But never before with a courtious knight That gave me all my will 
Child #32 known prior to 1790 Recorded by Steeleye Span on "Below the Salt"