Paroles de Fith Fath Song

I shall go as a wren in Spring With sorrow and sighing on silent wing I shall go in our Lady's name Aye till I come home again Then we shall follow as falcons grey And hunt thee cruelly for our prey And we shall go in our Horned God's name Aye to fetch thee home again Then I shall go as a mouse in May Through fields by night, and in cellars by day And I shall go in our Lady's name Aye till I come home again Then we shall follow as black tom cats And hunt thee through the fields and the vats And we shall go in our Horned God's name Aye to fetch thee home again Then I shall go as an Autumn hare With sorrow and sighing and mickle care And I shall go in our Lady's name Aye till I come home again Then we shall follow as swift greyhounds And dog thy steps with leaps and bounds And we shall go in our Horned God's name Aye to fetch thee home again Then I shall go as a Winter trout With sorrow and sighing and mickle doubt And I shall go in our Lady's name Aye till I come home again Then we shall follow as otters swift And bind thee fast so thou cans't shift And we shall go in our Horned God's name Aye to fetch thee home again