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
