Lyrics The Decemberists – The Hazards Of Love 1 (The Prettiest Whistles Won’t Wrestle The Thistles Undone)

My true love went riding out
In white and green and gray
Past the pale of Offa’s Wall
Where she was want to stray

Singing
«Oh, oh
The hazards of love»

She, being full of charity
A credit to her sex
Sought to right the fawn’s hind legs
When here her plans were vexed
The taiga shifted strange
The beast began to change

Singing
«Oh, oh
The hazards of love»
Singing
«Oh, oh oh oh
The hazards of love»
You’ll learn soon enough
The prettiest whistles won’t wrestle the thistles undone
Undone

Fifteen lithesome maidens lay
Along in their bower
Fourteen occupations paid
To pass the idle hour
Margaret heaves a sigh
Her hands clasped to her thigh

Singing
«Oh, oh
The hazards of love»
Singing
«Oh, oh oh oh
The hazards of love»
You’ll learn soon enough
The prettiest whistles won’t wrestle the thistles undone
Undone
Undone
Undone
Undone