High on mountains - and low between the trees
Sir Gavin Grimbold rode out one day

He saddled - he bridled and booted rode he
And home came his good horse - but never came he

Out came his mother dear - greeting so fair
And came his bride drying her hair

Meadows lie green - the corn remains unshorn
But Gavin Grimbold will never return

He saddled - he bridled and gallant rode he
A plume in his helmet - a sword at his knee

Down came his saddle - all b_____ to see
And home came his horse - but never came he.

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