High on mountains and low between the trees
Sir Gavin Grimbold rode out one day
He saddled, he bridled and booted rode he
And home came his good horse but never came he
Out came his mother dear greeting so fair
And came his bride drying her hair
Meadows lie green the corn remains unshorn
But Gavin Grimbold will never return
He saddled he bridled and gallant rode he
A plume in his helmet a sword at his knee
Down came his saddle all bloody to see
And home came his horse but never came he
