Let never a man a-wooing wend that lacketh thing's o' 
three: 
A store of gold, an open heart, and full of charity 
And this was said of King Henry, as he lay quite alone 
For he's taken him to a haunted hall, seven miles from 
the town 

O, he has driven him deer before, the doe down by the 
glen 
'til the fattest buck in 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 howl, and an earthquake 
rocked the floor 

As darkness covered all the hall where they sat at 
their meat 
The greyhounds, yowling, left their food and crept to 
Henry's feet 
And louder howled the rising wind that burst the 
fastened door 
And in there came a grisly ghost, stamping across the 
floor! 

Her head hit the rooftop 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, you King Henry, some meat you 
bring to me
Go kill your horse, you King Henry, and bring some meat 
to me! 
He has slain his berry-brown steed, it made his heart 
full sore 
For she's eaten it up, both skin and bone, left nothing 
but hide and hair!

More meat, more meat, you King Henry, more meat you 
bring to me 
meat to me!
He has slain his good greyhounds, it made his heart 
full sore
For she's eaten them up, both skin and bone, left 
nothing but hide and hair!

More meat, more meat, you King Henry, more meat you 
bring to me
Go kill your goshawks, King Henry, and bring some meat 
to me!
He has slain his good goshawks, it made his heart full 
sore 
For she's eaten them up, both skin and bone, left 
nothing but feathers bare!

A drink, a drink, you King Henry, a drink you bring to 
me
Sew up your horse hide, King Henry, and bring some 
drink to me! 
He has sewn the bloody hide, a pipe of wine put in 
And she's drank it down all in one drop, left never a 
drop therein! 
A bed, a bed, you King Henry, a bed you'll make for me! 
Oh you must pull the heather green, and make it soft 
for me! 
He has pulled the heather green, and made for her a bed 
And taken has he his good mantle, and over it he has 
spread. 

Take off your clothes, now King Henry, and lay down by 
my side!
O, swear, O, swear, you King Henry, to take me as your 
bride! 
God forbid, said King Henry, that ever the like betide; 
That ever a fiend that comes from hell should stretch 
down by my side! 

The dark has gone, the day is come, the sunlight fills 
the hall 
The fairest Lady that ever was seen lay twixt him and 
the wall! 
I've laid for many a gentle knight that gave me such a 
thrill. 
But never before with a perfect knight, that gave me 
all my will!