{title: Hunting Song}
{st: Pentangle}
{comment: Tuesday Ukes Jam • Soprano / Concert Ukulele (G-C-E-A)}
{comment: Chord shapes: Dm (2210) • Am (2000) • F (2010) • G (0232) • C (0003)}

[Dm]As I did travel all on a journey
[Am]Over the wayside and under a dark moon
[F]Hanging above a mountain
[Dm]I spied a young man riding a fine horse
[C]Chasing a white hart and all through the woodland
[Dm]Head of a hunting party

[Dm]And there followed after ten kings and queens
[Am]Laughing and joking, the white hart they'd seen
[F]Bloodied running into the bushes
[G]I plume to his helmet, a quiver and a bow
[Am]There's nowhere to run now, there's no place to go
[Dm]The hunt is cast and ready

[Dm]Still farther I journeyed through the hills and the valleys
[C]Until upon the verge of despair I sat and rested
[Am]And there did pass a princely knight poursuite [pursued] by a lady
[Dm]And this she did say:

[Dm]"Oh may I ask you kind sir where you are going?
[Am]And pray tell unto me sir why you do hurry
[F]Strange that I should meet you here, come sit by me".
[Dm]"I have here a magic horn to deliver
[Am]And one drop from this silver and gold horn I hold, sir
[Dm]Shall prove all to be false, lovers beware!"

[Dm]"The gift that you bear for your brother the king
[C]I gladly would carry to the banquet this even'
[Dm]What fair sport this would be for the maidens at court."

[Dm]Wearily I crossed the stream to the castle
[Am]Where I found shelter from the cold wintry wind
[F]And food did I have and plenty
[C]But the Lord and Lady seemed so sad
[Dm]For these words they did say unto each other:

[Dm]"My good lord, all off to war in thy armor
[Am]Leaving me here alone to weep and to worry
[F]Take care lest misadventure
[G]Shall overcome thy kindly heart
[Dm]My good lord, all off to war in thy armor."

[Dm]"My lady, you have no need for to worry
[Am]I'll return victorious and true unto thee
[F]Take care, lest misadventure
[C]Shall stain your heart and lead to woe
[Dm]My fair lady you have no need for to worry."

[Dm]... la la la ...

[Dm]While underneath the spreading oak a knight with white device
[Am]Upon a shield of black, and deep in grief and sorrow sings
[F]His unrequited love
[Dm]"Young noblewoman riding by, pray tell me have you seen
[C]Queen Azelda the fairest maid, in company she rides
[Dm]For I swear to have revenge."

[Dm]A thousand days have come and passed, the Lord returns this night
[Am]The victor from the bloody wars proven his fearsome might
[F]As ever he would claim
[G]But fate has played its wanton game, the circle come full turn
[Am]The magic horn has done its work, cried "Falseness is found out!"
[Dm]The sorrowed quest is over.