Pale was the wounded knight, that bore the rowan shield
loud and cruel were the ravenand's cries that feasted on the field
saying andquot;beck water cold and clear will never clean your wound
thereand's none but the witch of the westmoreland can make thee hale and soondandquot;
So turn, turn your stallionand's head and'til his red mane flies in the wind
and the rider of the moon goes by and the bright star falls behind
and clear was the paley moon when his shadow passed him by
below the hills were the brightest stars when he heard the owlet cry
Saying andquot;why do you ride this way, and wherefore came you here?andquot;
andquot;i seek the witch of the westmorland that dwells by the winding mereandquot;
and itand's weary by the ullswater and the misty brake fern way
til throught the cleft in the kirkstane pass the winding water lay
He said andquot;lie down, by brindled hound and rest ye, my good grey hawk
and thee, my steed may graze thy fill for i must dismount and walk,
but come when you hear my horn and answer swift the call
for i fear ere the sun will rise this morn ye will serve me best of allandquot;
And itand's down to the waterand's brim heand's born the rowan shield
and the goldenrod he has cast in to see what the lake might yield
and wet she rose from the lake, and fast and fleet went she
one half the form of a maiden fair with a jet black mareand's body
And loud, long and shrill he blew til his steed was by his side
high overhead the grey hawk flew and swiftly did he ride
saying andquot;course well, my brindled hound, and fetch me the jet black mare
stoop and strike, my good grey hawk, and bring me the maiden fairandquot;
She said andquot;pray, sheathe thy silvery sword. lay down thy rown shield
for i see by the briny blood that flows youand've been wounded in the fieldandquot;
and she stood in a gown of the velvet blue, bound round withh a silver chain
and sheand's kissed his pale lips once and twice and three times round again
And sheand's bound his wounds with the goldenrod, full fast in her arms he lay
and he has risen hale and sound with the sun high in the day
she said andquot;ride with your brindled hound at heel, and your good grey hawk in hand
thereand's none can harm the knight whoand's lain with the witch of the westmorland.andquot;
