The Wolf Call Ballad

The Lady rose from her empty bed
                For oh the wolves were on the lea
She said “I fear my Lord may be as dead”
                Oh, so the tale is told to me.

She called for her scarlet kirtle fine
                For oh the wolves were on the lea
It was the colour of bright wine
                Oh, so the tale is told to me.

She rode her bay horse to the wood
                For oh the wolves were on the lea
It shied as if it feared no good
                Oh, so the tale is told to me.

It would not past the borders go
                For oh the wolves were on the lea
It bucked and nayed as would say “No!”
                Oh, so the tale is told to me.

She walked alone to edge of trees
                For oh the wolves were on the lea
And it was there the wolves she sees
                Oh, so the tale is told to me.

One wolf alone her eyes lit on
                For oh the wolves were on the lea
She knew well where her Lord had gone
                Oh, so the tale is told to me.

She bare her breast unto the pack
                For oh the wolves were on the lea
She cried for him to love her back
                Oh, so the tale is told to me.

Before her cursed Prince she stepped
                For oh the wolves were on the lea
Proud in her skin she never wept
                Oh, so the tale is told to me.

No-one knows more what befell then
                For wolves they speak no truths to me
Nor is her fate known among men,
                Oh, would that tale were known to me!