A horse for the weary old traveler.
Down by the river's edge please take a rest
And worry not the storm's unraveler
Or fear my dear the call of the tempest.
A lovely woman for the lonely man.
Lay down my love to see the river's end
And worry not the vice-like of my hand
Or fear my dear the water won't offend.
A tame small mare for the unwitting youth.
Forget young boy the names of all your kin
And worry not when you realize the truth
Or fear my dear when teeth sink in your skin
The river bed will greet our dance and storm
Thunder will crack and seize your bloodied form
