Witch of the Westmorland
Stan Rogers -
pale was the wounded knight
that bore the rowan shield
loud and true were the ravens' cries
that feasted on the field
saying "back water cold and clear
that will never clean your wound"
there's none but the witch of the westmorland
can make thee hale and soon
so turn, turn your stallion's head
'til his red mane flies in the wind
and the rider of the moon goes by and the bright star falls behind
and clear was the paling moon
when the shadow passed him by
below the hill were the brightest stars
when he heard the owlet cry
saying "why do you ride this way?
wherefore came you here?"
"i seek the witch of the westmorland
who dwells by the winding mere"
it's weary by the ullswater
in the misty break there way
through the cut of the kirkston pass
the winding water lay
he said "lie down me grendel hound
and rest ye me good grey hawk
and thee my stead may graze thy fill
for i must dismount and walk
but come when you hear my horn
and answer swift the call
for i fear the sun will rise this morn
you will serve me best of all"
and it's down to the water's brink
he's born the rowan shield
and the golden rod he has cast in
to see what the lake might yield
and wet rose she from the lake
and fast and clean went she
one half the form of a maiden fair
with a jet black mare's body
and loud, long and shrill he blew
'til his steed was by his side
overhead the grey hawk flew
and swiftly he did ride
saying force well me grindled hound
fetch me the jet black mare
stoop and strike me grindled hawk
and bring me the maiden fair
she said "pray sheath thy silvery sword
lay down the rowan shield
for i see by the briny blood that flows
you've been wounded in the field"
she stood in a gown of a velvet blue
bound round with a silver chain
she kissed his pale lips once and twice
and three times round again
and she bound his wound with the golden rod
ooh, fast in her arms he lay
and he has risen hale and soon
with the sun high in the day
she said "ride with your grindled hounds at heel
and your good grey hawk at hand
there's none can harm the knight
who's laid with the witch of the westmorland"
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