Galahad fell in love 

Seven days before the hunt 

She was not of his class 

So the love was never to last 

They went down to look for the scraps 

Wherever they could 

She told him not to run with the pack but he knew that he should. 

Or there'd be no bones 



The weak sun of the Autumn days 

Carried them through a lovers haze 

Then came the bugle call 

For Galahad his brothers and all 

And the fileds ran with the blood 

But he stayed away 

Though they called and he knew that he shouldn't 

But he stayed another day 

And there'd be no bones 



High they searched, low they looked 

Under hedge, over field 

Lying there for all to see 

With a bitch not of his breed 

There was Galahad the hunting hound 

Well now you've been found 

You're weak and your brothers must eat 

(So to cruelty you're bound?) 

Now they're chewing on his bones